All language subtitles for E10 UK S11 2024-x Father Brown 2013 - The Scars of War

RADIO: At least 75 German aircraft
were shot down last night in raids

across the country. Tonight,
the nation's cities are once...

They think it could be
Bristol's turn tonight.

Then our boys in Bristol
will shoot 'em all down,

won't they, Eddie? But what if they
fly back over Kembleford and...?

What will be will be, Isabel.

Hmm.

CLOCK CHIMES

Right.

Happy Valentine's Day, Isabel.

Be careful.

Always.

RUMBLING

MUSIC: Last Post

Parade, stand at ease!

Ooh, wow!

Captain Howton
always loved his cars.

Parade, attention!

Welcome to the parade, Sir.

Ladies and gentlemen...

..Hitler's lot never made it
to Kembleford,

which is lucky for them.

LAUGHTER

My boys had quite a welcome planned.

But my platoon did, however,

make safe dozens of deadly
Butterfly Bombs

jettisoned from the Luftwaffe.

Those infernal things
were devastating.

And in this regard, we must never
forget the brave contribution

made by our late friend

from the Home Guard
Bomb Disposal Unit.

Ronald Devine.

Was it a Butterfly Bomb
that injured Ronald?

It went off as Mr Devine
approached it. Oh.

APPLAUSE

You've got a nerve, Treadwell.

Come to pay my respects
like everyone else, Captain.

Respect from a coward is an insult.

Now, go, before I...

..I stuff that flower
down your throat.

CROWD GASPS

I shall not.

Captain Howton...

..we may not share Mr Treadwell's
pacifist views,

but he has as much right
to be here as anyone.

MUSIC PLAYS

Ooh! A metal detector.

Ronald Devine would have used
one of these to locate bombs

buried in the earth. Mm.

So, Mr Devine was in charge of
bomb disposal in Kembleford?

No, dear lady. I was. Oh.

I'd been called away to deal with
another device.

It was a...

It was a rough night.

What would you have done
if you'd found a Nazi spy?

Shot them and buried them
in the woods.

Good to see you back in Kembleford,
Captain Howton,

although I understand you declined
the original invitation.

Trouble in Shropshire, Father.

My wife has asked me to, er,

to leave the premises.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

So am I. Her family had
all the cash. Ha!

A military pension won't keep
my three Jaguars on the road.

HE LAUGHS

In the Great War, that yellow belly
would have been shot.

To defend a moral position takes
a certain bravery too, Captain.

I'm going to the bar,

before I, um, accidentally
bayonet a conchie.

Father.

Still as committed as ever,
Mr Treadwell?

Well, until someone can persuade me

that you can defeat evil with evil.

I heard you were working at a farm,
out near Cirencester.

Well, I'd prefer I'd stayed
in Kembleford.

The treatment you received
from this village after the war

was far from commendable.

I'm afraid it continues, Father.

This morning, my employer,
Mr Morris, told me to pack my bags.

He'd found out about my background.

I will find you some shelter
locally, Mr Treadwell.

Thank you, Father.

You've always understood.

Oh.

Yeah, not bad.

Eddie won a shooting competition
during his National Service.

No, Mum, I entered a
shooting competition.

I came fourth.

Mrs Waterson's
an excellent shot, too.

Her father was a gamekeeper.

Isn't she the one whose
son disappeared? Adam.

Rode off on his bike in '41.

Never seen again.

The poor mite was deaf.

Then six months later, her husband
got shot down over Germany.

How awful! I honestly don't know
how she copes.

APPLAUSE

Good shot, Mrs Waterson!

Thank you, John.

Poor John Carlton.

Still smitten.

Isn't he a bit young to be in
the Home Guard?

Refused conscription. Flat feet.

Never been the same boy since.

Yes, perfect. Thank you.

Goodbye, Gloria.

Er...

Isabel. Did you want a cup of tea?

Er, I'm fine, thank you.

Who was that?
It's, er, someone in London.

Isabel, tomorrow's lunch with Eddie,

I'm afraid something's come up,
for work.

I'm... I'm sorry. Oh.

Yes, er...

I'd better...

Strange day.

Lots of memories, eh?

Yes.

Yes, there are.

