All language subtitles for Father Brown (2013) - S07E01 - The Great Train Robbery

What are we going to do, Len...?

Don't know, Daryl, I haven't had
much time to figure it out yet,
have you?

Well, they're not having my room.

Well, where am I supposed
to put them, in the...

BOTH: Cellar!

Right, Princess, out! Your carriage
awaits. Never!

Come here, now. Round here, move it.

The nearest living soul is ten miles
away

so don't waste your breath
screaming.

Do as you're told and you
won't get hurt.

Oh, my!

I never actually said "whodunnit".

No, you just blurted out their
name in the interval.

It was a lucky guess.

Rather a good one, though,
don't you think?I do not think.

The ending was no surprise at all.
This is intolerable.

I say... Yes, Madam...all the first
class compartments are full.

Yes, he can see that with
his own eyes.

Well, I'm sure there's
something he could do.

If you hadn't insisted on going
round to the stage door.

And if you hadn't ruined the ending.

Getting my programme signed was a
very small consolation.

And in any case it won't kill you to
slum it for once in your life.

Do my eyes deceive me?
Felicia Montague?

Bianca Norman?

What on Earth are you doing in
here?

We were late for the train and
first class was full.

Salvation is here.

My Pullman's on the back.

I never travel without it.

And your companion?

I am perfectly happy here.

Do you remember my daughter,
Barbara?

Yes, Of course.

Don't worry. She hardly makes much
effort to stand out.

CLEARS THROAT

Come along, Mrs M.

My son Tony, husband Piers.

I think we met at La Teatro
Venezia in '46.

Alas, you confuse me with one of
my predecessors.

Oh.

That was Rudolf, my number four.

Tony, fix us a drink. And we'll
have some music.

I hope you like opera.

Adore it.

I'm very partial to a little bit of
Gilbert and Sullivan.

My Stabat Mater by Rossini...

..at La Scala in 1950.

Gin and it.

Oh! Divine.

Admit it, Mrs M. This is more like
it.

This is going to be a very
long evening. Mm-hm.

No, thank you.

Why are we stopping?

We can't be here already.

We've only just passed through
Hambleston.

There's a red signal.

I hope we won't be here for long.

Oh! You're adopting again?

When the papers are finalised.

I wanted to give another child what
I gave Barbara and Tony.

You both have been very fortunate.

I miss the sound of children
laughing.

Barbara's as quiet as a mouse now,

and she used to be such a
happy little thing.

Huh. Here we go.

CLATTERING SOUND

SHOUTING IN DISTANCE

What's that?Don't move!

The jewels, where are the jewels?

GUNSHOT

SECOND GUNSHOT

LOUDEST GUNSHOT AND SCREAMS

Oi!

Oh, we'd stopped for quite
some time,

then there was a judder and a jolt
and, then, the rest of the train

pulled away without us and that's
when it happened.

Keep your heads down...!

Two men burst in and they demanded,
"The jewels! Where are the jewels?".

Here. Just take them.

So they grabbed the jewels and then
shot out the lights.

Someone lit a match but it went
straight out and, then, BANG!

Another shot.I'll get the lights!

Then the lights came back on and...

..that's when we saw what had
transpired.

Huh!Ahh-h-h-h!

Who knew Dame Bianca was
travelling with her jewels?

Apart from 50 thousand readers of
"Stars of Stage and Screen"

where she helpfully gave full
details of her itinerary.

And what did they want with
my Aunt and Mrs M?

Army Officers on the train
heard the gunfire

and pulled the communication
cord.

The robbers panicked. Grabbed the
nearest persons to use

as human shields while they made
their getaway.

GUNSHOTS

They're shooting at us. Quick!
Go, go, go, go!

I'll get them back safe and sound.
You have my word.

God knows they must be terrified.

Sir...

Another fine mess you've
got me in to!

Me? That's rich coming from you.

I was perfectly happy in second
class!

Well, I was perfectly happy to leave
straight after the performance.

Shut your squawking!

If only you weren't such an
autograph hunter!

If only you weren't too hoity toity

to mix with ordinary, common,
decent folk.

Hoity toity?!

Rest assured that all available man
power is being deployed in

the hunt for The Countess and
Mrs McCarthy.

