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Come one! Come on!
He's trying to kill me!

Go! Go!

He was that fast. I
thought I was done for.

- Inspector...
- No-one's allowed through.

No, Father, this
is a crime scene.

But that poor man's soul, at
least let me pray over his body.

If we need your services
later, we'll let you know.

You wouldn't have even
found him if it wasn't for me.

Yes, tell me, what were you
doing trespassing on private land?

Uh, we'll let you
carry on with your job.

Mm.

- Oh, don't bother knocking.
- Have you seen?

It was no accident.

Don't be ridiculous,
Sidney. It's in the newspaper.

You mean it's what Inspector
Sullivan told the newspaper.

Mm. That body was dry
as a bone when I saw it.

Archibald Waterson,
I know that name.

Wasn't he a friend of the Sheppards?
Best man at their wedding last year?

Yes. Yes, I think
you may be right.

Why is Sullivan
covering this up?

He's not even interviewing
me as a witness.

True.

Still... I suppose it's
none of our business.

Mrs. Sheppard, I've come
to offer my condolences

on the death of your friend.

That's kind of you. Come in.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Ah, I've been looking for you.

Must be your lucky day.

I spoke to Alf Turner
at the Red Lion.

He told me about your
fanciful interpretation

- of what happened yesterday.
- Nothing fanciful about it.

- You've got to stop this.
- What? It's a free country.

Trust me. Don't
go making a fuss.

You know me, Inspector.
Soul of discretion.

We're still in shock.

Archie was one of the
finest men I ever met.

Do you know what happened?

Only what we read in the
paper, that he drowned.

I wonder what he
was doing at the lake.

I don't know. It was a warm day.
He probably just wanted to cool off.

Did he live nearby?

Little Haydock.

That's several miles away.

Yes. I don't know what
he was doing around here.

We saw him yesterday morning.

At the manor. We made
plans for the weekend.

He was part of the
restoration project.

Archie specialized in the
conservation of oil paintings.

Must be hundreds of
those at Bridgemore.

Everyone there is
going to miss Archie.

The pair of you most of all.

We barely slept last night.

Well, I've intruded
for far too long.

Once again, my
sincerest condolences.

Thank you.

What is it now?

Help!

Sid?

Are you all right?

Sid, are you sure
you're up to this?

Of course.

Right, what exactly
are we looking for?

Anything out of the ordinary.

This is where the
Sheppards knew Archie from.

We can learn a great deal
about all three of them from here.

Why are you suspicious?

Because one of them said they
found out about what happened

from the morning's paper, the
other one said they couldn't sleep

the previous
night because of it.

Ah.

Perhaps they had
good reason to lie.

Sullivan isn't treating
this case. It's routine.

Something else is going on here.

I'll see what I can find.

Assuming His Lordship lets us
into his house in the first place.

Oh, he will. I hope you
realize the sacrifice I'm making.

You know he's a madman.

He's a member of
the House of Lords.

Exactly.

Ah, hello. Come in! Come in!

I was just practicing
my stroke. Do you play?

I did, I did, but
never on carpet.

It's good to see you, old girl!

Now, now, please,
make yourselves at home.

So... What can I do for you?

Well, Monty and I are
holding a little soirée

next Saturday, you know.

Sounds divine.

I was just passing and I
thought I'd ask you in person.

We'd love it if you could come.

What red-blooded man
could refuse such an offer, eh?

Yeah.

I was sorry to hear what
happened, Lord Masters.

Sorry, what?

The man working on
your restoration project...

Archibald Waterson.

Ah!

I've been expecting you.

Now, where the
hell is the thing?

There.

Are you sure this is for me?

I found it on my
desk this morning.

Archie had left a note with it.

It said an important
stranger would ask about him

and I should give
them this envelope.

- Did you know Archie well?
- Oh, barely at all.

Those restoration fellows, you
know, stick to the far side of the house.

Love letter, is it?

"I'll take the secret
to my grave."

- Does that mean anything to you?
- No.

Do you know him?

I can't say.

Oh, like that, is it? Eh?

Sorry. Who are you?

Uh, Lady Felicia's driver.

Oh.

Are you all right?

Allergies.

Oh.

