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No need to rush off.

If I'm not home soon,
I'm in serious trouble.

Ohh.

Ugh.

Blimey.

What did you do to me?

You said the stout was "a
bit strong for a lady", so I...

So you challenged me
to a drinking competition.

Yes!

Ow.

Did I get in a fight?

You hit your head on the beam
when you stood on the table.

Why was I standing on a table?

I can give you the starlight...

Oh, no, no, I didn't.

The whole pub gave
you a standing ovation.

Argh!

Thanks for a great night.

Grace, wait!

Where d'you learn to
hold your drink like that?

My father owns the brewery!

I'm in love.

Where are you all going?

What's happening?

- What's happening?
- Grace! Stay back!

- What's happened?
- Stay back. It's your father.

Grace!

Adult literacy classes?

I was hoping you could
help spread the word.

Help recruit volunteers.

And the Good Lord provideth.

I know Mrs McCarthy
is a bit strict, but...

Strict?!

She helped out at the
primary school last year

and even the headmaster
started wetting the bed.

I assume you've all heard
about the fire at the brewery?

Oh, terrible. And they
have found a body!

Have they identified it?

Gabriel Kane himself!

Sid!

Sidney?!

Where the devil is he off to?

I need to be in
Hambleston by 9:30.

Fire investigators
are on the way.

In the meantime, keep
the building sealed off.

Should we start
interviewing witnesses, sir?

Talk to the
workers still on-site.

Old building like this, my
money's on dodgy wiring.

I'll handle the family.

You two speak to the gentlemen
in the yard, you follow me.

Don't even think about
it. This area is off limits.

I need to see if
Grace is all right.

The blonde? She's fine.

Well, as fine as you can be
when your father's just died.

Over there with her husband.

- Now, like I said...
- It's all right.

I'm leaving.

I'm going to go for a walk.
I need to clear my head.

Do you want me to come with you?

No, no, it's fine. I'll see
you back at the house.

Sid! Sid, slow down!

What for? Do you want to
introduce me to your husband?

You won't say
anything, will you?

Course not. Cos it was
just a bit of fun, weren't it?

I don't love him. Our
marriage was arranged.

Harry had an inheritance
he was looking to invest, so...

So your dad got a bunch of cash

and your fella got a stake
in the brewery? Lucky them.

Without Harry's money, the
brewery would have gone under.

Dozens of families rely
on us for their livelihoods.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I'll keep shtoom.

Goodbye, Sid.

Thank you, Miss Kane. Any
further questions, I'll be in touch.

Please do.

If Grace turns up, will you tell
her the Inspector is looking for her?

Certainly.

Why don't I introduce you to our
Head Brewer, Martin Cartwright?

Padre. I should've known.

I'm here to offer my
spiritual guidance

to the family in
their time of grief.

Father.

There are few
ale-lovers in this county

who have not sung
your father's praises.

Drink makes men
do foolish things.

I'm sorry, a
wicked thing to say.

Gabriel wasn't my father.

My mother married him
after his first wife died.

I visited your mother
when she was ill.

Gabriel was never
the same again.

To bury two wives...

Yes, well, we were never close.

Grace was always
the golden girl.

I was only ever the
cuckoo in the nest.

I am sure that
that is not the truth.

Any idea how the fire started?

Gabriel was cutting
corners, bringing costs down.

Harry tried to warn him, but...
an accident was inevitable.

That's a lie!

Daddy would never have
put the brewery at risk.

It must've been sabotage.

A rival brewery, perhaps?

Would the police
have thought of that?

I'm sure they are
considering all possibilities.

Well, are they?

My father's dead! I want
to know what happened!

If there is any
evidence of foul play...

Please, Father. I know
what the police are like.

They'll write it off as an
accident to avoid fuss.

- Because it probably was an accident!
- No!

You have to help us.

Find out who did this.

I'll do what I can.

Bit early, isn't it?

Free country.

Tell me, Sid,

why were you so alarmed
when you heard about the fire?

I like beer.

I met someone last night.
Someone... connected to the brewery.

I was worried about her.

Is she all right?

- No, she's not. She's married.
- Ah.

Forgive me, but
you don't normally

take affairs of the
heart so seriously.

She was different. At
least, I thought she was.

He was here last
night. Causing trouble.

Go on.

Lady F was having
an evening in for once,

so I thought I'd treat
myself to a couple of jars.