Inspector Mallory, any clues who
the robbers might be?

We're narrowing the search and
confident

that it's just a matter
of time before they are apprehended.

When, rest assured, they will feel
the full weight of the law.

Inspector Mallory?
Inspector Mallory?

Inspector Mallory?

Can you see anything?

It looks like a farm.

I meant anything useful.

Well, there isn't a bus stop and a
telephone box next to it

if that's what you're hoping for.

There's someone coming!

What is that?

Porridge.

I hardly think so.

You'll eat it, or else.

"Or else" what? We're hardly any use
to you dead.

We'll die of starvation if this is
what they're going to feed us.

Some toast and marmalade
will suffice.

I've got jam.

Father Brown and Miss Windermere,
sir.

Show them in.

I've been expecting you.

Please.

You're here to enquire about
my progress.

Getaway vehicle.

Over 100 Fordson vans registered in
the area

so they'll take some time to follow
up. Wha...

Knowledge of the signals suggests
insider knowledge

so the Railway are providing names
of sacked or disgruntled employees.

Ditto, Dame Bianca's staff.

We're checking for ex convicts
in the locale

with convictions
for robbery.

20 mile road blocks and an
All Ports Alert.

So, if you think there is
anything I've missed?

You've been very thorough,
Inspector.

A rare complement from you, Padre.

Now, I know you're dying to
interfere.

But on this occasion all that's
required

is good old-fashioned
police work.

If you want to help, maybe you
could offer spiritual solace

to the family - which has
the advantage of keeping them

out of my hair.

Now...

..if you'll excuse me.

Thank you.

A word please, Sergeant.

Shut the door behind you.

I've got press and rubberneckers
descending in droves.

I want no repetition of this.

Crime scene under 24 hour guard.

No-one enters. And you might want
to write this down.

Keep the Padre out of my sight.

Any funny business and you deal with
it under pain of death.

Yours, that is.

Sir.

Your turn. They're doing my head in.

No, no, no! No-one would get hurt,
they said.

It was an accident.

You were only supposed to shoot the
lights out! Wha? It wasn't me.

Well, it weren't me. I never fired
my gun.Two shots is all I fired.

At the lights. I think I can count
to two.

And I can count to none.
I wouldn't lay bets on it!

Are you calling me a liar?
I'm calling you an idiot.

Rude!Excuse me!

There is, of course,
a simple way of resolving this.

It's hard to believe she's gone.

She was always so much
larger than life.

She is still larger than life.

Her legacy will live on.

Her voice recorded for eternity.

Poor Lucy.

To lose not one mother but two.

Will you be going ahead with
the adoption?

No! Good God!

My name wasn't on the papers.

She considered fathers
extraneous to requirement.

Her husbands never lasted long
enough to play the part.

And what will you do, Miss Norman?

I hadn't thought about it.

I think I'm rather too old to
reinvent myself.

Tony's not.

You could go back to the boards.

You're an actor?

As your question infers,
an unsuccessful one.

Actually, he was rather good.

Too good for Bianca.

But she decided there wasn't room
for two stars in her firmament,

and poof...

..the parts mysteriously dried up.

That's enough, Piers.

Is there any news of Lady Felicia
and Mrs McCarthy?

The police are doing
everything they can.

In the meantime we can
only wait and pray.

What did I tell you?
Two spent cartridges.

What did I tell you? Six bullets.

Well, that settles that then.

There was another shooter.

Who are "they?"

This morning I heard you say
"no-one would get hurt, THEY said."

Them's who's paid us to rob train.
Enough.

Like we can get in more trouble.

Who are these people?

We never saw 'em.

They sent the guns and instructions.

All we had to do was shoot out
the lights and nab the jewels.

Maybe they were there? It was dark.

I said I couldn't see properly
through them stockings.

You should have worn 10 denier.
Will you "shh"!

I have to think.

They'll catch us...

..and they'll hang us, Len.
There, now.

No use crying over
spilt milk.

What you need to do is find a way to
prove your innocence.

And how do you suggest we do that?

KNOCKS AT DOOR

Miss Windermere, this was
left on the altar.

Any news?

No, no news.

You will let us know won't you...

We will of course.
Thank you. Goodbye.