It's William, isn't it? I've
seen you around Kembleford.

I'm sorry to hear
about your mate.

That must be tough for you.

I'm fine. Thank you.

Right.

Right you are.

So, when did the
restoration project start?

My dear, I have people
who remember dates for me.

Would you like
some apple crumble?

Roughly.

Uh, well, 18 months
or so ago, give or take.

How did you find
the people to do it?

I didn't, they found me.

They're a benevolent
organization,

who wanted to help me
preserve my family's heritage

for future generations.

Sticky tart?

- No cake, thank you.
- Oh.

How many people work on it?

Well, I don't know,
these restoration fellows,

they keep themselves to themselves
and I rattle around the East Wing.

I suppose about
a dozen in total.

That seems a lot.

Well, it's a big house.

No-one's tried to catalogue
it since great Uncle Basil.

What a fruit bat he was.

He organized the
heirlooms in color order,

according to their aura.

So you don't go over to the part
of the house where they work?

They use dangerous chemicals!

No, they said it was
safest for me to stay clear.

Not that I mind, of course.

No, I'm quite happy
here with Terrance.

Terrance?

Oh.

Ah.

Nobody is to touch anything in
this room until I give the word.

You're all to return home and
remain there until I send for you.

Sorry, wrong door.

Now, Cousin George, he
set himself the challenge

of translating every book in
the house into Ancient Greek.

Died tragically with the
finishing line just in sight,

16 books from the end
of the zoology section.

We've taken up too
much of your time.

Oh, not at all, no. It's a delight to
see you without old Monty in tow.

Was it he who insisted you
be chaperoned with the priest?

Father Brown is not here
to keep an eye on me.

Methinks the lady
doth protest too much.

It's been a pleasure. I look
forward to the weekend.

I'm already
counting the minutes.

- Tick, tock.
- Must dash.

Goodbye, Your
Lordship. Terrance.

I didn't see nothing.
Honestly, I can keep shtoom.

Take him to the station for now.

Who are you?

You were warned.

Lady Felicia.

What has Sid done?

And you must be Father Brown.

- You have the better of me.
- What are you doing here, Daniel?

Oh, you know.
Same old, same old.

Please, I'm sure
we can sort this out.

I'll arrange for someone to
give you a lift back to town

while your driver is indisposed.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I
have urgent matters to attend to.

Lady Felicia, can you please
explain what's going on?

Who was that man?

His name is Daniel Whittaker.

How do you know him?

We had dealings during the war.

He works for the government.

What part of the government?

MI5.

Wait there.

What now?

I realize there are legal reasons
why you shouldn't talk about this.

- I won't abandon Sid.
- Good.

We need a better idea
about what's really happening.

The restoration
project is just a front.

That's why the
Sheppards lied to me.

What do you make
of Archie's letter?

"I'll take the secret
to my grave."

He must have left it as a safeguard
in case anything happened to him.

- He knew he was in danger.
- But why didn't he ask for help?

Why put yourself in harm's way?

Perhaps he was involved
in something illegal?

I'll find out more about
the official investigation.

Good. Cheerio.

- Anon, anon.
- Thank you.

Hello, Archie.

Lord Masters, do you think
I might have a quick word?

Oh, hello.

Have a seat, huh? Have a nibble.

Yeah, excuse my fingers.

There you go.

Thank you.

My name is James Gregson.

I'm overseeing the
restoration project.

I'm here because a
member of my staff

had an unfortunate
accident yesterday.

Oh, yes, beastly business,

as I was saying to that
minx and her priest earlier.

They were asking about it?

Poor Archie. He
left a letter for them.

Do you know what it said?

You have finally gone insane.

Just a moment, Mrs. McCarthy.

The shame of it.

Unless you've heard that
poor soul knocking on his coffin

to be let out, you
must stop this.

There's nothing here.

Oh, surprise, surprise!
What are you up to?

Nothing.

A likely story.

Now I'm going to
have to clear all this up,

get some fresh flowers.

And do you think you could
resist digging up any more residents

until I get back?

Scout's honor.

May I?

Please.

You aren't going to read it?

- What did you make of it?
- Nothing.

Spare me the modesty.