Anyway, there's
this couple in there

and he starts
getting a bit handy.

So I slide over and give it
the old, "Sorry I'm late, darling".

Sorry I'm late, darling.
Problem? And he says, "Get lost."

Now why would I want to do that?

So he tells me
again - "Get... lost."

Funny story.

And I think, well, in for
a penny, in for a pound.

A good friend once told me
about a bloke called Goliath, right?

And the thing
about Goliath was...

So I tell him how
pretty I think he is.

..he was almost as ugly as you.

Just as he's about to plant
one on me, Grace says,

"Just go, Owen. Before
you get yourself into trouble."

So he says,
"You'll regret this".

And then he leaves.

Lovely chap.

- And she and I start to get acquainted.
- Grace.

Sidney Carter,
friends call me Sid.

Did Grace say what
they were arguing about?

She said it was nothing.
A misunderstanding.

I spoke to her earlier.

She believes someone
started the fire on purpose.

Do you reckon...?

Want to help me find out?

Mr Kane was found
sat at his desk.

The firemen believe the
blaze started in the barrel store.

Why didn't he make a run for it?

Perhaps he was overcome by
smoke before he got the chance.

What time did you
both leave yesterday?

6pm on the dot.

The missus was doing
one of her suet puddings.

I was home all night.

Nine... ish. Gabriel
wanted to go over the books.

He often worked late.

Afterwards, he said he
had paperwork to finish,

so I left and locked the
main door behind me.

Where did you go then?

Home. Had a dreadful migraine.

Was asleep by ten at the latest.

You sure you locked the door?

Certain. Why?

Wasn't forced. The
firemen found it unlocked.

Sir.

Fire inspector found
it in the barrel store.

Looks like a lid.

From a petrol can.

Call the station.

Let them know we'll
be here for a while.

How long, sir?

Until we catch the
idiot that started this fire!

Yes, sir.

All right, cut the price.

We need to shift more
barrels, get some cash in.

This is a Kane pub.

You got a cheek coming
in 'ere after what you did.

Want my money or not?

Mug someone's granny?

Something like that.

Now, are you going
to let me drink in peace,

or should I tell the coppers
where you really were last night?

So where is she?

You know Grace.

She's probably... making daisy
chains in a meadow somewhere.

Rolling in the hay, more like.

You were an
imbecile to marry her.

We all make mistakes.

You're not jealous?

While I may not have her looks,
I find a little enthusiasm goes

- a very long way, don't you think?
- Don't.

That's not what you
were saying last week.

You were like a man possessed.

Like I said.

We all make mistakes.

Sorry to keep you, Inspector.
Business to attend to.

How well do you
know your workforce?

Inside and out.

Most of them had dads or grandads
who were coopers here before them.

You must get the
occasional "bad apple"?

They play up, they're out.

Any recently?

Well, one, yeah. Owen Brunt.

Mr Fitzgerald found
out he was stealing.

Do you know where
I might find him?

Yeah, yeah.

But first...

Before you hear this
from someone else,

you know I said I
was at home all night?

Where were you?

In the spinney at the
bottom of Clutterbuck's Farm.

Let me guess.

Poaching?

It were just a
couple of pheasants.

It's a daft old
family tradition.

I take my boy once a
month on the full moon.

Home before midnight so the
missus doesn't make a fuss, mind!

I wouldn't have mentioned it, only,
on my way home, I saw something.

Someone, I should say.
Heading into the brewery.

You're a hard
woman to track down.

Where were you last night?

Mrs Fitzgerald?

At home. Until about ten.

And then I went to the
pub round the corner.

You went to the pub?

By yourself?

Harry was asleep. I wanted
to get out of the house.

I stayed until closing time.

Then?

I went straight to bed.

You often sneak to the pub
while your husband's sleeping?

No. Not often.

Inspector!

Do you have news?

Martin Cartwright saw
someone going into the brewery

shortly before the fire started.

He said he was
at home all night.

Yes, well... that's
a separate matter.

So who was it?

Mrs Fitzgerald.

What exactly are you
looking for, Inspector?

Evidence.

That's enough!

You can come back
when you've got a warrant.

No. This was my father's house.

Look wherever you like,
Inspector. We've got nothing to hide.

Inspector!

Good work, Sergeant.

Check these items for fingerprints.
Mrs Fitzgerald, you're under arrest.

