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Through your goodness
we have this bread to offer,

which Earth has given but
human hands have made...

where it will become
for us the bread of life.

Blessed be God forever.

Let us pray, brethren,

that our sacrifice
may be acceptable

to God, Our Almighty Father.

May the Lord
accept the sacrifice

at your hands for the
praise and glory of His name.

Perhaps I can be of
assistance, Father?

I was wondering if there was a safe
place where I could leave my bicycle.

We're honest men here.

That makes my job easier.
I'm here to take confession.

As student guest master, it's
my duty to escort all visitors...

I'm sure that won't
be necessary.

Father Brown is
an Upcott old boy.

Long overdue for a visit.

Better get to
lectures, Mr. Wolfe.

There is nothing to be
learned through loitering.

Welcome back, Father.

- Diligent.
- Clearly.

As his spiritual director,
I've recommended him

for the Westminster archdiocese.

High praise indeed.

A seminarian with promise
should always be encouraged.

I thought I might
drop in on the rector.

- He's over at the monastery gardens.
- No change there then.

Father Palfreyman's
behavior of late has somewhat

been cause for concern.

Erratic, absent-minded,
the vagaries of old age.

It comes to us all.

Perhaps it's time he
thought about retirement.

With you in line to replace him?

I only have the interests
of Upcott at heart.

Indeed.

Father Brown! What
a pleasant surprise.

You invited me, to
hear confessions.

Yes, yes! Yes, of course.

Still rooting out evil
and planting virtue.

Oh, oh, food for the
table, medicinal herbs.

Huh. You must join us next week
for the Feast of the Assumption.

It's high time our students
had something to celebrate.

I read the findings
of the inquest.

Yes, Douglas Hitchens.
He worked with me here.

Death by misadventure.

At least now he'll be
able to rest in peace.

- I'll get this over to the kitchen...
- Mr. Risley.

Make sure you elect
somebody else to peel them.

Obedience.

Mr. Risley, serial
volunteer. Reliably pious.

It's an arduous path
to spiritual perfection.

Yes, Douglas' passing
has tested our faith.

But we must bear our
suffering lightly, as our Lord did.

I hear you're losing
Father McNeive?

Borneo.

At least that missionary
zeal will not go to waste.

Ah, Potts.

- I was hoping to run into you.
- I was getting some air.

Feverfew. Boil the
flowers up into a tea.

It's kind of you to think of me.

Seminal year. We can't have
you wasted in the infirmary.

I'll be late for Theory.

Father Lewis will
never forgive me.

Migraine.

An unfortunate affliction.

Yes, not uncommon for those
with a nervous disposition.

What would they do without you?

God entrusted
these men to my care.

Upcott needs me more than ever.

Better then?

- I'll live.
- You didn't miss much.

A lecture from Lewis
on the practice of prayer.

The usual fire and brimstone.

I've been having
those nightmares again.

This is reparation. We
stepped away from God.

You'll bear the burden of
your conscience quietly...

if you're truly one of us.

I'm not sure I am anymore.

Of course you are. We need you.

Ask for guidance
during afternoon prayers.

I'm taking this to Palfreyman.
He needs to know the truth.

- You swore an oath.
- I should never have kept this quiet.

Betray your pledge
and you'll pay for it.

As you were.

Mr. Potts, recovered, I hope,

from your latest
unfortunate malady.

I shall endeavor
to catch up, Father.

Your absence from the study group
has been cause for some concern.

We wouldn't want
to emulate Mr. Risley.

A cursory grasp of basic
theology and double Dutch Latin.

Mea culpa, Father.

Hardly worthy of a
seminary scholarship.

Mr. Wolfe,

your writing on theophany
showed rare insight.

Thank you, Father.
We can only try our best.

A priest acts in
the person of Christ!

The head of His body,

the Church.

Are you all worthy?

Yes, Father.

I need to be excused. Headache.

If you must.

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

What brings you here today?

I was there at the lake,
the night Hitchens died.