Here he is.

Don Juan in action.

As useless with women
as he was at drill.

A surprisingly good shot,
though, eh?

Ahem...

Sorry to hear about your mother's
passing, Carlton.

Thanks. Mm.

Must be tough,
with both of them gone.

Lonely.

Don't blame you trying your luck
with this one, though

Still the most beautiful
creature in Kembleford.

Excuse me.

It should have been you,
not my dad!

What? You saw that bomb
had a different fuse.

You got scared and ordered my dad
to go outside and sort it!

Who told you this? Someone who
saw you hiding around the corner

before it went off! Don't believe
everything you hear, Mr Devine!

They gave your father that medal,
didn't they?

Watch it, lad! That's enough.

Get your hands off me!
Eddie, please!

Did you hear what he did, Mum?

Mr Devine, I think perhaps
it's time you went home.

Do as Father Brown says, Eddie.

You'll pay for this, Howton!

I'm no coward, Isabel.

LAUGHTER

And that, fellas... LAUGHTER

..is how you spot a Nazi
in a bakery!

Oh!

THUNDERCLAP

OWL HOOTS

GUN LOADS

Who's there?

Show yourself.

In nomine Patris, et Filii,
et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

64.

64 yards.

And the marks and calibre
of the cartridge

are consistent with
an Enfield rifle.

A single bullet to the back of
the head, at range.

Good shot.

Yes, indeed.

Sir, I've confirmed
that Captain Howton

was staying at a guesthouse
just up the road.

And I checked the inventory
at the Hall.

One of those Enfield rifles
is missing, Sir.

Well, Sergeant, we obviously
need to find that rifle.

Unfortunately, I think we know where
we need to start, don't we, Sir?

Eddie? HE GROANS

Eddie? HE MURMURS

Eddie!

What's going on?

Mr Devine,
Captain Howton has been shot dead.

What?!

Eddie, we just need to establish
a couple of things,

given your altercation with
the Captain yesterday.

Your mother says you weren't home
by the time she went to bed

around ten o'clock. Er, yeah,
I was in the Red Lion.

I don't know when I left. Y...

Did you come straight home? Er...

I think so. I've checked
the rest of the house, Sir.

Nothing. HE SIGHS

Good. Checked for what?

Eddie?

Have you been out to the shed
this morning?

As I said, I've not been out here
all week.

What...?

Oh, no!

I did not put that there.

Eddie!

Blast! What's going on?

Did you see where Eddie went?

Eddie? No.

What's happened?
He didn't do this, Edgar.

If he tries to make contact,
promise me you'll tell me.

Promise.

I need this to be
someone else, Father.

Could you possibly find out Captain
Howton's movements yesterday?

Sergeant.

Oh, this can't be happening.
What can't?!

Captain Howton's been shot.

Chief Inspector Sullivan
thinks it's Eddie.

Is one of these a key to your shed?

Yes. How did you know
that was there?

Lucky guess!

SHE GASPS

Oh! Someone could have found
my secret hiding place

and...planted the gun?

Wearing the boots Eddie left
outside the front door.

I know who to talk to.

Captain Howton was just
an acquaintance.

But still, what a terrible thing.

I couldn't help noticing
how familiar

he was with you yesterday.

He was drunk. Mm.

Captain Howton and I had

a relationship during the war.

I paid a terrible price
for my betrayal,

losing the two people most important
to me in this life.

Those were personal tragedies,
Mrs Waterson.

They were not punishments.

Well, that's how it
felt to me, Father.

Last night, Captain Howton told me
he wanted to resume

our relationship.

When I told him
I was not interested,

he threatened to tell the entire
village of our affair.

That must have been
terribly intimidating.

How did you respond? I stood firm.

I did not kill him, Father.

My soul is weighed down with
quite enough guilt already.

Did you notice any tension
between Captain Howton

and anyone else last night?

Only John Carlton.

He's always had it in for John.

It's...

I mean, it's amazing!

It's wonderful! You're wonderful.

SHE GIGGLES It's really wonderful.

I don't think I've ever seen
anything quite so...

..beautiful

Captain Howton
was always a bit overbearing.

It was just worse when he was drunk.

