All language subtitles for Father Brown S03E09 The Truth in the Wine.DVDRip.NonHI.en.BBC

Shot!

Mmm.

- Something to eat, Your Ladyship?
- No, thank you.

I'm saving my palate
for the wine-tasting.

And why doesn't
that surprise me?

Careful, Anthony! We're
not running the Derby!

Is that the reclusive Colonel?

He looks like a hero from
an H. Rider Haggard novel.

In that case, does that make Lady
Edna She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed?

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the launch
of our first official vintage.

If you'd like to follow me to the
winery, we shall begin the tour.

Oh, heads!

Well stopped.

Here it comes!

Not joining us on the tour?

The Colonel doesn't
want the likes of me there.

Enjoy.

Let me introduce
Gregoire Bisset,

the rising star of
French viniculture.

Gregoire has helped me
transform our little patch of England

into a vineyard to rival
the finest in Europe.

One of only three wine
estates in the whole country.

And he speaks excellent English,

so we don't have to rely
on my schoolboy French.

Um... So here's the press room,

where we extract the
juice from the new harvest.

Um...

We grow Seyval blanc which
creates a beautiful white juice.

I'll show you.

I thought he said white.

- This is wrong.
- Gregoire?

Was it your dog?

It was my son's.

Bacchus was a present
to Tom from the Colonel.

Find Tom and keep him
away. He shouldn't see this.

Yes, Mrs. Grayson.

Shall I take you back to
the house, Lady Edna?

I think that would be best.

I think we could all
do with some fresh air.

An excellent idea. We
shall continue with the tour.

Tom!

Where's Tom?

Went inside.

Stay away from him. You'll
fill his head with mischief.

He's a young lad. His
head's already full of mischief.

Anyway, he's the only one round
here that doesn't think I'm scum.

- Want some?
- Pinched that?

Colonel doesn't mind.

There's plenty more
where that came from.

You'll get in trouble.

I don't think so.

Why don't you come and join me?
We could, um... have a little party.

- No, thanks.
- Why not? Huh?

Prefer your men a
bit more continental?

You're drunk.

I just want a cuddle.

Here, see? You're desperate
to get your hands on me.

No! Let go of me!

What's the matter, eh?

No!

You vicious...

Unfortunately, we must
battle the English weather.

- I've heard of hair of the dog, but...
- Shh!

The key is irrigation.

With good irrigation, we
can transform water into wine.

Who would do such
a thing to a poor dog?

It was Henry Gibbs,
I'm telling you.

Uh, could you excuse me
for a moment? Just carry on.

One second.

Uh, over here we have a...
a small area of Pinot blanc.

Bit of an experiment...

What happened?

- Gibbs.
- What did he do?

He tried to...

I'm sorry. You're busy.

Tea?

Tea is for gossip.
Brandy for shock.

Yes.

Oh, careful with that decanter.

Wedding present
from my late husband.

Along with this.

That is beautiful.

Contains the key to his heart.

I must confess to an ulterior
motive in getting you alone.

Oh, forgive me, Father, my
defrocking days are long gone.

More raisin than
grape, nowadays.

I wanted to have a chat.

You have not been
to Mass for months.

Well, I lose track of the days.

I... And my Anthony's
too busy to drive me.

Hardly surprising,
dealing with a saboteur.

Criminals everywhere.

Country's going to the dogs.

- If you'll excuse the pun.
- Hmm.

Well, your son is a
colonel. He'll look after you.

Don't you let that
eye patch fool you.

He got that walking behind
his father's horse as a boy.

Anthony was in the...

What's it? The...

The diplomatic corps.

Real army couldn't get
rid of him quick enough.

- Would you?
- After you.

So kind. I can't
wait to taste it.

Uh, let me know if you'd
like to place an order.

Uh... yes.

Has Mother offended
you? Because, um...

She was a little
agitated, that's all.

She's not been
quite herself of late.

Exhaustion probably. She's
having trouble sleeping.

Have you consulted a doctor?

All "avaricious
quacks", apparently.

Mmm.

I've tried talking to her but,
um... she doesn't make it easy.

My punishment for
spending two decades abroad.

I'm the prodigal son
trying to make amends.

I have a book that may help.

Priests must be familiar with
the idiosyncrasies of older people.

Shall I drop it round tomorrow?

I'd appreciate it.

