All language subtitles for Father Brown S03E04 The Sign of the Broken Sword.DVDRip.NonHI.en.BBC

Don't... Don't... Don't, sir.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, sir.

I'm so sorry, sir. I'm so sorry.

Well, isn't this cozy?

Sid has plenty of
room in the front.

Oh, no, I'm perfectly
comfortable here, thank you.

It'll be a real privilege to
finally meet the great St. Clare.

I heard he killed 20 Nazis
with the Broken Sword.

I doubt anyone could kill 20
men in combat with a sword.

Hello.

It's not a race.

Left, right, left, right,
left, right, left, right,

left, right, left, right
company... halt!

March! Left, right!

Oi! No. You can't park here.

- This is a parade ground.
- How am I supposed to know that?

Good morning. I'm RSM
Davis, this is Lieutenant Graham.

- Father Brown.
- Lady Felicia Montague.

Mrs. McCarthy, parish secretary.

It's an honor to be invited
to such a solemn occasion.

The Kembles
appreciate the fundraising

- you've done for the memorial.
- It's really nothing.

We'll be starting with reception
at 1100 hours, lunch at 1200.

Then there'll be a display
of marksmanship at 1245.

Then we'll reconvene at St.
Mary's for the memorial at 1600.

Oh, four o'clock.

The unveiling of the Dunkirk
Memorial will be at 1800.

As long as I'm back at
St. Mary's by two o'clock.

Oh, 1400 hours.

Do you want to show me where
I'm supposed to park the thing?

Do I look like a skivvy?

The Colonel said our guests were
to be shown every courtesy, sir.

I gather you served
in the Glosters, Father?

- That's a fine regiment.
- Indeed.

Yes, I was in the trenches
in Flanders in the first war

- and a chaplain in the second.
- Would you like to follow me?

So, where did you do
your national service?

Not here, that's for sure.

So, you shirked your duties.

Impressive. One look at
Carter and you've sized him up.

Carter.

Sullivan.

The Third was almost surrounded.

We were half a day's march
from the beaches at Dunkirk.

There was a Panzer division
closing in on our position.

The only way out
was a country bridge,

held by a German unit, their
reinforcements minutes away.

Colonel St. Clare
led from the front.

The Colonel always
leads from the front!

When he ran out of
bullets, he used his sword.

It broke on German bones.

Unusual to carry a
sword into battle, surely?

Yes. Some mocked
him. But not after Dunkirk.

Dark days indeed.

We needed all the
heroes we could find.

Brave man.

It's down to him so
many of us got out alive.

Yes. Less than half of us.

At ease, gentlemen.

Welcome.

A lot of people talk about
me and the Broken Sword.

But we are gathered to honor those
brave men who didn't come home.

It's probably best to keep
an eye on Major Rawlings.

He's drunk. He's
going to cause trouble.

- Hope it's the good stuff.
- It's for the guests.

- Thank you.
- Felicia?

Has it really been 13 years?

Looking at you, I'd swear it
couldn't possibly be so long.

Charming as ever, Laurence.

Shall we?

Some of the men wondered
if we'd ever see Blighty again.

Outnumbered, trapped...

Then we saw the Colonel
striding out of the trees.

You, sir, were a giant.

If the Jerries thought
the Third would go down

without a fight they had
another thing coming.

We would have followed
you to the ends of the Earth.

You made us believe.

A toast.

To our great hero.

Who lets us all bask
in his reflected glory.

- Sit down.
- Without him and his sword,

- none of us would be here.
- Get a grip, man.

Our St. Clare cannot
stand the truth.

- It embarrasses him!
- Enough!

The truth, that we owe it all,

our lives, our glory, to him.

To St. Clare. And
the Broken Sword.

Ladies and gentlemen,

for those who wish to
attend, the men of the Third

will now display their
marksmanship at the shooting range.

I hope you don't mind
me being so... forward,

but you seem very
agitated by something.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

Unless you can take me back
to before the charge of the Third,

then I doubt you can help
me, Father, but thank you.

Rawlings?

Rawlings, do not
walk away from me!

I'd quite like to see the
display, could we stay an hour?

It's not really
my sort of thing.

I'll just get back to St. Mary's
and get everything ready.

- Enjoy!
- Thank you.

Just keep your mouth shut!