Mrs Waterson felt there
was something malicious

in the way Captain Howton
mocked you.

Vindictive, even.

And yesterday, it struck me that

the entire Kembleford
Home Guard platoon

were wearing Defence Medals,
except you.

Captain Howton decided
my wartime performance

did not merit it.

You, I sense, did not concur?

So, when Captain Howton goaded
you in front of Mrs Waterson,

it must have struck a nerve.

That's why I told Eddie Devine
what he did.

About Captain Howton's
role in his father's injury?

People treated the captain
like he was a hero.

I say he was a bigger coward than
Oscar Treadwell.

Were you provoked into
anything else, I wonder?

That was revenge enough
for me, Father.

SOFT THUD

Hello?

Oh, Eddie!
The study window was open.

Thank goodness you're all right!

Do you think I shot him?
Of course not!

But...why did you run away?

Because your boyfriend clearly
reckons I'm guilty. Well, frankly,

I'm not sure
I'll ever be able to trust

Chief Inspector Sullivan again. Why?

He's been distracted
by a shinier model.

What? I'll throttle him!
Eddie, please.

Don't do anything rash.
I need some water.

Of course.

Sit down.

I've found a spot in the woods,

where that swing used to be. Right.

Good.

Here you are.

KNOCKING Isabel?

Stay safe.

KNOCKING Isabel?

Ahem.

I saw your note.

Erm, Isabel, what...

What's happened?

I came to tell you that
whoever put that gun in the shed

must have taken my
secret set of keys,

which it turns out are not quite
as secret as I believed. Ah.

That's helpful.

Has Eddie been in contact?

No.

Isabel, you gave me your word.

You accuse ME of deception?!

I saw you with that woman
in your office!

HE STUTTERS

That was work-related.

Oh, really?

What aspect of your work
requires you to hold a woman's hand

and tell her she's wonderful?!

HE STUTTERS

No, I'd like you to go, please.

Isabel...

So, Captain Howton bullied John
during the war?

It would appear so.

The question is,

what moved Private John Carlton
to take his revenge now?

Hmm.

What do you think, Mrs Devine?

I think Chief Inspector Sullivan
is seeing someone else.

Her name is Gloria.

He was talking to her
on the telephone.

Then I saw him with
her at the station.

Mrs Devine,

whilst it is impossible to truly
understand another's heart,

the Chief Inspector appears,
dare I say it,

to be besotted with you.
He was holding her hand, Father.

He told her she was wonderful.

KNOCKING

Sergeant. Father, ladies.

Forgive the intrusion.

You asked for Captain Howton's
movements yesterday, Father?

Yes. He was seen entering
a post office

in Cirencester, where he sent
a telegram.

And afterwards,
he visited a local farm.

What was the name of the farm?

Er, Morris Farm, Father.

That was where Oscar Treadwell
was working,

until yesterday,

when he was fired.

Mr Treadwell.

Father.

Ladies. Here for the Rosary,
I presume?

You know me well, Father.

Have you heard about Captain Howton?

I overheard the men at the hostel
talking about it.

Shocking news.
All violence is so...senseless.

I gather Captain Howton paid a visit
to your ex-employer, Mr Morris,

at his farm yesterday? Mm.

It seems Captain Howton
found out last week

that Mr Morris was employing me

and decided to combine
his return to the area

with a little...sabotage. Oh!

I'd be livid, if I were you.

Was that part of the reason
you came to yesterday's event?

I needed to look that man
in the eye, Mrs Devine.

To show him that nothing
he could do to me would ever

shake me from my beliefs.

Which begs the question,
Mr Treadwell -

was that enough for you?

Yes, Father.

He got the message.

Oscar Treadwell
may be a pacifist now,

but that man fought in
the Great War,

he knows how to fire a gun. I agree,

but I am not persuaded that
Oscar Treadwell

would compromise his principles
of nonviolence

even for his bete noire,
Captain Howton.

Hmm.

At least we know where he is,

which is more than
what we can say for Eddie.

Mrs Devine, forgive my presumption,

you wouldn't happen to know where
your son is, would you?

Eddie.

You gave me your word!

I had to tell them.

Where's Sullivan? We've said nothing
to Chief Inspector Sullivan.