Um... is there anything
else you'd like help with?

The dog...

Ah, I've heard you're
a bit of a sleuth.

No. Um...

That is a problem I
can deal with myself.

- Until tomorrow, then.
- Tomorrow.

What on earth were
you trying to achieve?

I told you. I want a
share of the vineyard.

Half my harvest was in that vat.

There won't be a vineyard
if you carry on like this!

Then give me what I want.

I spilt blood for this country.

I deserve my piece
of it as much as you.

And how would I explain
that to Lady Edna?

That I've given part of our estate
away to a stranger, a laborer.

Not my problem.

Look, I'm trying
to help you here.

You're the one who said that
you couldn't afford to pay me off.

But if you'd prefer to
give me the money...

You've crossed a line.

I want you gone, today.

You sure about that?

I've tolerated you
for long enough.

Don't presume to know what
sort of man you're dealing with!

Leave.

I'll be back for what I'm owed!

Thank you, Father.

So, Father, you got
any leads? Woof-woof.

That's not funny, Sid. Poor Tom.

First of all, he loses
his father in the war

and then somebody
goes and murders his dog.

Father.

Don't you want it?

I prefer my wine with
a little less... body.

- Hmm.
- Good night.

Henry Gibbs?

Before you say anything, I'm
just here to see the Colonel.

Just don't get involved
and don't get in my way.

Have you seen...?

- Yes.
- Yes, of course you have.

What do you think, sir?

Two gunshots, only
one entry wound.

Bruising to the neck. So...

Struggle for the weapon.

Gun goes off,
hitting the side table.

Gibbs is overpowered
by the killer,

shoots him at close range.

The bullet passes
through the body...

before hitting the mirror.

Curious corbelling.

Gibbs was well-built.

So, I'd say our suspect
is probably male, fit,

possibly with combat training.

Anything else I can do?

Could you offer my mother some
words of comfort when she wakes up?

She was disturbed by the commotion.
Found the whole thing very upsetting.

I gave her something to
help her get back to sleep.

Father, if you wouldn't
mind leaving us?

I'd like to check
some basic facts.

We told your colleague we
heard two gunshots in the night.

We all went to my
study and found the body.

- What more do you need to know?
- Who arrived first?

I did.

Lord have mercy!

- He's dead.
- Shall I call the police?

Uh, yes, of course.

- The police.
- The laborers' wages are gone!

Your bedroom's nearest the study
and yet you were the last one to arrive.

I checked on Her Ladyship
first. She was still asleep.

Only, I must have disturbed
her because next thing,

she's downstairs and all
screaming the place down.

Lady Edna was
understandably distressed.

Gibbs was killed by a handgun.
Is there one on the premises?

No.

I've ordered a search of the
house and grounds, just in case.

Surely it was just a
burglary gone wrong?

Are you suggesting that
Gibbs disturbed a burglar?

I'm suggesting he was one.

In that case, it's hardly
likely that he shot himself.

- Maybe he had an accomplice?
- Exactly!

The other fellow shot Gibbs
and then ran off with the money.

Possible. The missing money
wasn't with Gibbs' belongings.

But that doesn't mean the
accomplice isn't someone in this room.

How well did you
all know the victim?

Miss Fletcher probably knew
him better than the rest of us.

That ain't true!

He was after me. I told
him I weren't interested.

None of us knew him.

He came here looking for work and
has been nothing but trouble since.

In fact, I went to
see him yesterday

- and told him to move on.
- Did you indeed?

Well, that'll be all. The sergeant
will take your fingerprints.

Until we find our killer, no
one is to leave the estate.

Don't you remember anything?

I think I... had a bad dream.

We had a break-in,
Mother. Remember?

I, uh, think I would
like to be left in peace.

Perhaps a breath of fresh air?

Very well.

Uh... I'll be back to
check on you later.

So, did you meet
Gregoire on your travels?

No, after I came back.

I, uh, needed help here, so
I placed an advertisement.

Gregoire turned up
like a gift from Dionysus

with a reference from a
top vineyard in Bordeaux.

Do you still have the reference?

Only, the Kembleford
Wine Appreciation Society

would be very keen to know
more about our Gallic friend.

Done. I'll dig it out for you.

He's a good chap,
take my word for it.

Uh, Mrs. McCarthy noticed a hint

of romance between
Gregoire and Emily.