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

but what you do say will be written
down and may be given in evidence.

- I've never seen those things before!
- I'm calling our lawyer.

Oi! What do you
think you're doing?

- Sid, no!
- Something to say?

- You got no proof.
- Except the physical evidence

and their head brewer
placing her at the scene.

What's her motive, then?

Money. Arson's
always about money.

Probably looking for
an insurance pay-out.

Or maybe she was
just having a bad day.

You've got to help
me clear her name.

I hate to say this, but how
do you know she didn't do it?

You didn't find my
fingerprints, did you?

Because I never touched
any of those things!

Found these in your coat.

Tell me about Owen Brunt.

He used to work for us.

- A cooper.
- Know him well?

- Not really.
- Well enough to talk to.

I talk to all of our workers.

They are people, not cattle.

So why were you
two arguing last night?

In the pub. You were seen.

Remember you're
still under caution.

Owen wanted me to ask
my father for his job back.

I refused.

Owen got angry and
told me we'd regret it.

Know what I think?

You tried to engage
Mr Brunt's services.

You asked him to torch
the brewery for you.

He said no, so you
went and did it yourself.

That brewery's been in
my family for generations.

So why were you
seen going in there?

Get lost on your way
home from the pub?

I wasn't there. Martin's lying.

I don't think so.

Is this it?

I've only just started.

Not everyone's willing to admit
to having literacy problems.

Give me a few days and I'll have
them queuing round the block.

Oh! Father.

What's happened?

Grace Fitzgerald has
been arrested for arson.

Hardly surprising.

Well, a respectable young lady

doesn't go drinking
in pubs on her own.

It wasn't her.

Oh. Well, I suppose
it doesn't make sense,

her jeopardizing
her inheritance.

Why would Martin Cartwright lie?

Maybe he's in on it.

Or he's covering for someone.

I don't know, but either
way, Grace is innocent.

I wouldn't go that far.

Hello, St Mary's Presbytery.

Yes, yes.

It's for you, Father.

Father Brown speaking.

Now?

Yes, I'll be there presently.

Well?

Grace Fitzgerald wants
to make a confession.

Hah!

Last night I did
something terrible.

I can't even say it.

I am notoriously
difficult to shock.

I cheated on Harry.

Ah.

What?

You thought I had
something to do with the fire?

No.

It doesn't matter now.

I cannot condone your actions,

but this may be a way out
of your current predicament.

How?

Tell Inspector Mallory
you have an alibi!

I can't!

If I admit to adultery, Harry
will take every penny I have

and throw me out on the street.

He's been foul-tempered
enough recently as it is.

"Foul-tempered"?

He says his migraines
are getting worse,

he's been taking
God-knows-what just to sleep.

And he'd been rowing with Daddy.

What about?

Daddy rejected one of
Harry's business proposals.

Harry didn't take it very well.

Do you know what
he was proposing?

I've no idea.

But if you think it'll help,
Daddy probably kept a copy.

He usually ferrets that
stuff away in his safe.

Do you have a key?

Excuse me, we're
right in the middle...

It'll have to wait. I need
to interview Grace again.

Right now?!

According to the doctor who
examined Mr Kane's body,

there's no sign of
smoke inhalation.

He was dead before
the fire started.

This is now officially
a murder investigation.

Murder?!

But you can't think that I...

That you poisoned your father

then started the
fire to cover it up?

Come with me.

Look for the Holy Grail.

Father.

Gabriel Kane was
dead before the fire.

Inspector Mallory thinks
that Grace poisoned him.

That's ridiculous!

He's got a good case. Unless
we can prove her innocence...

And if we can't,
she's going to hang.

Sergeant! I was wondering
if you could help me.

I'm not allowed to leave my post
at the moment, Your Ladyship.

And I wouldn't
dream of asking you.

Actually, um... I'm launching
an adult literacy scheme,

and I was wondering if you
could be my police ambassador.

You must have colleagues
who would benefit from improving

their reading and writing.

Not you, of course.

A fine, intelligent officer
of the law such as yourself.

I'm sure you are
highly proficient.

Well... there might be a couple
of the lads that come to mind.

How lovely.

I'm sure you won't mind giving
me their names and contact details.

I assume she didn't
mean the actual Holy Grail.

Well, it would
certainly be a surprise

to the global
theological community

if it was found in a
brewery in Kembleford.