Thank you, Mrs Ferris.

The cleaning ladies found
this on the altar.

Thank you.

What is it?

Hostages begins with an H,
not an O.

As for the grammar...!

Perhaps you could sound
more threatening.

"Or else", if you don't mind
my saying, sounds a bit woolly.

And wouldn't Father Brown
demand some sort of proof?

I ain't cutting no fingers off!

I wish we could cut
their tongues out.

Really! If you can't take
any constructive criticism...

You think you can do a better job?

Prove...our...innocence...

Two Ns in innocence.

If...

READS: You want your friends
back alive,

don't go to the police.

Is it genuine?

READS:PS. Don't forget to water
the aspidistras,

and the fiscal accounts
are due Friday.

SQUEALING

Kitty! Go on!

Gertrude, get in it or you'll have
it torn! Get over there!

They're loading animals into a van.

Oh, my finger! You dirty pig!

What kind of animals?

Is the breed really relevant?

If you must know, pigs.

Today is the second Tuesday
of the month.

From which I deduce they're off
to the swine sale in Hambleston.

SQUEALING

Quite the detective, Mrs M.

Which gives us long enough
to make...our escape.

It has obviously escaped
your attention

that we are chained up like dogs.

Oh, yet another graduate

of the Sidney Carter
College of Breaking and Entering.

Although why a Countess
feels the need

to add lock-picking
to her accomplishments, I...

Ta-da!

HE SCREAMS

Sh!We're in the middle of nowhere!

Now what?

We go inside, find a telephone
and call the police.

Right.

Hello?

Holy Mother!Are you all right?!

Perfectly. I often have a nap
under a table at this time of day.

More to the point, who are you?

Oh! We're, um...

Our car broke down.
It's a long story.

I wonder, do you have a telephone?

In the hall.Righto.
First things first.

Let's set you to rights.Yes.

You've got five minutes, Father.

You're a brick, Sergeant.

Anything interesting, Father?

A letter, from Dame Bianca Norman's
solicitors.

It seems she was planning to divest
herself of husband number five.

Anyone could have found this.

That can't be right.

Mallory? 4:00.

All quiet in Dodge?

Dodge, sir?

Anything to report, Sergeant?

Oh, right. Most of the sightseers
got bored and wandered off

and the press seem to have given up.

I wouldn't say given up, merely
decamped to the police station,

awaiting news of our investigation.

And how's that going, sir?

Turns out Bianca Norman was patron
for a welfare charity

for ex-convicts.

I'm having the files sent over
to see if they throw up any matches.

Ah, hello. Police, plea...

Police... Hello?

Hello?

Hello?!

So, who lives here?

Me and my brothers. Ow!

Yes, well, you don't want it going
septic, now, do you?

Especially with hygiene standards
around here

leaving much to be desired.

Where was it you said
you broke down, again?

Oh, a couple of miles from here.

It's just, we're pretty remote,
and there aren't many places

that require evening dress
in the middle of the day.

Yes. Well, don't you worry
your head about that.

Now, I am going to make us
a nice hot cup of tea.

No-one is going anywhere!

Swine sale in Hambleston!

Out!

I am going nowhere until I have
a hot cup of tea inside of me.

You'll do as you're told.

Or what?

Oh, he'll poke us to death?

Well, at least it might shut you up.

WHISPERS:Len? Len!

What?!

Are these what you're looking for?

Now, would someone like to tell me
what's going on?

I thought Inspector Mallory...

Is busy, I'm afraid.

Er...we'd, er...
The Father would, er...

Like your aid
in a crime reconstruction.

For what possible reason?

Well, I hope that will become clear.

Now, if you wouldn't mind,
please all take your positions

as you were on the night.

The sergeant and I will play
the parts of Lady Felicia

and Mrs McCarthy.

And Miss Bunty Windermere,
our resident ballistics expert,

will play the part of the robbers.

Miss Windermere will play
the robbers!

I improvised.

They burst in! They shot
the lights out! Bang! Bang!

Then darkness.

Bang!
The bullet goes through the chair,

through the curtain and then
straight through the window.

But the trajectory is wrong.

From this height, the bullet would
have embedded itself

lower in the wall.

Meaning the killer was seated.