- Did she now?
- Mmm.

He's certainly keen.

As for her, I wouldn't know.

What about Gibbs?

An itinerant laborer.

Arrived a few weeks ago.

First time I'd laid eyes on him.

Inspector, I've found something!

Ah. Well done, Sergeant.

Good work.

An Enfield No. 2.

Standard issue British
Army service revolver.

Mark one double star.

Not in production until
1942. I was in Africa by then.

Anyway, I've always
preferred the Webley.

Those later Enfields don't
have a safety on the hammer.

Tend to go off if you have
to hit the deck in a hurry.

You seem to know
a lot about guns,

considering you're a member
of the diplomatic corps.

One picks things up.

If you'll excuse me?

- Still here, Father?
- Uh...

- Uh, yes. God's work, never done.
- Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

Mrs. Grayson, is it true
you have access to the safe?

Colonel and I both have keys.

I've done the accounts
since the old master's day.

For the vineyard as well?

Right now that's just a
very long list of expenses.

The vineyard's not
making any money?

Well, it's early days.

I'd like to see the
books, if I may?

I'll get them for you when
I've finished preparing lunch.

The Met are on the telephone,
sir. They've got something for you.

Very good, Sergeant.

- Oh...
- Hands off!

Must have been distressing...

seeing his dead body.

I know what you're
getting at, Father,

but there weren't
nothing between us.

Now, please, I'm already behind.

Ah, Miss Fletcher.

- Would you excuse us, please, Father?
- Oh, stay.

I know what you
coppers are like.

I imagine you do.

I just had an interesting chat with a
colleague at the Metropolitan Police.

You've had quite
a colorful history.

Trespass. Theft.

Soliciting.

You try living on the streets,
bombs falling all around,

parents six feet under.

I did what I had to.

Common assault. Gibbs
had a bite mark on his hand.

Oh, he had it coming!

Well... I never shot nobody.

Yeah, I bit him, so what?

I was defending myself.
He was... trying it on.

- Trying what on?
- Oh, Inspector.

I think we both know
what she means by that.

Did you report this?

I told the Colonel.

Said he'd ask Gibbs to leave. I
don't know what took him so long.

Well, Gibbs used to joke that
the Colonel would never fire him

because they were
old army buddies, but...

They served together?

I doubt it. Gibbs
was a born liar.

Look, the Colonel is
a good man, a hero.

He saved my life the
first time I met him.

One night, in Farringdon,
not long after the war,

three lads dragged
me down an alley.

The Colonel's walking past, hears
me scream and comes running,

scares them off.

He gave me this job
to get me off the streets.

A hero, indeed.

Three against one. How
did he scare them off?

Well, he had his gun, so...

Colonel, I have a few more questions
regarding the murder of Henry Gibbs.

If you'd like to accompany
me to the station.

Anthony.

I'm afraid your son's not here.

Of course not. I'll
never see my boy again.

I'm sure that's not true.

It is.

Would you pray for him, Father?

I will.

And I will do everything I
can to help him, I promise you.

Ah.

Is there anything
else I can do to help?

Oh, thank you. We'll be fine.

Monsieur Bisset is driving
me into Kembleford shortly.

Would you like a lift?

I'm sure your bicycle
will fit in the back.

That would be very kind.

- Is the Colonel expected for dinner?
- How should I know?

Sorry, I...

What have I told you about
wearing your hair down?

- I lost my ribbon.
- Well, then, cut a new one.

Shall we see you
outside, Father?

Five minutes.

Forty-seven seconds.

Always had a thing about fires.

My grandfather told me that if you
stare at the flames for long enough,

you might catch a
glimpse of the Devil.

Did you?

No, not today.

We're leaving, so...

Gibbs' military records.

He spent six months guarding
the same temporary base in Tunis

in which you were stationed.

Along with hundreds
of other men, no doubt.

It's mere coincidence that he
turned up in Kembleford? Admit it.

- You knew Gibbs all along.
- No.

You asked him to
leave. Did he agree?

Reluctantly.

Did you have to threaten
him with your gun?

Like I said, that gun was...

Easy enough to get into
the hands of an officer.

The safe wasn't forced.

Only you and Mrs.
Grayson have a key.

But she has an alibi.

Gregoire saw her leaving the
room after the gunshots were fired.