I'll deal with you later, Major.

Sergeant, there's been
an incident at the museum.

The sword's been stolen.

Okay. Thank you, Sergeant. I'm
sorry, I'm needed in the museum.

The Sergeant will escort
you to the shooting range.

Thank you.

Shall we?

Oh, I do love a man in uniform.

- Everything in hand, Sergeant Major?
- Yes, milady.

Have you the time, Father?

- 12:43.
- You haven't seen the Colonel?

- Afraid not.
- Can't you just start without him?

No, we can't just
start without him.

- All right, please yourself.
- How about you keep your mouth shut?

Oh, hello.

I don't take orders from you.

Here, you do.

I see, you think 'cause you're
army you're better than me?

- He's quick, this one, eh?
- Mm.

I don't like guys that duck
out of national service.

That's as bad as cowardice.
And I despise cowards.

- Sid.
- Calm down, Father.

Let Mr. Carter
stand up for himself.

If you two still want to lock horns,
we can settle it with a contest.

I've got more
important things to do.

Just what I thought. All mouth.

How about five shots each then
fastest around the assault course?

I'm in.

- I don't think this is...
- Shh. It'll be fun.

Is he a good shot, your man?

Many a rabbit stew
testifies to his prowess.

Lieutenant Graham's
no more than capable.

And he's never been the fastest
on the assault course. The driver?

Sid the Whippet, we call him.

Apologies. I was
unavoidably delayed.

Army versus civvy street?

Yes, sir. Shooting, then once
around the assault course.

Excellent.

Do you care to
make this interesting?

I'll have one pound
on Lieutenant Graham.

If you'd do the honors, Father.

I hope you're not going to give
me the cold shoulder all day.

- You have good reason to be angry.
- Oh, I'm not angry, Laurence.

When you didn't come back, well,
message received loud and clear.

No explanation necessary.

Felicia, the war...

Oh, the war.

How did they do?

Five clean hits
each, no bulls eyes.

I make that a tie.

Now we have a contest.

Five bull's-eyes.
Jolly well done.

Whenever you're
ready, gentlemen.

- He's...
- Get the medics.

He's too late for medics.

For Lady Felicia!

Stabbed by the Colonel's sword.

Yes, I can see that, thank you. Look,
could you get back, please, Father?

- Lieutenant...
- Have you seen anyone else?

No.

I'll call my officers,
secure the scene.

This is my
jurisdiction, Inspector.

Very well, Lieutenant, but I
can offer the full assistance

of the local constabulary.

I can handle this, Inspector.

Lieutenant, this
man's immortal soul...

Is none of my concern.
Finding his killer, however, is.

Let him continue, Lieutenant.

Thank you.

At least we know
what time he died.

Father? The Lieutenant wants
everyone in the officers' mess, please.

The scabbard was
stolen with the sword.

Yes, the theft was
discovered at 12:30.

So, the killer had the
sword from 12:30 until 12:43.

And it appears the thief cut
themselves in the process.

Perhaps you should check
everyone with a laceration.

On an army base? Have you any idea
how many men get injured every day?

- This'll steady your nerves.
- Thank you.

- Can I get you anything else, ma'am?
- Oh, no, thank you, my dear.

No, thank you. I'd rather
keep my wits about me.

All the mess staff have alibis. They
were here, in the mess, clearing up.

All of them? From 12:30 when
the sword was stolen until 12:43,

- when the murder was committed?
- Yes.

The Lieutenant made it quite
clear we were to keep our noses out.

Technically, he said
to keep your nose out.

Everyone except military
police is to keep out of this.

We'll be taking statements.

The only people here that don't
have alibis for 12:43 are the Colonel...

And, apparently, you.

Well, I didn't kill him. I
only met him this morning.

You don't have an alibi.

- I was in the Rolls.
- Anyone see you?

- I don't know.
- Shame.

Look, if I needed a witness I'd have
got his name, rank and serial number.

Anyway, even if I did want to kill
him, I wouldn't use a broken sword.

I'd got a whole one, wouldn't I?

Well, you tell me.

Look, if you think I did kill
him, then you tell me, why?

No, I ask the que...

Out.

Out!

It was dreadful. I
almost fell on top of him.

You know, one thing
I don't understand,

why steal the scabbard as well?