You've solved too many crimes to
be the bumbling idiot you appear to be.

No, I am a bumbling idiot.

But I see patterns to things.
You seem to know a lot about me.

You've shown up on
our radar a few times.

Have you got a file on me?

Why don't we pool our resources?

We both want the
same thing, after all.

- Do we?
- The truth.

I want my friend released.

Then perhaps you could start
by telling me about the letter.

Well, it obviously
wasn't meant for me.

And Archie didn't leave it
for his colleagues either,

which means he
didn't trust them.

He wanted it to go to an
outsider, someone who'd come

to investigate if
things went wrong: you.

But I got to the
manor house first,

which meant Lord Masters
got the wrong end of the stick...

and doesn't know what's
going on in his own house.

But you do.

I'm sure Lady Felicia
has filled you in.

She said nothing.

Fine, if you want
to play it that way.

My name is Daniel Whittaker
and I work for the Security Service.

There, can we move on now?

Yes, I'd like to
know how Sid is.

Maybe later. You worked
out what the message means.

- Yes.
- It wasn't a question.

- What did you find?
- Nothing.

Local officers don't know the
sources of each other's aliases,

only senior staff.

And you, it appears.

I recognized the name.

I buried Archibald
Waterson 20 years ago.

He was 18 months
old. A tragic death.

Oh, I can imagine.

Why did your man use
that poor little boy's name?

When we create new
identities for our officers,

it's easier to use real
people, dead people.

There's an existing paper
trail we can manipulate.

- How tasteless.
- You did ask.

Do you know who
killed that young man?

What did you find at the grave?

I found nothing there.

We found your friend
trespassing in a very sensitive area.

It's a serious
charge, espionage.

I did not find
anything at that grave.

I'll see you later, Father.

I thought we were
sharing information?

I've changed my mind.

You cannot play with an
innocent man's life like this.

- Actually, I can.
- I cannot give you what I don't have.

Don't leave it too long
to come to your senses.

Once people disappear, it
can be hard to find them again.

Take a seat.

I want to see Sid.

Sorry, orders from
on high, no visitors.

Then let me speak
to Daniel Whittaker.

Can I ask why?

You can ask.

Ah, good. I'll need your office.

Lady Felicia, this way.

I suppose this is your doing?

What happened?

I went down to put fresh
flowers on that grave.

This is what I found.

Is that the only vase
that was broken?

Yes. Why?

Because the vase on
Archie's grave was cream.

Why are you here, Daniel?

Oh, the usual. Trying
to save the country.

We're hardly in danger out here.

It's that kind of complacency
that'll get us all killed.

Oh, is that your job? Going
round trying to frighten people?

We don't have officers out
in this godforsaken nowhere

just for the fun of it.

It's because the fight is going
on right now, all around us.

Is that why you had
my driver arrested?

Because he's a threat
to national security?

We all need a little leverage.

Your priest has
something I need.

A conscience?

An item he found
in his graveyard.

What is it?

I don't know.

I thought you might find
out and bring it to me.

You are joking?

Oh, I rarely joke. Especially
when reputations are concerned.

I really don't care what
you tell people about me.

How about the Earl?
Does he feel the same way?

We paid our debt.

And we're very
grateful for that.

So now we're offering you
another chance to help your country.

This isn't fair.

Past indiscretions can be
made to vanish for a while,

but sadly they
never really go away.

Which is a problem for men
who rely on their reputation.

A few words in the right ears, who
knows what the fallout might be?

I need something
from you in return.

The man who died.

I want details.

Why not? Your friend might
unearth something useful.

But you know the price.

Yes.

You swapped the vases!

Now, don't you
go giving me grief.

Someone had to tidy
up the mess you made...

Father Brown.

"Dear Mother, enjoying
my holiday. Weather fine.

It was a long journey,
but we got here safely.

Your loving daughter, Marjory."

And what does that mean?

It means Marjory is
having a nice holiday.

Now what have you gone and
got yourself mixed up in this time?

It's safer if you don't know.

I am a grown woman!
I don't need protecting.

But maybe he did.

Oh, now, please, don't
start talking in riddles.

Take this.

Put it somewhere safe.

Oh, and he's off again.

Oh...

We can name the baby after him?