How could I have
dumped the gun in the pond

and still been
first on the scene?

You could have hidden it,
then taken it to the pond later.

And my motive?

Money.

Get an old army buddy
to help stage a burglary,

claim on the insurance.

The estate accounts.

You're broke.

I'm guessing that Gibbs
got greedy in the last minute,

demanded a larger cut.

There was an argument
and you killed him.

Weak speculation.

I've sent the gun off to
forensics for fingerprints.

Let's see what
turns up, shall we?

Could you telephone
Lady Felicia for me, please?

Ask her to speak to her
friend at the Foreign Office

and see what she can
find out about the Colonel?

So, do you think the Colonel
murdered Henry Gibbs?

My ideas are still fermenting.

Either way, I made a promise
to Lady Edna to discover the truth

and I intend to honor it.

Oh, but where
are you off to now?

To the police station. I'm sure the
Colonel will need spiritual guidance.

Oh, and I nearly forgot,
while you're on the telephone,

please tell Sid I
have a job for him.

Thank you.

Why are you here?

Because I promised your
mother I'd do what I could.

A waste of time. The inspector's
determined to see me hang.

If you're telling the truth, you'll
need to have faith and be patient.

- Are you?
- I swear to you, I didn't kill Gibbs.

That's not what I asked.

Do you believe it's
always wrong to lie?

- Even if it's for a greater good?
- Interesting question.

St. Augustine argues
that a lie is never justified

and yet, in the Bible, Rahab lies
to save the lives of two Jewish spies

and is herself
spared from death.

What do you think?

I think that if you have
something to confess,

you had better do it now
while you have the chance.

It would be in
strictest confidence.

There's nothing to tell.

- You have no idea who killed Gibbs?
- None at all.

- Because...
- You should go.

Very well. But in my experience,
the truth will always out.

I suppose it's a
question of intention.

Are you lying to
protect yourself...

or someone else?

Psst! Father!

- What are you doing here?
- Well you told me to follow them.

I wanted you to follow
them in Kembleford,

not loiter around their house.

Come and see this.

So, when I was in town,
Gregoire, or whatever his name is,

goes to get a broken headlight
fixed. I'm thinking, "Hang about.

Why's he got a broken
headlight?" Look under the front.

Father?

Father, what exactly
are you doing?

Well, I've always been
fascinated by cars.

You know, transmissions,
differentials, that sort of thing.

Really?

I got your message.

I understand you found
Gregoire's letter of recommendation.

The Colonel mentioned
that you wanted to see it.

Thank you.

- Would you like a cup of tea?
- No, I won't trouble you any longer.

I would never have thought it.

What?

She looks every inch the
respectable war widow.

Sid, what?

Right, the Frog's gone in the
garage, she's popped in the bank.

Oh, and you are acquainted
with a certain young bank clerk.

We may have exchanged
pleasantries in the past.

There you go.
Have a bash on that.

Check out her name.

What's that?

Gregoire's letter
of recommendation.

Oh, so it's the Frenchman now?

Mrs. Grayson gave him an alibi.

Oh.

- Father Brown.
- Sullivan here.

I need you to come to
the police station, Father.

The Colonel has just
tried to hang himself.

Right away.

I have to return to
the police station.

You're not going anywhere
until you've heard my news.

I'd been in to see him
a few minutes before.

May I ask why?

We found two sets of
prints on the revolver.

One of them belonged to him.

I told him he was going
to be charged with murder.

Who did the other set belong to?

We don't know yet.

Why have you sent for me?

Yes, well, the Colonel
wants to save us the bother

of sending him to the scaffold.

So, for once, our
professional interests coincide.

It's your duty to stop him
committing a mortal sin

and mine to see him stand trial.

I'd like you to talk to him.

Stop him from trying again.

- You think he will?
- We've taken his sheets

but, as you know, there are
many ways for a man to kill himself.

I'll do what I can.

At least this should
put your mind at rest.

How so?

Always a sign of a
guilty conscience.

Forgive me, Father.
I was in a dark place.

Then let in God's light.

Open up your heart. How
did you lose your eye?

A riding accident. I fell
and my horse kicked out.

Your horse?

Lady Edna said it
was your father's.

I...

You know what her memory's like.

Take off your eye patch.

What?

You told your guests that you
only had schoolboy friendships,

which is puzzling for a
diplomat stationed in Tunisia.