On the seminary retreat.

He drowned in the shadow
of the apostolic palace.

The bell was
ringing for Angelus!

I closed my eyes
to a terrible thing!

You know that whatever you
say will remain between us.

- We took an oath of allegiance.
- Who did?

The chosen few.

Better men, better lives.

And where are the
chosen few now?

Far from God, tainted by sin.

How can I ever take
the Holy Orders?

What happened in Italy?

Mr. Potts?

Mr. Potts?

Better men. Better lives.

I was speaking to
Potts this morning.

I should have seen the signs.

We're all culpable.

Rector?

Angina. I just need
to get my breath back.

Father Brown. Well, well. I
shouldn't be surprised, I suppose.

Upcott is my alma mater.

You certainly pick your moments.

Clearly a suicide.

You seem very sure of that.

Mental frailties. Alluded to in
a statement from Father Lewis.

Strange he chose
to jump backwards.

Perhaps he couldn't
look death in the face?

His pupils are very... dilated.

Yes, we'll need to
do a full postmortem.

It's hard to believe he jumped.

No. It does seem improbable.

- How well did you know Thomas Potts?
- We had neighboring rooms.

Did he seem at
all troubled to you?

- We'd barely seen him.
- Where were you at the time of death?

- In the chapel.
- You were loitering in the quad.

I was late for prayers
myself, waylaid in the kitchen.

- I can vouch for Mr. Wolfe.
- We went in together.

Right. I heard Mr. Potts'
confession before he died.

Did he say anything
that might be important?

I can't break the seal
of the confessional.

How convenient. Everyone's
lips appear to be sealed.

These men have
lost a friend, Inspector.

Surely this can wait?

Very well, but I will
need to take statements

from all of you in due course.

Go to your rooms
and pray for him.

Perhaps we should
inspect the tower...

I think I can manage,
thank you, Father Brown.

I'll see you back in Kembleford.

This is what happens when
the men lack leadership.

I have to inform the bishop.

You don't look well, Rector.

Maybe a lie down in the office?

I have all this in hand.

Father Brown. Surely you
know this room is out of bounds.

No suicide note, in
case you were wondering.

I suggest you leave now,
before I call for the Inspector.

You told the Inspector
that Potts was unstable.

Suicide is a mortal sin.

Diminished responsibility
carries a small hope of salvation.

Are you protecting
Mr. Potts or yourself?

I won't have this seminary
mired by another scandal.

Last summer's retreat...

you chaperoned the students.

- The night Douglas Hitchens died...
- A tragic accident.

The burden of guilt
must weigh heavily.

You've outstayed your
welcome, Father Brown.

I'm not sure the rector
would agree with you.

Father Palfreyman is indisposed,

which means I'm in charge.

If you're not on your bike
within the next five minutes,

I'll have you escorted
from the premises.

That won't be necessary.

I've been asked to leave.

I'm tempted to come with you.

You're needed here.

Why would Potts
choose to remove himself

from God's saving grace?

I'm not convinced he did.

The alternative
doesn't bear scrutiny.

Murder.

These men are being
trained for the priesthood!

Potts was found with a
cross around his neck.

Mm. Well, it's not unusual.

It was enameled
with cryptic symbols.

They found one
like that on Hitchens.

Fourth shelf down, under
the stairs, his personal effects.

Does this mean anything to you?

Beyond the crossed keys of St Peter
and clasped hands of friendship, no.

Hm.

This can't be just coincidence.

You're not seriously suggesting
the two deaths are connected?

Something terrible
happened by the lake.

Something the
faithful colluded to hide.

That is a heinous accusation.

If Potts was killed
to hide a secret...

Then we must question the
seminarians and find the truth.

I don't think Father
Lewis will agree to that.

Then what do you suggest?

If there is a murderer in
Upcott, we need to flush him out.

- A game of cat and mouse.
- I was thinking more of a mole.

I couldn't possibly.