- Easiest way to carry a sword.
- The killer might still have it.

Perhaps you should tell
the Lieutenant, Father.

I'm sure you'll be very welcome.

This way, please, Father.

12:43,

RSM Davis informs me you were
at the shooting range with him.

Did you see or hear anything?

Yes.

I saw you arrive
just after 12:43.

Sorry?

Well, the watch was
smashed at 12:43,

so, you had time to get from Major
Rawlings to the shooting range.

Are you accusing me?

I'm only trying to help.

I am not a suspect. You
answer my questions.

Surely everyone is a suspect?

Have you established the
whereabouts of everyone on the base?

The soldiers? Yes, all
their alibis have been conf...

You answer my questions!

Glad to.

Excuse me, miss.

Simone.

I see you've hurt
your hand, Simone.

An accident in
the kitchen, Father.

Hope it's not too serious.

Just a nick. Thank you.

Will you be coming to
St. Mary's for the service?

- I don't go to church anymore.
- May I ask why?

My father died in Dunkirk.
Where was God then?

Sorry, I shouldn't have.

Please come to the service.

I want the day to
be about the families.

Too often I think
the military forgets

that their brave
soldiers have loved ones.

I'll think about it.

Sir, I'll take your
statement next.

Then you'll be free to
return to your duties.

Good.

Lieutenant, about the alibis...

Please, don't interfere.

Helping the Lieutenant
again, Father?

Many hands make light work.

Why not just shoot him?

Perhaps the killer wanted Major
Rawlings to know why he was dying.

And he was very
vexed about Dunkirk.

I can't think why. It
was the making of him.

- How?
- His predecessor,

Major Murray, died in battle.
Rawlings was promoted.

Dead man's shoes.

Observe...

as the pupil
surpasses his master.

Or perhaps not.

I went straight from the
officers' mess to my office.

I was there until I left
for the shooting range.

I didn't see Rawlings.

Are we done?

No. That's your final word, sir?

Yes.

Where were you at 12:43?

In my office, alone.

Sir, I have
information that says

you didn't go straight to your
office from the officers' mess.

You were seen in an
altercation with Major Rawlings.

Map of Dunkirk.

He was obsessed by Dunkirk.

All these units heading
towards evacuation.

Except this company
of Royal Engineers,

moving towards the
9th Panzer Division.

Why would you do that? I
thought it was an evacuation.

It was.

A company of Royal Engineers
against a Panzer Division,

that'd be lambs
to the slaughter.

Father, what are you up to?

I saw you sneaking
out of the mess.

- I tried to be inconspicuous.
- I noticed.

If the Lieutenant finds you...

I gather military prisons make
Kembleford cells look like the Ritz.

Mind you, not even the Ritz
looks like the Ritz these days.

Hmm.

Ah, breaking and
entering, even better.

Nice of you to join us,
Inspector. What do you want?

To see Lieutenant Graham
clap Father Brown in irons

and throw away the key? I
wouldn't miss it for the world.

"Thirteen years I have carried
this burden. I have told no-one.

But as you remember our
comrades, I cannot stay silent."

What is it?

Looks like the early drafts
of a tormented conscience.

- I need your help.
- Of course.

What do you need
me to do? Father?

Psst!

I need to talk to
Lieutenant Graham.

I hope you know what
you're doing, Father.

What Major Rawlings
and I talked about is private.

All you need to know is that
I left him outside the mess

and I did not kill him.

Sir, you were seen using physical
force against him. Did that have...?

If it was any concern of yours,
I would tell you, Lieutenant.

Sir, what evidence
we have points to you.

It would help if
someone could verify...

Wait. I received
a telephone call.

Who from, sir?

Fortescue at the War Office.

Immediately after the call, I
came to the shooting range.

He telephoned me at my
desk, which proves I was there!

Let me confirm this
with Fortescue, sir.

- Lieutenant Graham...
- I'm busy.

- But it's important.
- Enough!

Whisky, please.

You've been questioned?

Yes, Graham's checking my alibi.

Then I can get on with my job.

What did it do to you, Laurence?

- I'm sorry?
- The war. Dunkirk.

I thought you didn't
want an explanation.

I didn't. But now...

Why didn't you come back?

War changes men.

We saw things we
didn't think we'd see.