I literally have no idea
what you're talking about.

He's not the only one, Sergeant!

New evidence suggests
a third shooter, sir.

Does he now?

It might have been thrown from
the window, so I ordered a search.

On whose authority?

WHISTLE!

It's a gun, Sergeant.
There's a nice set of prints.

I expect we should take
fingerprints, sir.

I'll save you the bother.
They're mine.

No, Barb, don't!Say nothing, Tony.

It's nothing you understand.
Just call our solicitor.

Barbara Norman, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Bianca Norman.

You are not obliged to say anything
unless you wish to do so,

but whatever you say may be taken
down and given in evidence.

To summarise, a person or persons
unknown solicited you

to a hold up a train and rob
a world-famous diva.

During the execution of which,
you failed to rob said jewels.

The diva was shot and you acquired
two hostages.

One of whom is
a Countess of the Realm.

Thus leaving you
Britain's most wanted.

What were you thinking?!

Don't tell me
this is what I think it is?

Well, thank you for at least
consulting me before going out

and committing armed robbery
and kidnap on my behalf!

He wants to be a barrister.

And you want to be captain of
Aston Villa.

I hate to be the one to break it
to you, but...

The difference is,
he's got two left feet.

The only thing stopping you is cash.

Scholarship to the grammar school.

Highest school certificate
in the county.

His teachers said he was a natural
for the law.

Except things as that
aren't for the likes of us.

Well, I suppose that's
all right, then,

you getting us into this unholy mess

to provide little old me
with an education.

To get you a life.

You want to spend it here,

stuck in that chair with loads of
books you'll never use?

And if something happens to us,
what then?

They cart you off to spend the rest
of it in an institution?!

A prospect becoming
evermore imminent by the second.

And as for your hostages,

they've seen your faces now.

I suppose you're just going to have
to shoot them.

That's quite enough of your lip!

They're the only insurance we've
got. They're staying in here!

Back to the cellar with you!

Why?
We're in the middle of nowhere here.

You can hardly expect us to make
a dash for freedom in these gowns.

And you have cows that need milking!

I suggest you tend them

while I rustle up something
that is at least edible.

She really is the most
marvellous cook.

Motion sustained!

HE SIGHS

Why didn't you bring this to me?!

The bit which says,
"Do not go to the police".

Give me one good reason

why I shouldn't discipline you
for gross insubordination!

I was following instructions, sir.

READS:Keep the Padre
out of my sight.

Any funny business and you deal
with it under pain of death.

Yours, that is.

Let's just say that the end
justifies the means.

Let's see what she's got to say
for herself first.

No traipsing mud through the house!

Well, sit yourselves down.

Ah-ah!

Bless us, oh Lord, and these thy
gifts which we are about to receive

through Christ our Lord. Amen.
Amen.Amen.Mm-hm.

So I've been looking into
your predicament and from what
I can gather,

the only real offences
you've committed

are attempted armed robbery
and kidnap.

Hand yourselves in and give back
the hostages,

mitigating circumstances,
and a good barrister,

you could be looking at
as little as five years.

Before or after they hang us
for murder?

You said the priest
would find out who did it!

And so he will.

RADIO:This is the BBC.
Here is the news.

TELEPHONE PIPS

A huge manhunt continues
for armed robbers

who murdered world-renowned
opera singer Dame Bianca Norman

and kidnapped the Countess
of Montague and her companion.

Detective Inspector Mallory
of Kembleford Police

made this statement earlier.

We're narrowing the search
and confident it's just a matter
of time before they are apprehended.

When, rest assured, they will feel
the full weight of the law.

The Earl of Montague
has offered a reward

for information leading to
the safe return of his wife.Sweet!

The Prime Minister Winston Churchill

gave a speech in
the House of Commons yesterday,

opposing the proposed...

Companion! I do have a name!

Maybe they just forgot. There's
no need to take it personally.

How would you like it if they
forgot to mention your name?

Well, perhaps they didn't think
it was as...

Maybe they didn't think it was as...

Relevant? Newsworthy?Yes.

No. Must you always be
so oversensitive?!

And this from the woman unable
to park her posh posterior

in a second-class train compartment!

My apologies for whisking you off
into the lap of luxury!