Why? Cos we don't think
you did it, Eddie.

Are you looking for your father's
George Medal?

It's missing. I think it came off
as I was making that den.

Oh, no!

Fear not.

I may have a solution.

Meanwhile, you are not helping
your case, Mr Devine,

by remaining on the run.

Well, with all the roads
and stations covered,

it's only a matter of time.

Mr Devine.

I didn't do it.

Eddie.

HUMMING

Oh, it's like one of those aliens

you see in the films.

Those things have saved
thousands of lives.

Mm.

Erm, can I have a go?

Yes, in a minute!

HUMMING INTENSIFIES

Must be buried in the ground.

Whatever it is, it's considerably

bigger than a medal. Oh...

Father, you don't think
it could be a...?

Oh...

Perhaps, as a precaution,
you should stand well back.

Why would you bury a bike?

Father, what's that
in the handlebar?

I believe it is a bullet.

He was just a boy.

Why would someone fire a gun at him?

Mrs Waterson, what time of day
did Adam ride off on his bicycle?

It was 17 minutes past
three in the morning.

One minute after he had

walked in on myself
and Captain Howton.

Adam ran downstairs,

and by the time I got outside,
he and his bicycle were gone.

I sent Captain Howton
to look for him.

Poor boy.

It was my sin...

..that drove him away, Father.

Whatever happened to him
is my fault.

SULLIVAN: Father, a word.

The bullet in that handlebar
is from a .303 calibre.

Just like the one that killed
Captain Howton, Father.

So, potentially, also fired from
a Lee-Enfield rifle.

Adam Waterson disappeared in 1941,
didn't he?

13th of October, Father.

Excuse me.

BUGLE TOOTS

"Roads quiet.
No suspicious activity."

Oh, dear.

BANGING

Mr Carlton.

How fortuitous.

I was just coming to see you.

Well, Father, I'm very pleased
to bump into you.

I fear the village has
misunderstood you.

Your feelings for Mrs Waterson

were not borne out of infatuation,

but out of guilt.

I'm full of sympathy for you.

It was obviously a tragic accident.

In 1941, the entire country
was on high alert for Nazi spies.

You were on point duty
with Captain Howton,

but he abandoned you
to be with Mrs Waterson.

It wasn't the first time that
he'd left me alone, Father, but...

..that night, I was seeing Nazis
in every shadow.

All I could think of was
Captain Howton's warning.

Halt, or I'll have to shoot!

BIKE CRASHES

"Don't be the traitor
that lets a Nazi pass."

But young Adam was deaf.
He couldn't hear me.

In that moment,
a part of me died, too.

You're right about Rachel.

The guilt is there,
every time I see her, stabbing me.

He was on his bike!

He didn't stop!

I thought he was a Nazi!

No-one else need know
about this, Private.

Bury the bike in another part of
the woods.

Yes. Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Captain Howton stayed quiet
for over ten years,

until his marriage collapsed,
and his finances with it.

He sent you a telegram yesterday,
didn't he? Mm.

What was he demanding
for his continued silence?

Half my parents' inheritance.

By this morning,

or everyone would know
what I did to Adam.

I felt...

..trapped.

Scared that I'd always be his slave.

And you saw violence as the only way
to free yourself from him? Mm.

I made sure I left before him
and hid outside with a rifle.

Captain Howton taught me to shoot.

He was a good teacher.

You seem remarkably calm,
Mr Carlton...

..but I do not detect any remorse.

No, Father.

You see, I'm making my escape.

Rachel's tears in the woods,

I'm afraid they have broke me.

TICKING

Ah. Everyone has their
war souvenirs, don't they?

I've attached a timer to the charge.

In...25 minutes,

this will all be over.

You do have a choice, John.

You can unchain yourself, walk away
and ask for God's forgiveness.

My faith is long gone, Father.

The war saw to that.

It turned me into a murderer, and
I never even set eyes on a Nazi.

Look at us, with our tea and cakes.

We polish our medals
and fire our guns,

like it's all something
to celebrate.

I'm taking it all up with me,
Father, the old HQ as well.

Why the timer, John?

Because I don't want
anyone else hurt.

That's why I'm so pleased
you're here.