Did things we didn't
know we had in us.

Some of those
things, I'm not proud of.

I can't talk here.

My quarters? Ten minutes?

No luck?

Best get after him.

Why?

If it was him, he'd have to get
rid of incriminating evidence.

Unless, of course, you
think it was the Lieutenant?

We can't rule out Mrs.
McCarthy either, can we?

You may mock, Inspector,
but you may be right.

Fa...

Even if he did kill Rawlings,
he didn't steal the sword.

- Then who did?
- I believe it's that young waitress.

Whoever stole the sword
cut their hand on the cabinet

- and she has a cut hand.
- But she's got an alibi.

No, Father, no!

Father, run! Father, run!

Get down!

He's finished.

You could have been killed.

If he wanted me
dead, I would be.

St. Clare's certainly
handy with a rifle.

Yes, that was a
pistol, not a rifle.

Which makes our shooter
an even more exceptional shot.

I want every handgun
on the base checked

to make sure it
hasn't been fired.

Someone's tried to murder you, I
really need you to get off the base.

And I need you to show
me Rawlings' watch.

I warned you to keep
out. Put him in Cell Three.

- Hmm.
- You going to do something?

Lieutenant, as much
as it pains me to say this,

sometimes the priest is right.

You've been very helpful,
Mr. Fortescue. Thank you very much.

Goodbye.

Sir.

Now... This better be good.

Was this exactly
how you found it?

Yes. Just so you know, that
telephone call was from the War Office,

confirming that they
called the Colonel

at his desk at 12:43 precisely,

leaving one person
still without an alibi.

- Really? Me?
- Really. You.

- Again.
- Again.

This isn't Major
Rawlings' watch.

Major Rawlings'
watch was in his room.

How do you know
it's in his room?

The crown is extended. Which
you only do to reset the time.

The killer realized that Major
Rawlings had forgotten his watch,

used their watch,
set the time to 12:43,

and broke it

and put their watch on
Major Rawlings' wrist.

Why on Earth would they do that?

Make us think the
murder was at 12:43

and they've given
themselves an alibi.

Am I right, Sid?

So, the Colonel's
alibi is worthless.

Here we are. Privacy.

You've faced German guns.
Am I really so fearsome?

You have no idea.

I came back for you.

June 1940. I...

I came to Kembleford.

I was going to sweep
you off your feet.

I saw you at the
square. You were...

of course, beautiful.

You wore your blue floral dress.

The day the Kembleford
men came back from Dunkirk.

Seeing you there...

You deserved better than me.

You still have it.

Of course I still have it.

You had a disagreement
with Rawlings today.

What was it about?

Has someone sent
you to ask that?

Felicia?

The scabbard.

The key to the
murder lies in Dunkirk.

At lunch, Rawlings
said something

about wanting to go
back to before the charge.

Are you all right?

I'm sorry, Laurence. I had to.

I can't be an
accessory to murder.

Felicia, you must
believe that I didn't kill him.

I wish I could.

Can we go now, please?

Now that I've made an arrest,
you're no longer suspects

so, yes, you can go.

Thank you for your
patience, Father.

There is some
unfinished business.

Hmm?

Well, Lieutenant and
Sid. The assault course.

You're not actually
suggesting that goes ahead?

It'd be good for morale.

It'd send the right message to the
men. I want to collect my winnings.

Are you both off your rocker?

One moment, please.

I think it's an excellent idea.

You don't think
the Colonel did it?

He didn't kill Rawlings. Lieutenant
Graham will be off his guard.

I want you to find out if he knows
what happened between St. Clare

and Rawlings at Dunkirk
before the charge.

All right, but you owe me one.

Well, can't blame you
for trying to wriggle out it.

Go!

Are you putting on a brave
face, Regimental Sergeant Major?

I would've died or spent the
rest of the war in a POW camp

if it wasn't for the Colonel.

I can't believe it unless the
evidence is overwhelming,

but we still have
a regiment to run.

You said the sword
was stolen before 12:30?

Yes.

But before 12:30, we were
in the mess with the Colonel.

So, he couldn't have
stolen the sword.

Maybe he had
someone steal it for him?

Possibly, but who?

Something happened
before the charge at Dunkirk.

Something that haunted
Major Rawlings until he died.