A keen seminarian, a
bit wet behind the ears.

- It wouldn't be ethical.
- Easy to confide in.

Where do you
propose to find him?

A trainee priest. I've been
to Mass once in 15 years.

Well, perhaps it does
require a certain leap of faith.

- The man is practically a heathen.
- There's no need for that.

- For once I agree with Mrs. M.
- He'd need to remember his catechism.

- Mass prayers.
- And the order of responses.

I could think of one now, if
I weren't in polite company.

A priest has to carry
himself with a certain manner,

modest and dignified.

- And as for a vow of celibacy...
- I'd need help, of course.

I know my basic tenets.

Even if you don't
always act on them.

- Perhaps it's a bad idea.
- Not your finest hour, Father.

Given the material
we have to work with.

The good Lord himself would
be put to the pin of his collar.

You don't think I can do it.

Well, we'll have to leave
it to the Kembleford police.

No, no. Sid Carter
never ducks a challenge.

Five shillings
says I can pull it off.

- Oh, bravo!
- Done.

A few Hail Marys, how
hard can it be? Oh, hello?

Ah!

The four cardinal virtues.

Prudence, justice,

temperance and...

Ooh, don't tell me... Gratitude.

- Fortitude.
- That's what I said.

I'd better offer up a
prayer to Saint Jude,

patron saint of lost causes.

Right, you can take
that off and I'll sew it.

Your ministry placement...

must be a formality.

It's awaiting the
bishop's approval.

I still haven't lined
up a suitable parish.

I thought you could
put in a word for me?

Now that Potts is gone,
we need to stick together.

This time next
month, I'll be ordained.

We go our separate ways.

And what about our pledge?

I'll be making vows to God.

One word from me
and I could ruin you,

destroy this temple and
everything it stands for.

And where would you be
without the Church, huh?

Back in the gutter
where you came from.

You could take me with you.

- You'd only hold me back.
- Is that what you said to Potts?

- You seriously think I pushed him?
- You tell me.

And where were you
exactly when he fell?

Prayers in the chapel.

We went in together. Remember?

I'll speak to Father Lewis.

See what I can do.

I'd appreciate that.

Sidney Carter, Diocese of Southwark.
Pleasure to make your acquaintance.

He sounds like a
door-to-door salesman.

And as for that
hand-me-down cassock...

It was the best I could do
under trying circumstances.

The Father has filled
out a little in recent years.

- I'm never going to pull this off.
- Don't slouch, it isn't priestly.

Good. You're all here.

I trust your rounds were
fortuitously blessed?

You don't think the
glasses are too much?

I think they make
him look cerebral.

I've spoken to
Father Palfreyman.

He's expecting his
new arrival tonight.

- Heaven help us all!
- It will take a miracle.

God, our Father,

please send us holy priests

all for the sacred and
Eucharistic Heart of Jesus

all for the sorrowful and
Immaculate Heart of Mary

in union with Saint Joseph.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Amen.

By Jove, I think he's ready.

Rise and shine.

What time is it?

- Quarter to six.
- All right.

You'll get used to the bed.

Like sleeping on a
sack of bleeding spuds.

- If you'll pardon my French.
- This was Potts' room.

- The man who jumped off the roof?
- You heard?

Terrible business.
God rest his soul.

We called him Doubting Thomas.

The rigors of a parish
would never have suited him.

I'm Mr. Risley, just next door.

Uh... Sidney Carter,

Diocese of Southwark. A
pleasure to meet your acquaintance.

Better get dressed.
I'll show you the ropes.

I'm a priest.

Morning prayers and
Adoration, Lectio Divina.

Then practical theology
with Father Lewis.

- Meditation, homiletics...
- Do we ever get time off?

Two hours a day for study
groups. Recreation after supper.

I like to put mine to good use.
There's the allotment to tend to,

kitchen duties, when
they need extra hands.

- You certainly like to keep busy.
- My reward will be in Heaven.

True enough.

Maybe you could volunteer?
Douglas used to help me.