Into armed robbery and murder!

Grub's good.

It was pitch-black.

Everyone was shouting.

Then Tony lit a match.

It was only a few seconds, but I saw
that his coat was over the chair

and I knew there was a gun
in the pocket.

Why was your brother
carrying a firearm?

For exactly the eventuality
that transpired.

My mother refused to travel
with security.

It wouldn't occur to her
that someone so revered would be
attacked.

So, you took the gun from the coat?

It was mayhem.

Panicking and shouting.

And as I pulled it out,
it went off by accident.

I didn't...

It was only when the lights went on
that I saw that she...

And yet you said nothing.

I was in shock!

Everyone assumed it was the robbers.

The longer I kept silent, the harder
it was to admit the truth.

That I killed my own mother!

Do you know what will happen to me,
Inspector?

It seems it was nothing more than
a tragic accident.

She'll be released from police
custody while enquiries continue.

Poor soul.

Imagine killing your own mother.

Frequently.

This will make the morning papers.

Your faith in the villain's code
would be touching

if not so misguided.

Which means it's down to me.

They're in here somewhere,

and I won't rest till I find them.

Thank you.

BIRDSONG

Cudlip.

Cudlip.

Cudlip. Gotcha!

Morning, sir.Sergeant,
get me HQ on the blower.

Leonard Cudlip.

Former track engineer sentenced
to two years -

involvement with robbery on a train.

Recently sent a begging letter to
Dame Bianca's ex-convicts' charity,

which was rejected.

And brother Daryl is the registered
owner of a green Fordson van.

Permission to draw weapons, sir?

Yes, sir, we will.

I take it you've found
the kidnappers?

You can take it to mean I have
no time for unwanted visitors.

Round up all available men,

and I want maps of Deepwell Farm
and the surrounding area.

Right you are, sir.
For the sake of our beloved friends,

I urge you not to go in
heavy-handed.

WHISTLE!

BELL RINGS

MUSIC PLAYS

Boots!Police!

BELL RINGS

Get down!
PANICKED SHOUTS

Cuthbert, Clough,
search the outbuildings!

The rest of you, stand by and await
my orders.

This is no place for civilians!

Well, if you're going to have
a shoot-out,

a priest might come in handy.

I could out-sniper the lot of you,
if you'd care to give me a firearm.

No, I would not.

Sir? Just found this.

It's my aunt's!

Right.

You are surrounded by armed police,
with no means of escape!

Release the women
and surrender yourselves!

I advise you do as he says.

If we surrender,
they'll hang us for murder.

What, then?

I'd rather go down fighting.

What if we shot someone?

It's not their fault, Len!

You could take the bullets
out of the guns.

That lot out there would never know
they were unloaded.

At least a bullet will be quick.

I'm frightened, Len!

I don't want to die!

So, Inspector, what's your plan?

I'm going to make them wish
they'd never been born.

It's a bit gung-ho, isn't it?

Isn't it standard practice
to negotiate, sir?

They don't know that.

Get ready to fire on my command

if they don't come out
in five minutes!

Let's see if that flushes them out.

They said they'd release the
hostages if we found the killer!

And you believe them?

Especially when they're caught,
like rats in a trap?

Now, if you'd move aside...

Padre? Padre? Come back here! Padre!

Hello?

My name's Father Brown.

Oh, thank goodness!
The cavalry has arrived.

I have something to show you.

It's a trap!
They'll fire through the door!

Don't worry,
they won't shoot a priest.

I wouldn't count on it!

READS:A 32-year-old female
has been released without charge.

There! What did I tell you?

With the murder charge dropped,
good behaviour,

you could be out in five years.

I can't go back inside.

As for him, he wouldn't last
five minutes.

Didn't he tell you?
It's not his first offence.

Our parents were dead.

The farm was going under.

Somebody had to put food on table.

With us gone, what'll happen to him?

Wish you'd thought of that
before you went and robbed a train.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

It's the thought that counts, eh?

Time's up!

10 seconds, then we're coming in!

Just a few more minutes.

I've humoured you enough, Padre.

Now, get out of the way before you
accidentally get shot!

Five...four...

three...two...

Don't shoot!

Hold your fire! Weapons down!