Is it possible Lieutenant Graham
had something to do with it?

Could he have killed
Major Rawlings?

He was a corporal.

They were officers. If they
were in cahoots, I'd have seen it.

It was a long time ago, though.

I remember everything
before we attacked.

I remember Rawlings
pursuing Major Murray.

Davis. A message to HQ. Urgent.

Sir, speak to the Colonel first!

Just keep comms on standby.

Yes, sir.

What was the message?

I never found out.

There was a company of Engineers
on the other side of the forest,

maybe the Colonel wanted
them to attack the enemy.

The point is, Lieutenant
Graham wasn't there.

So, no, I don't think he
killed Major Rawlings.

Thank you.

Well done. The better man won.

You could've won that.

What happened with
Rawlings after the charge?

The Father's trying
to clear the Colonel.

- I'm not going to warn him again.
- He was right about the watch.

Come on, do you want
to help the Colonel or not?

The only time I saw them was
when I came up to get orders.

Rawlings was coming out of
the woods with the Colonel.

Men, the Germans have
reinforcements arriving,

The Engineers are on
the other side of the forest

and will slow them down.

Our only chance is to
attack the bridge now.

Sir, the men aren't ready.

We attack now!

Right, you've got your
orders. Let's get a move on.

Get all your kit, canteens
sitting there. You all right, lads?

Okay. Okay, sir?

That was all I saw.

Next thing I knew
he led the charge,

we were fighting for our lives.

All this place needs now is a
quick sweep and we're ready.

Regimental Sergeant Major Davis
said three men went into the trees,

Lieutenant Graham
said two men came out,

which means Major Murray
was left behind in the woods.

Where does a wise
man hide a leaf?

In a forest?

What if there's no forest?

- You plant one.
- Mm.

Father, 15 minutes.

Either Major Rawlings
or Colonel St. Clare

planted a forest of bodies,

by committing the Third to
the attack against the Germans

before they were ready.

Why would you do that?

To hide Major Murray's murder?

Ooh, talk, talk, talk!

Oh, I know I can rely on you.

None of this proves that the
Colonel didn't steal the sword

and didn't kill Rawlings.

I think the waitress
stole the sword.

- Miss Murray?
- Miss who?

Murray.

Simone?

Simone Murray.

Major Murray's daughter?

I'm so glad you decided to
come here today to honor him.

You must be so proud.

Yes, he was a hero.

It must have been very
hard, losing him so young.

He was a wonderful
father. I miss him every day.

I never understood why you stole
the sword until I heard your name.

Did you kill Major Rawlings?

No!

I don't think the Colonel did.

And it would be terrible

for such a hero to be hanged.

He's no hero.

He's a traitor.

My father was the only
one who stood up to him.

The Colonel ordered you to
get these co-ordinates to HQ,

requesting the Engineers
launch a diversionary attack.

- Yes, they've to mobilize in an hour.
- He didn't tell you?

Tell me what?

- He's sending them to their deaths.
- We don't know that.

Liar! You had me recce
those co-ordinates this morning.

There's a German
Panzer division waiting.

If HQ know about those tanks,
they'll never send the Engineers.

- They'll be slaughtered!
- This is war.

Their sacrifice will help more
men get home to fight another day.

Sacrifice? You don't even
have the decency to warn them

- and give them a fighting chance.
- It's for the greater good.

No. You do nothing
for the greater good.

If those tanks aren't delayed,
we'll all be killed. I will not stand by...

Nah, you just want
to save your own neck.

Prove me wrong.

Send HQ another message and
tell them what awaits the Engineers.

I will not send those
men to die just to save us.

You are a coward and a traitor.

Are you going to stand for this?

Wha...

Oh, I see.

Well then, let's see if HQ
think it's for the greater good.

- Stop!
- It's not too late for them to...

Sir... what are you
going to do now?

Bring forward the attack.

The men are dead on their feet!
We need to prepare for the final surge.

If we attack now, no-one
will notice he's dead.

His Engineers never made
it back to their families,

to save his neck.

My father was the only
one who tried to stop him.

Major Rawlings' conscience
finally caught up with him.

And he told you?

No... He told your accomplice,

who made a thief of you.

I'm not a thief.

How did you cut your hand?

In the mess kitchen.

And where were you
when the sword was stolen?