- Douglas Hitchens?
- Hitch and I were friends.

So, this is the new boy?

I'm taking good care of him.

Pipe down, Risley,
you're giving me earache.

You could have timed
your arrival better.

Yes, I heard about Mr. Potts.

We miss his communion. Upcott
won't be the same without him.

Mm. He must have been
tested to end it all that way.

- You seem to know a lot about it.
- Seminary gossip.

Gossipers speak of
the failings of others,

which is why the
Church sees it as a sin!

Of course, Father.

- Mr. Carter joins us from Allen Hall.
- That's right.

How's Father
Pinkerton these days?

Still a martyr to his gout?

He certainly doesn't
like to suffer in silence.

That certainly sounds
like Father Pinkerton.

Ah, I see you've all met our
newcomer, Mr. Cartwright,

here upon my personal
recommendation.

Free from the flesh
pots of Londinium.

I've left all that
behind me, Father.

Good to see you back
on your feet, Rector.

Thank you for your concern,
Father. Shall we go in?

New seminarians
are always welcome.

Ciaran Wolfe. Welcome to Upcott.

Glad to be here.

If you want to fit in around here,
you'll learn to keep your head down.

I'd keep well clear of Wolfe and
his cronies. They're bad news.

Anyone would think
they're running the place.

There'll be room in the
choir stalls if we're lucky.

I've forgotten my prayer
book. I'll see you in there.

I don't know how
you coped, Father.

Cold showers, morning,
afternoon and evening prayers.

Lumpy porridge and lumpy beds.

- That certainly brings back memories.
- Yeah, it's worse than prison.

Is it?

Um, you said there had
been some developments...

Uh, yeah. Douglas
Hitchens' prayer book.

Found it in Wolfe's room. That smacks
of a man with a guilty conscience.

That's certainly
worth investigating.

What about Father Lewis?

Uh, yeah, that man's
stare could turn milk.

Runs a study group.
Bit of a closed shop.

Try and get closer to
Mr. Wolfe, gain his trust.

Easier said than done. The
college idiot's sticking to me like glue.

Mr. Risley.

Yeah, I feel a bit sorry
for him, to be honest.

He's short of a friend
since Hitchens died.

Yeah, well, Father, I'd
better get a wiggle on,

I'll be late for that visit to
the Blessed Sacrament.

We'll rendezvous tomorrow
at the college feast.

Well, let's hope
something comes up.

This collar's beginning to itch.

- You will be careful?
- Are you worried about me, Father?

Don't be. I've got
this one covered.

Hello, again.

- You are so naughty.
- So they tell me.

Whoa! Risley.

I missed you at
vespers last night.

I wasn't feeling too good. I
thought I'd better stay in bed.

- Perhaps it was something you ate?
- Wouldn't surprise me in this place.

When you get dressed, I'll
walk with you to the chapel.

I think I can find
my own way by now.

I thought we were friends?

Well, maybe you jumped the gun.

I welcomed you to Upcott
as a brother in Christ.

Do you know something, Risley?
You're starting to creep me out.

You'd rather spend time
with the fraternity boys.

What fraternity?

Mark my words. Nothing
good will come of it.

Mm.

Ah! Father Brown.
What a pleasant surprise!

You invited me... to the feast.

Oh, yes, of course!

It should be an
impressive display, Father.

And I shall multiply
the fruit of the tree

and the increase of the field.

What more could we do to
celebrate the Assumption.

You will, as my guest of
honor, be sitting next to me.

I thought we'd
seen the last of you.

Oh, I'm full of surprises.

It's good to see the
lads enjoying themselves.

Some more than others.

Young Carstairs is
blending in rather well.

Let's hope he keeps his
mind on the task in hand.

You'll like this one. A
rabbi, a vicar and a priest.

They walk into a pub, bartender
looks them up and down,

"What is this,
some kind of joke?"

Hey, top us up, Grisley!
This jug's running dry.