I need you to clear the area for me.

Please say sorry to Rachel for me.

And also, to Eddie.

Oh, there you are, Father.

Is that a...? Ladies,

might I have a word with you?

Outside.

Mrs Devine, please relay the
news to the Chief Inspector,

we will need his urgent assistance
in making the bomb safe. Right.

Miss Palmer, you and I shall move
everyone away from the hall.

Sergeant! Isabel.

John Carlton has a Butterfly Bomb
in the Great Hall.

It's set to explode at five o'clock.

Good Lord! He's also confessed to
the murder of Captain Howton.

Well, if he's confessed,
then let me go!

Hold on, Eddie, please.

No, you need me!

We did controlled explosions
during my National Service.

How much bomb training have you had?

Sergeant, keys, please.

Oh, Eddie!

Please don't get involved in this.

What would Dad do?

We need sandbags.

Right.
Where are we going to find those?

She Stoops to Conquer!

The Kembleford Players'
last production,

we used them to secure
the wobbly scenery.

OK.

TICKING

The immediate area
has been evacuated.

Thank you, Father.

Now I just need you to leave.

You say seeing Rachel Waterson's
grief drove you to this.

Yes.

But you have the power
to ease that pain,

to allow her to grieve properly,

by confessing to her yourself...

..and showing her where
her son's body is buried.

Get out...

..or I'll kick this
and take you all up with me!

Sergeant, would you accompany
Mrs Devine outside

and oversee the others there,
please?

It's all right, Mum. Come on.

Please!

You said your faith is gone -

but not your compassion,

which is what is stopping
you detonating that bomb.

Why is John doing this?

Let's go.

Father?

I'll see you outside.

Those sand bags might not hold. No.

You've got 30 seconds.
I implore you to go.

It's still not too late to atone.

I can't face her, Father.

You're braver than you think, John.

Eddie!

Where's Father Brown?

EXPLOSION

GASPING

HE COUGHS

Oh!

I'm so...

..so sorry.

What for?

INDISTINCT SPEECH

John, what? No! No!

A was on patrol and... INDISTINCT SPEECH

SHE SOBS

I think you both showed
commendable bravery.

I just did as I was told, Father.

Your dad would have been
proud of you, Eddie.

And you've got a bit more spine
than I thought.

Eddie, look what we
found in the woods.

Oh, thank you! Oh!

I think this calls for a celebratory
cup of tea at the Presbytery.

Good idea, Father.

Eddie? Sure.

Do the decent thing.

Put her out of her misery.

Scones, anyone?

Wasn't you terrified, Father?

I was, but I always felt
like I was in safe hands.

Training kicks in, doesn't it?

Look, I'll get some more glasses.

Excuse the fingers.

Oh, Mr Johnson mentioned he was
looking for help at the foundry,

so I persuaded him to take
Oscar Treadwell on.

Oh!

Let's hope Oscar can finally
stop being punished

for his principles. Mm.

Isabel, might I have a word,

in private?

Whatever you have to tell me,
I'd like my friends

to hear it, too.

I'd really rather... Who is Gloria?

Well, she's not a colleague.

She's a jeweller.

Her last name is Hazelbrook.

A jeweller?

Well, how lovely for her!

How lovely for Miss Hazelbrook.

It's Mrs Hazelbrook, actually.

BRENDA SCOFFS And she's married!

Would that be the Hazelbrooks
of Cheltenham, perhaps?

Yes, Father.

Oh, next, I suppose you're going
to tell me Gloria Hazelbrook

came to your office
to show you some jewellery?

Well, yes, she did.

Er...

She was bringing me this.

What are you going to do
with that thing?

Isabel Devine...

..will you marry me?

What?

If, er...

You don't need to decide
right now, if...

Oh...

Yes, I do! Yes!

Really? Oh, bravo, Chief Inspector!

Well done! Thank you, Father.

I don't believe it!

Mum?

Congratulations.

Oh!

You don't mind?

He asked my permission.

Erm, I know it's early days,

but have you considered
where you'd like to get married?

I was thinking of a registry office,
actually, Father.

LAUGHTER

Oh, thank you.

A toast, a toast!

To the bride and groom!