Inspector, thank goodness!
We were so frightened!

Oh, Aunt Fliss!

It's good to see you safe, ladies,
but please move away from the house.

This could get nasty.No! No!

Those men in there,
they didn't kidnap us.

On the contrary. They were
our knights in shining armour.

Yoo-hoo! You can come out now!

I won't get up.

I'm Timothy Cudlip. These are
my brothers, Daryl and Lenny.

There seems to have been
some sort of a misunderstanding.

Then why did you hole yourself
up inside?

Because you look like the sort to
shoot first and ask questions later.

And all the time, you were held
in the back of their van?

Until this morning,
when they drove us here

and dumped us in the middle of
nowhere

without so much as a by-your-leave!

And this is when your rescuers
found you? Yes.

May I enquire why you didn't
immediately call the police?

Well, the telephone
was out of order.

Yes.Can you give us any
descriptions of the kidnappers?

No. They were wearing masks.

But we did hear them talking,

and one of them mentioned a cousin
in Anglesey?

Anglesey, yes.With a boat.

Forgive us, we're exhausted.

I think my aunt has had quite enough
questions for today.

I must return to the Earl.

Of course, Your Ladyship. Yeah.

I will be needing full statements
from you. Yes.

When you have recovered.

For Christian ladies,
you are very adept at lying.

It's a long story.

I can't wait.

Do you reckon the kidnappers
are heading to Wales, then, sir?

Get on the blower to Anglesey,

see if they have wind
of any unusual sailings.

I hear you're leaving.

The police decided not to
press charges.

I've been very lucky.
To get away with murder.

I say, steady on.

Even the police say
it was an accident.

What gave you the right to judge?

The only judge you need fear is God.

Both of you.

On a charge of matricide.

Premeditated and coldblooded.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

An ex-convict called Leonard Cudlip

wrote to your mother's charity
requesting a loan.

Was that when you decided he'd be
the perfect scapegoat for murder?

What's that?

A little lie that exposed you.

If you had been singed
by the match...

..the stem would have been charred.

Of what possible significance?

Exactly.

Why lie about something
so inconsequential?

Unless it did have a meaning.

You ordered the lights to be
shot out in the carriage,

knowing you'd be in darkness,

needing light just for a moment

to get your target in your sights.

You think that'll hold up
in a court of law?

I'm only interested in
your immortal souls.

It's not what you think.

Barb!He knows, Tony.

And I, for one,
can't live with the knowledge.

I persuaded Tony.

To protect the child.

To protect Lucy from your mother?

Oh, I do wish you wouldn't call her
that.

Mothers bring up children.

The only time we ever saw her

was when she wheeled us out
for interviews.

Playing happy families
with her adoring fans.

Little did they know that we were
purchased as possessions.

By a woman demanding unconditional
love and giving none in return!

And now we are old and stale,
she set her eyes on a new victim.

Lucky Lucy.

There's irony.

It was too late for us,
but not for her.

WHISPERS:A life for a life!

And what about the lives of the men
you callously framed for murder?

They weren't supposed to get caught.

We'd have let them keep the jewels.

How magnanimous of you.

And while we won't go to prison,

we've been sentenced to
a lifetime of guilt.

That will not be necessary.

God sent his only son
to bear the burden of our sins.

If only it were so simple.
It is...simple.

Confess what is in your soul...

..and if you are true...

..you will be forgiven.

COCKEREL CROWS

Ah! Well, it seems the police
lost track of the robbers

somewhere off the coast of Anglesey.

Anglesey?

Ah, yes, a little white lie.

I'm surprised you didn't turn us in.

I try to be a man of my word.

So is my husband.
Apropos of which...for you.

What's this?

It's a cheque for a thousand pounds!
I can see that.

I mean, what's she's giving it to us
for?

The reward money for my safe return.

We don't want it.We don't?

After what we did, you think
we'd take your money?

It will look jolly suspicious
if you don't.

You aren't bad men.

Although you are terrible cooks.

Ask him.

Doesn't God reward the good
and punish the wicked?

His ways are ever-mysterious.

However, he holds it a sin for men
to bury talents

that could be put to use
in his service.

WHISPERS: What?
He's talking about me.

I predict that God has plans
for this young man.