Come on, Grisley Risley.
The boys are thirsty.

That's a lovely apron, Grisley.

To Upcott!

To Upcott!

You've made
yourself quite at home.

- Mr. Carter's one of us now.
- Wouldn't be too sure of that.

I've been hearing
whispers about this, uh...

fraternity of yours.

You should be careful
who you listen to.

I'm just saying if ever you're
looking to replace Mr. Potts...

I'll bear that in mind.

I checked with Allen Hall. They
said they'd never heard of you.

Must have been a mistake.

You're a poor excuse
for a priest, Mr. Carter.

Oh, all that beer's
got to your head.

Perhaps the blessing?

The blessing! Yeah.

If I could have your attention.

This will be my 25th feast

as Rector of Upcott.

It seems like yesterday

that I arrived, a
green academic,

mindful of our
illustrious history,

dedicated to God

and to the young men He
has chosen to guide here.

Sadly Thomas Potts
is not here today.

The passing of one our own
has left us with serious questions...

doubt, recrimination...

and understandable sorrow.

But on this
magnificent feast day,

let us put aside our grief,

and celebrate

the powerful
redemption of faith.

Hmm. Join me, if you will,
in the blessing of the fruits.

Our help is in the
name of the Lord.

- McKenna?
- Help him!

Somebody fetch a doctor!

Thready pulse.

Deadly nightshade.

Infirmary.

How's he doing?

He's stable, thanks to
prompt action by the rector.

The crosses they're
wearing, it's a secret fraternity.

Risley's warned me off.

A fraternity hand-picked,
no doubt, by Lewis.

- I've called the police.
- Make yourself scarce.

Gosh, they were jolly quick.

I'll keep my tabs on Wolfe.

McKenna's in the infirmary,
the antidote worked.

- McKenna?
- The seminary doctor's with him now.

I'm here in connection with
the death of Thomas Potts.

You said in your statement, you
prescribed him a herbal remedy.

A dilution of feverfew
for his headaches.

Mm. The body of the deceased
was found to contain traces

of a powerful
hallucinogenic drug.

You're not suggesting
that the rector is culpable?

- I'm suggesting it's a possibility.
- I don't think so!

Find the infirmary,
check on this McKenna.

Sir.

- I need to ask you some questions.
- You've got the wrong man.

We can do this in your
study or down at the station.

Please, come to
my study. Follow me.

Heaven knows why I sponsored
you. All you've ever given me is trouble.

You think I had
something to do with this?

I know what you're capable of.

I made one mistake.

You have sinned against God.

And I have sinned
for hiding what you did.

If this gets out, I'll
lose my placement,

the parish, everything
we've worked for.

You really think you
are fit to be a priest?

You fraternity boys
are dropping like flies.

Maybe I'll pass on
the membership.

I don't think you've
got what it takes.

Badge of honor, the oath
of allegiance, come on.

Even Inspector Sullivan will
make the connection in the end.

The police have
got nothing on me.

Maybe they'll perk up a bit when
they find that prayer book of yours.

That's to say if it's
still in your room.

You devious little sneak.

- You killed Douglas Hitchens.
- I didn't kill anyone.

You hounded Potts to
the top of the bell tower...

Potts jumped.

You poisoned McKenna,
all to save your own skin.

I think... it's time you
confessed, Mr. Wolfe.

They're searching my study
for evidence. Not even a warrant!

Deadly nightshade.

- Anti-inflammatory in small doses.
- Seer's sage.

Analgesic, induces
mild euphoria.

Could be hallucinogenic
in larger amounts.

Unpleasant memories,
recurring nightmares.

- A frightening loss of control.
- Mr. Potts.

Someone replaced
blackcurrants with belladonna,

and swapped feverfew
flowers for psychedelic leaves.

- Someone who worked in this garden.
- We need to find Mr. Risley.

- Risley. Wolfe? Have you seen him?
- Not since the feast.

I think he murdered
Douglas Hitchens.