I... I went for a walk.

Left the others to clean up.

Of course you did.

Thank you, Miss Murray.

Father, the Third will start
arriving any minute now.

When they arrive, would you be so
kind as to send someone in to see me?

Who?

You asked to see me, Father?

I owe you a pound.

Ah. An honorable man always
pays his debts. One way or another.

Please, give it to
the poor in the parish.

Thank you.

Oh, Regimental Sergeant
Major, do you have the time?

Mm.

I knew Simone Murray
had stolen the sword,

but she had an impeccable
alibi and I couldn't square the two.

She said when the sword
was stolen she'd left the mess

and gone for a walk.

What she didn't know was
that you had already lied

that she was still in the mess.

You killed Major
Rawlings, didn't you?

He sent you a letter.

Yes?

He thought it best if the Colonel
confessed everything himself.

A wise and decent man.

When St. Clare left Major
Murray fatally wounded,

Rawlings at least
ended his suffering.

But that's the only
decency he ever had.

He was burdened by
Major Murray's death.

Did you want to avenge that?

No.

St. Clare gave us instructions
to be battle-ready in one hour.

The men were still
getting their weapons ready

when he brought
forward the charge.

Some of the rifles jammed
because of the rush.

A lot of my men, good men,

died to hide his cowardice.

Maybe that doesn't make you
angry, Father, but it does me.

I served in two World Wars.

Of course it makes me angry.

Why not just let him
suffer the consequences?

Rawlings told me
everything in the letter.

If the Colonel didn't confess,
I was to take it to the army.

But he underestimated me.
I'll never expose St. Clare.

Why?

The shame.

The shame would
destroy this regiment.

I will not have the world
know that we were led

by a traitor and a coward.

If he was a coward, how
did he lead you into battle?

He didn't!

As soon as we engaged the
enemy, he ducked behind us.

Everyone else was busy trying
not to get killed but I saw him!

And afterwards,

when they called St.
Clare "The Great Hero..."

well, like you said, Father,

the country needed heroes.

I kept my mouth shut.

So, you made Miss Murray
steal the sword for you,

bring it to you, then
you killed Rawlings?

Don't feel sympathy for him.

You hid the scabbard in
the Colonel's quarters...

so it'd look like he'd
committed the murder.

Lady Felicia saved me the
trouble of giving Lieutenant Graham

an anonymous tip-off.

But why shoot at me?
It was you, wasn't it?

I saw you break into
Rawlings' quarters.

I only wanted to scare you.

Nothing can stop the
Colonel paying for what he did.

He's lived with the glory,
now he knows the world

despises him as a murderer.

Pity it's for the wrong murder.

The regiment comes first.

Tell the Colonel.

Tell him everything.

I killed Rawlings.

I know you didn't.

They'll hang you.

Is it because the honor
of the regiment comes first

or that you'd rather be known
as a murderer than a traitor?

This regiment has been my
life. It's what I was born for.

If... If the truth
comes out now,

how long do you think I
could live with the shame?

How much longer can
you live with the lie?

I've become very
good at living with it.

I made one...
terrible mistake...

and it has cost me more
than you will ever know.

Will you hear my confession?

Do you repent for what you did

to Major Murray and your men?

Every day and every night.

Confession must be
sincere and absolute.

As long as you put
your reputation first,

I fear God will not
see true repentance.

I can't.

Don't you think

that Simone deserves
to hear, from you,

what happened to her father?

Don't you think the families
of the other men that died

deserve to know the truth?

You can dress it up as justice
or revenge but murder is murder.

- You'll tell no-one?
- Me?

No.

I told no-one.

But I think the
Colonel told everything.

Regimental Sergeant Major Davis,

I'm arresting you on
suspicion of the murder

of Major Rawlings.

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

but what you say will
be taken down in writing

and may be given in evidence.

The sword was all that
mattered to St. Clare.

I thought stealing
it would hurt him.

Will we see you at
Mass on Sunday?

St. Clare killed her father.

And then rushed the Third
into battle to cover his murder.

Poor girl. Her father
cut down by a traitor.

She's right.

Well, they will call him
a coward and a traitor

but he has just made the
bravest decision of his life.

If only he'd made
it during the war.

Indeed.

But war does rather tend

to show a man what he really is.