It would be a way
of remembering him.

I'm hardly likely to forget.

Sorry. It was just a thought.

Hey, I'm... I'm sorry.

I should be stronger than this.

Father Brown. Please, come in.

- Hello.
- What can we do for you?

Perhaps I should start by
saying that I know what you do.

Not exactly, but I know that
you're more than historians.

And I've had a thought...

and I wondered if
you could help me?

What with?

I think we all know that Archie's
death was not an accident.

He deliberately put himself
in danger and paid the price.

- What makes you think that?
- I've been trying to work out why.

At first, I thought that he
must have been in trouble,

but then another possibility
occurred to me: compassion.

He was trying to
save someone else.

Save them from what?

Well, I was rather hoping
you could tell me that.

If you know what we
are then you'll understand

that we can't talk about this.

A shame.

I was hoping to reach out to
whoever Archie was trying to help

because they must be
carrying a terrible burden.

I must be mistaken.

Silly me.

I'm always wading
out of my depth.

I won't trouble you any longer.

Why did you say that
he put himself in danger?

He left a note, in case
anything happened to him.

What did it say?

Oh, it's not my
place to tell you.

Good day.

Hello, William.

- Why do you think I was involved?
- I know a broken man when I see one.

What was in Archie's letter?

There's a game going on around
me, one I do not wish to play.

Spies and official bullies

and all manner of madness.

The people in my parish
are suffering because of this.

They are my only concern.

Then help me.

I've done a terrible thing.

Forgive me Father for I have
sinned. It's been six weeks

since my last confession. I...

I killed my best friend.

What happened?

Archie had intercepted
a... a dead drop.

A message to the Soviets
about our work at the manor.

Marion was still at work.

Archie came to confront me
over what he had discovered.

Why?

Because I sent the message.

I used to be a Soviet spy.

Does Marion know?

No.

No, it would destroy her.

It was being with her that first
made me change my views.

I realized that we could have
a better life here, a family.

The past six months,
I've just fed the Soviets lies

and inconsequential information.

- Did you explain this to Archie?
- I tried.

But he was furious. He...

I trusted you!

He felt betrayed.

He attacked me.

I just wanted him to stop.

To give me a chance to explain.

He was frantic.

He broke a bottle.

It was just instinct. There was
a knife. I didn't mean to hurt him.

I swear.

I can't...

I can't live with myself.

Please, Father, please
absolve me of my sins.

I can't.

What?

You attacked Sid
Carter this morning.

But I panicked.

What you did was deliberate.

So how can I believe
you regret anything?

You can't tell anyone.

I won't, but I urge
you to give yourself up

- for the sake of your mortal soul.
- They'll kill me.

I must warn you that Archie left
what he found for your superiors.

Others will follow,
looking for you.

What can I do?
Marion is pregnant.

How can I tell her
what I am? What I was?

Then you will pay
a terrible price.

For that, I am sorry.

Keep an eye on her...

and on my child.

- Make sure that they're all right.
- Of course.

I'll get the train to London,

- disappear until I can find a...
- Don't tell me your plans.

I don't want anything
more to do with this.

Goodbye, Father.

I'm sorry I couldn't
be a better man.

What's the matter?

You're scaring me.

- Is Father Brown here?
- No, he is not.

- Do you know when he'll be back?
- Oh, I thought you could tell me.

I presume you're a part of
his latest little escapade?

No.

Why? What's he been up to?

Heaven only knows.

But he seems to think this
has something to do with it.

Hello?

Her Royal Highness is here,

and your precious postcard
is behind the tea caddy.

Oh, and your
dinner is in the oven.

Lady Felicia.

Any luck?

A copy of the police report.

How did you manage that?

Oh, you know, wild flirtations
and laughing at dreadful jokes.

I need to go.

Are you all right?

Yes.

It's frightening, what we've
got ourselves involved in.

Better get on.

I need to explain to my husband

why I've invited that
landed lunatic to our soirée.

Mm.

We do still have police
business to conduct.

I'm sure you'll cope.

Lady Felicia.

Take it.

- Thank you for your service.
- Go to hell.

Inspector!

Get your people to watch the roads
out of town. We'll take the station.