The vestibule needed cleaning.

Help.

It was you.

He needed to pay. They all did.

- This man needs an ambulance.
- I can't let you do that.

They'll lock me away.

- Was Mr. Risley in Italy?
- I suppose he must have been.

Overlooked, as always.

For a man of such physical
presence he's easily missed.

Blood.

He wears a cilice, a
metal chain around his leg.

When it cuts him, he bleeds.

Self-mortification,
I do not condone!

Suffering for God. He's
never felt good enough.

But why hold a grudge
against his fellows?

Revenge. They covered up
the death of his only friend.

Would you please
fetch Inspector Sullivan?

I see the top of this tower
as a foretaste of Heaven.

It often leaves me breathless.

I've got no quarrel
with you, Risley.

- You laughed at me at the feast.
- Wolfe will get what's coming to him.

He got away with
murder. He killed Douglas.

Now he knows how it
feels to lose his friends.

- Sid?
- Up here!

Keep away! I'm warning you.

This won't bring Douglas back.

The priesthood was his calling.
They took that away from him.

You can still
makes things right.

Tell the police what you
saw that night at the lake.

No-one ever listens to me.

I'm listening to
you, Mr. Risley.

They argued...

the fraternity brothers,

a trivial point of theology.

Wolfe lost his
temper, lashed out.

Douglas fell in. It was dark.

A long way down.

- Go.
- I'm going.

No-one was sorry.
No-one was to blame.

How did that make
them better men?

Mr. Potts was sorry.

You heard him... in confession.

The seer's sage made him talk.

But even on the
roof, he mocked me.

Risley, you scared me
half to death, you imbecile.

I had to do it. Don't you see?

Without the shedding of
blood, there can be no remission.

Murder, Mr. Risley,

is not the shedding
of blood for remission.

Father Brown?

Enough!

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

I'm writing to the bishop.
The rector's a liability.

Time they put him out to grass.

They've arrested Mr. Risley

for crimes...

against your fraternity.

- And Mr. Wolfe?
- They'll patch him up.

Then charge him in connection
with the death of Douglas Hitchens.

I founded the fraternity
to make them better men.

Two of your charges are dead.

Your pastoral care has
been somewhat remiss.

They came to me for help.

Would you have condemned them?

Ruined more lives?

I don't know.

Ordination changes souls,

purges sin.

I wanted to save them.

Well, you failed.

Sid Carter? I'm taking you in.

On what grounds?

- Impersonating a priest.
- That's not even a crime!

Fraud, deception,
breach of the peace.

I'm sure I can think of more.

- It was all my idea.
- I'm only too aware of that.

Uh, this is harassment!

Don't worry, Sid, we'll
soon have you out.

I'm not getting in there.
Not getting in with him.

I don't suppose there's
any chance of a lift?

No, thought not.

I've tendered my
resignation with the bishop,

effective forthwith.

Upcott needs a
man with more vigor.

They'll have their work cut out.

Truth is, I've been
becoming rather forgetful.

- Really?
- Yes.

They're sending
an interim rector

from Aberystwyth.

Oh.

Where will you be going?

The Christian Brothers
said they'd take me in.

I'll spend the rest of my
days in quiet contemplation.

Upcott won't be the
same without you.

I won't be the same
without Upcott. You will visit?

Try and keep me away.

I shall need butter, soap,

fortuitous racing tips.

Mm-hmm.

If you open the bottle,
we'll drink to the future.

Four hours in a police cell. They
have not heard the last of this.

At least he didn't charge you.

I cannot wait to get
out of this cassock.

I don't know how you
ride a bike in these things.

For the collection, Father.

Most generous of you,
madam. Go with God.

Red Lion. She's buying.
Things are looking up.

And there was I hoping for
a Damascene conversion.

- Ha! You'd be lucky!
- That belongs to the church, Sidney!

- I won't tell if you won't!
- It's for leaky roofs and orphans!

- Sidney! That is ten shillings!
- I know!