So what are we
looking for, then?

She couldn't just
say it was in a book?

Probably didn't
want Mallory to hear.

"Miscellaneous, HF, £50."

Anyone there?

Mr Fitzgerald?

- Shove this somewhere.
- Charming.

What's that?

Pentobarbitone.

- It's...
- Ssh.

Now.

Father?

What are you up to?

Grace asked me to see

if I could salvage anything
from her father's office.

Are you sure it was
Grace you saw last night?

Certain.

But you really shouldn't be
in here, Father. It's not safe.

Well, we were just going.

Well?

Harry Fitzgerald wanted Gabriel
Kane to sell the brewery, the land,

and the family name.

Harry killed him so he
couldn't block the sale?

Perhaps.

There is something else.

Gabriel Kane's will?

It doesn't look good.

I wasn't expecting
to see you again.

I talked Inspector
Mallory round,

after he so rudely
interrupted your confession.

- Did you find the key?
- Yes.

And I have news.

Your father recently
altered his will,

cutting Rose out completely
and naming you as his sole heir.

Poor Rose.

She'll be so disappointed.

Do you think she
knew about the will?

She didn't seem
exactly... grief-stricken

at your father's death.

That's just Rose. She's
getting grumpier by the year.

We used to have such fun.

We'd dress up as each
other and play tricks on Daddy.

But since I got married, she...

She's just changed.

This inheritance will make
you a very wealthy woman.

Grace, this will not
look good to a jury.

But I'd give every penny
to have Daddy back.

You do believe me?

Why do you not tell Inspector
Mallory you have an alibi?

Better to be called an
adulteress than a murderer.

There has to be another
way to prove it wasn't me.

What if there isn't?

I can't believe that
you would rather hang

than tell Inspector Mallory
that you were with Sid.

It mustn't come to that. Please.
Harry wouldn't forgive me.

Not for a second time.

A second time.

There was an incident.
With one of the workers.

Owen Brunt?

Yes.

He flirted with me, he
paid me compliments.

Harry was being so cold - it
was in a moment of madness.

He fired Owen on the spot.

Harry told Martin that
Owen took something

that didn't belong to him.

After that, Owen
wouldn't let it go.

He followed me around,
begging me to see him.

Last night, he even asked
me to run away with him.

I said no, but he
wouldn't listen.

Not until Sid came to my rescue.

Why didn't you
tell me this before?

Owen loses his job,
and then you reject him.

This is clear motive for
revenge on the Kane family!

I thought we were in a hurry.

Well, I can't leave without buying
anything, it's against my religion.

Of course, if you
don't want yours...

Right, I've spoken
to the landlord -

Owen hasn't been
there since lunchtime.

- So you better tell the Inspector.
- Tell him what?

That Owen did it!

- We don't know that for sure.
- Course we do!

Five minutes ago, you
were convinced it was Harry.

And besides, Inspector Mallory,

without evidence,
won't let Grace go.

So?

So we need to know
Owen's side of the story.

- Let's go, then.
- What about our drinks?

I'm not leaving Grace in that
police cell for another minute.

Feel a bit sick now.

Owen!

- Where are you going?
- To find another way in.

Wee-hee!

Nah, it's locked.

How did you do that?

You know Inspector Mallory
will be thrilled to arrest us

for breaking and entering?

Oh.

He's going to have
bigger problems than that.

Suicide note.

Says he was paid
£50 to start the fire.

- By whom?
- Doesn't say.

"The guilt is too much.

"But what's worse is
knowing she doesn't love me."

My guess is he fell
for Mrs Fitzgerald

and got in over his head.

You going to let her go now?

This doesn't prove
she wasn't involved.

Could've been Grace
who paid him the £50.

The last entry in the Brewery
accounts was for £50 -

"miscellaneous expenses."

- Initialed HF.
- Harry Fitzgerald.

How come you've
seen the accounts?

Grace Fitzgerald told
me where to find them.

I've got an eyewitness that
places Grace at the scene!

- Your witness is lying.
- Or Grace is lying.

Or someone disguised
themselves as Grace.

Five more minutes, Padre,

then I'm abandoning
this ridiculous charade.

Your men are turning the
whole house upside down.

At least tell them to
show a bit of respect!

Are you all right, Father?

Yes.

Migraine. I suffer
from them terribly.