And you were telling the
truth about not knowing Gibbs

until he arrived at the
estate, weren't you?

Whereas Colonel Forbes-Leith
would have seen him a hundred times.

Take it off.

Why?

Because, according to the Foreign
Office, the real Colonel Forbes-Leith

died in Tunis in 1945.

Who are you?

Joseph Hawkins.

Sergeant.

25762751.

Pleased to meet you.

I met him in hospital.

The real Colonel.

For a month, he kept
talking about this crazy plan

to build a vineyard on
his estate back home.

We didn't even realize
how similar we looked

until one of the
nurses got us mixed up.

You stole his identity?

Stole?

It was his idea.

He knew he was dying.

He got me to practice his
voice, taught me about his family,

his childhood.

- He gave you his life.
- Mmm.

Why?

He wanted someone
to build his vineyard.

Carry on his name.

He wanted his mother to
have a son. I'm an orphan.

No family to miss me.

It was my chance to
become something better.

Water into wine.

When the fever
finally took him...

I got a friend to intercept
the telegram to the estate.

All I needed was his eye
patch and a... spare uniform.

But surely Lady Edna realized
that you weren't her son?

He wrote me a
letter to give to her,

just in case, explaining his
reasons, but I never needed it.

And she'd not seen him
for decades, remember?

- He was just a lad when he signed up.
- Hello, Mother.

She's always been a few
grapes short of a bunch.

It was such chaos after the war,

it was easy enough
to fudge the paperwork.

So no one in Kembleford knew
that Colonel Forbes-Leith was dead?

It was all going well
until Gibbs turned up.

Knew the Colonel, he said.

He was going to spill the beans, so I
offered him a job to keep him sweet.

But it wasn't enough.

I've killed a lot
of men, Father.

I can tell you about every one.

But I didn't kill Gibbs.

I heard the gunshots and, uh...

I found him in the
study, already dead.

With Emily.

She was in a such a state.
I told her to hide the gun.

I thought, without it, the
police would have no proof,

- not if we kept our mouths shut.
- She admitted killing him?

No, she didn't have to. Her
hands were covered in his blood.

And you will hang
to protect her?

Gibbs was only
there because of me.

She was attacked
because of my lies.

No wonder she took
matters into her own hands.

But if she was
defending herself...

With her past, nobody'd
believe her. I won't risk it.

Tell the truth. You
can still save yourself.

Are you talking about
my soul or my neck?

Both, perhaps. Let
me tell the Inspector.

No. No, this is what I deserve.

Why are you determined to die?

You said it yourself.

The truth will come out.

The only people who've ever cared
for me will discover what a fraud I am.

How could I look Lady
Edna in the eye again?

The shame is unbearable.

The shame is because
you're wearing a mask.

Take it off.

Let them know who you are.

But everything I am is a lie.

You built the vineyard.

You looked after
them for all those years.

Let them remember
Joseph Hawkins.

Can't promise
they'll believe you.

That depends.

Where is the letter that
Colonel Forbes-Leith gave you

to give to Lady Edna?

It's in a hidden compartment
at the bottom of the safe.

Same place I kept the gun.

No letter.

- Father?
- Requiescat in pace.

- What are you doing in here?
- Amen.

Special prayer for the dead.

I wonder if I might have a word
with everyone in the drawing room?

He ain't no colonel?

- This is not possible.
- He's a charlatan?

Oh, don't be too quick to judge.

You all sought to
transform yourselves.

Didn't you,

Miss Maitland?

Miss? You said your
old man died in the war.

My George did die in the war!

But we were never
actually married.

I met him before he left for France.
One night together and then...

Father, is there a reason
you wish to humiliate me?

Yes. Because the
truth, in its entirety,

could save that man.

I don't see how. So I
took George's name.

I didn't want everyone
judging Tom for my foolishness.

But I have been entirely loyal

- to Lady Edna and the Colonel.
- Of course you have.

They took you and your
son in when others wouldn't.

And when you saw the chance of
saving their estate from financial ruin,

you had no hesitation.

The laborers' wages have gone!

Knowing that the insurance
would pay the money back,

Mrs. Grayson

deposited the money
in the estate account

under "income from wine sales".

But, of course, we know that not
a single bottle was sold yesterday.

I warned the Colonel,
or whoever he is,

a hundred times that we were on
a knife-edge, but he wouldn't listen.