- Why?
- We have our man.

The ticket clerk saw a
man fitting his description.

He bought a ticket to London.

Sir?

Father Brown.

That'll keep him out of our way.

That's the train for Birmingham.

Ah.

The thing about my job is
you do drink an awful lot of tea

and I do like my sugar.

And the inevitable biscuit.

How did you find me?

When a chap in your
line of work says one thing,

you can be sure he means another
and you said you were going to London.

Did you bring the police?

Our conversation remains
between us and God.

Although I do think you
have some explaining to do.

I've just seen my wife's
face for the last time.

My child will grow up without a
father. Can you call that justice?

You lied to me.

The confession is sacrosanct,

not somewhere where
you can spin stories.

The train is stopping.

- It's signals.
- We're only just out of Kembleford.

Another train coming
in. Single line working.

This is your doing.

No-one knows you're here.

- Stay where you are!
- Liar.

William!

William!

Keep back! Both of you!

Just stay calm.

Tunnel.

- What?
- Tunnel!

Oh!

Please let me help you. I
know you didn't kill your friend.

- We've got him now.
- No! You have to get in there.

- He's not going anywhere.
- Do it.

Oh, no.

Damn.

I'm sorry.

How did you know
he was involved?

You do realize this is
an official investigation?

I'm bound by different laws.

How did you know
he'd be on that train?

Lucky guess.

Shouldn't you be
writing this down?

As you said, different laws.

If you let Sid Carter go,
I will ensure that he says

nothing about what he has seen.

We don't make deals.

I think you will this time.

- I found...
- I already have the postcard.

Thanks to a friend of yours.

Well, I think that's all.

You can go.

I'll get you a tea.

- You don't need to.
- The kettle was already on.

I know William cared
very much for you.

He would have
done anything for you.

No matter what
trouble you were in.

What do you mean?

He died trying to
throw us off the scent.

He made himself look guilty...

so that we thought he
was acting on his own.

Have a seat.

Could I trouble
you for some sugar?

Only I have a
terrible sweet tooth.

The story William
told me can't be true.

I've read the police
report on Archie's death.

Archie found out that
William was a Soviet agent.

He should have
reported him, but he didn't.

He wanted his friend to explain.
But there was no misunderstanding.

William was working
for the other side.

It turned into a fight,

but William couldn't have
killed Archie in self-defense...

because Archie was
stabbed in the back.

Oh, my God.

It's an interesting story.

Before I came here, I...

prayed that you only acted
to defend your husband.

That you had no idea
of his political beliefs.

On the contrary, you
defected to his cause.

And why would you think that?

When he was cornered,
William took his own life...

as I imagine he
was trained to do...

rather than be captured.

And you showed your hand

when you put
cyanide... into your tea.

I will not let you
take your own life...

and your child's.

It won't be long now.

I swapped the teas.

I should just follow you
around all day, Father.

You turn up the most
interesting things.

- You know what I did?
- Yes.

I'm so sorry.

There's no need
for you to apologize.

I betrayed you.

I'm sure you did what you
did for the best of reasons.

Selfish ones.

Well, without the police report, I
wouldn't have known the truth and...

I'm sure Daniel charged
you a high price for it.

Right, let's bring
Sid from the chokey.

- If you say so.
- Mm.

Next time, keep
quiet when I tell you.

- Whatever you say, Inspector.
- Are you all right?

I'll live.

Well, I'll be on my way.

Thank you, Father,
for your assistance.

You have a keen mind.
You're wasted out here.

On the contrary, I
think that you've proved

that this is where I should be.

There's a war on, just
as terrible as the last one.

The Red Menace poses as much
of a threat as the Nazis ever did.

Then we have to hold
ourselves to higher standards.

If we resort to bullying
and underhand tactics,

then what's the point?

We're as bad as them.

You've no idea what goes on
to let you live in ignorant peace.

The evils I see
every single day.

Then I feel for you.

Lady Felicia.

Inspector?

Sad to see him go?

Get out of here, Father.

Father Brown, I need your help!

I woke up this morning and
my whole staff has changed,

unless I'm losing my marbles.

Surely not.

Over 18 months they've
been working in here.

What have they been
doing all this time?