But this is beside the point.
I certainly didn't kill anyone.

No. But there is a
killer in this room.

Isn't there?

Yes, all right. I confess.

Monsieur Bisset!

But, please, it was an accident.

- He just ran in front of the car.
- The car?

He just lay there.

What are you on about?

Bacchus. Tom's dog.

Oh, dear.

I tell you what. Because I
like you, I'll get rid of the body,

get that headlamp fixed.
Colonel will be none the wiser.

- He'll think he ran away.
- What will you do with him?

I know just the place.
Pop him on the back.

Then you burned your shirt in
case anybody saw the blood.

The Colonel would have fired me.

Please, I love my job.

- Nobody would pay me to make wine.
- Mmm.

Gregoire's qualifications
were somewhat exaggerated.

I don't think Sergeant
Hawkins speaks French

because this letter appears
to commend your talents

as a reliable delivery driver.

It was a misunderstanding.
I just needed a job.

And I showed the letter
to the Colonel and...

He seemed to think that I...

Well... The next thing I
knew, I was his vigneron.

So you know nothing
about making wine?

I found a book in a second-hand
shop. It's been most helpful.

But yours is, perhaps,
the greatest lie of all.

You were first to the
study, weren't you?

I found Gibbs. He
weren't breathing.

I told the Colonel that I
wanted Gibbs dealt with.

I didn't think he'd kill him.

Get rid of it, then
wash your hands.

Say nothing.

Yes, sir.

So, you agreed to hide the
revolver to help the Colonel.

He changed my life.
Colonel, Sergeant.

I don't care what he is,
I'd still be on the streets

if it weren't for him.

But he thinks you killed Gibbs.

What?

How would you have known
how to get into the safe?

Still less that the
revolver was in there?

No. It wasn't you.

Two shots.

I think the first shot
was an accident.

Somebody dropped
the Enfield No. 2

and it misfired.

Somebody frail.

Somebody frightened.

They then managed to
pick the revolver back up

and shoot Gibbs dead.

What's in the locket?

The key to your husband's heart?

Oh.

My little joke.

My husband had
the safe installed.

All he really cared
about was money.

What happened last night?

I heard a noise,
somebody breaking in. So...

I went to get the gun.

Anthony... Oh,
Sergeant Hawkins, is it?

Told me that he kept one
in the safe, to reassure me,

I suppose. But...

the gun wasn't the
only thing I found.

I recognized the
handwriting straight away.

Anthony always did funny Hs.

Don't worry, I'm just
here for what I'm owed.

Get out. Get out
or I'll call my son!

Your son is dead, old woman.

And you will be next unless
you keep your mouth shut!

But, then, you know...

I think I always knew

Sergeant Hawkins
wasn't... my Anthony.

Perhaps it was easier to go along
with it than to accept the truth?

My son is dead, isn't he?

Yes.

But why didn't you tell
the truth straightaway?

Nobody would have blamed
you. It was self-defense.

I wanted that impostor
to take the blame!

He lied to me!

And he should hang for that?

Shouldn't he?

When you think about it, Sergeant
Hawkins has dedicated his life

to fulfilling your
son's dying wish.

He built up his vineyard,
he looked after you.

I don't agree with the deception,
but neither do I think him an evil man.

Do you?

Rise and shine.

Am I going to court?

Somebody's confessed.

Emily?

No. Lady Edna.

You're not serious?

The second set of prints
on the gun belonged to her.

She's not being charged, either.

Apparently it was
reasonable self-defense.

I'll explain everything later.

But, meanwhile, there are some
people who want to meet Joe Hawkins.

Welcome home, sir.

Thanks, Tom.

Welcome home, Colonel.

Call me Joe. And, uh...

I was only ever a sergeant.

Congratulations.

I wondered how
long it would take.

Thank you, sir.

Nothing to say for yourself?

Forgive me, Lady Edna.

My intention was never to
dishonor your son's name,

only to honor his love for you.

Sentimental claptrap!

Listen, whoever you are,

you've carried me up
and down these stairs,

listened to me
wittering on for hours

and kept this old
pile of stones going.

Whatever charade
brought you here...

this is your home.

But let's have no more
of this sergeant nonsense.

Colonel's much better.

Whoever's going to buy
wine from Sergeant Hawkins?

Huh?