You wouldn't have anything to
take the edge off it, would you?

If it's bad, take one of these.

I'll get you some water.

I found this in Gabriel's study.

Exactly the same.
Pentobarbitone.

A bit stronger than your
average migraine medication.

Give me one good
reason not to arrest you

for removing evidence
from the scene of a crime.

The paperwork.

I've found something, sir!

You think I pretended
to be Grace?!

You were bitterly
jealous of your sister.

And you certainly know her well
enough to mimic her convincingly.

You have a wonderful
imagination, Inspector! Look at me.

It was dark, remember?

The right clothes.

A wig...

What wig?

We found this in the
back of your wardrobe.

But I haven't seen
that thing for years!

And if I'd already gone
to so much trouble,

why not start the fire
myself while I was there?

Arson's not an easy
thing to get right.

You needed to be sure.

I don't even have a
key to the brewery!

Harry did.

You were desperate
to sell off the brewery,

but Gabriel wouldn't let you.

You think I'd let
my own wife hang?

Why not?

With Grace and
Gabriel out of the way,

you could do what you
liked with the brewery.

You two plotted to kill
Gabriel and frame Grace,

using Owen to start the fire.

Piffle!

Do you deny paying Owen the £50?

No, but I didn't...

I gave him that money
to keep his mouth shut

about his thing with Grace.

I didn't want the world
to know I'm a cuckold!

We found this on the scene.

Pentobarbitone.

And from your personal supply.

A perfect match.

Just like you two. You're
both under arrest for murder.

- This is ridiculous.
- No, you're wrong!

You've got it wrong!

Ah! Joseph.

Good morning, Inspector.

Thank you for coming.

Wanted to pay my
respects to Mr Kane.

How are Harry and Rose?

Stubborn. Denying everything.

Fitzgerald's hired
an army of lawyers.

You mean they're
pleading not guilty?

For all the good it'll do.

Must've thought the fire
would cover their tracks,

but they were too careless.

Grace.

How've you been?

You know.

Thanks again. For helping me.

I don't deserve it,
the way I treated you.

That's not true.

Listen, I've been thinking.

- Now Harry's gone...
- Oh, Sid.

I'm leaving.

Too many bad memories.

Please stay.

I can't. I'm going to America.

America?!

When?

I leave this afternoon.

But...

I'll never forget the
night we had together.

Would you like to
say a few words?

Would it be awful if I didn't?

I don't think I can
get the words out.

I think everyone
will understand.

You're so kind.

Ah, Sid.

The one that got away.

He will be missed.

Almost as much as his brewery.

Arrived this morning
from Mrs Fitzgerald.

We're all out of a job.

They're tearing the place down.

Grace is selling up?

Gabriel will be
spinning down there.

I'm sorry.

What'll I do now?

If there's anything I can do
to help, you know where I am.

Thanks, Father.

What's happening with
Owen Brunt's funeral?

It's at St Augustine's in
Knapton this afternoon.

He has family there.

A church burial,
after what he did?

I believe discretion
is being used

as to the exact
circumstances of his death.

I'll ask Sid to take me.

I'd like to pay my respects.

- I didn't know you were acquainted.
- Well, we weren't, really.

He was one of the few to
sign up to my literacy scheme.

Poor man had just lost his job,
and could hardly write his own name.

Such a waste.

Mr Cartwright, the
letter you got today.

May I have a look?

Certainly, Father.

Sid!

Can you ask Inspector Mallory
to meet me at the brewery?

There's been another murder!

Are you really prepared to let
Harry and Rose be punished

for something you did?

I don't understand.

The redundancy notices you sent.

Handwriting matches
Owen's suicide note.

Even an amateur graphologist
would notice the similarities.

Perhaps he had the
same teacher as a boy.

Owen was illiterate.

He didn't kill himself.

You shot him.

That's quite a leap.

Your alibi was, by his
own admission, drunk.

Simple matter for you to
wait until he went to sleep,

and then slip away.

You drugged your father...

..and then lit a fire
to cover your tracks.

With Gabriel dead and
Harry framed for his murder,

you were free to
sell the brewery

and start up again as a
rich independent woman.

And you let yourself be caught
with Owen in flagrante delicto

because you knew full well

that Harry would pay to
have the scandal covered up.

Then you faked Owen's
suicide and left a note

that would help to frame Harry,

and prove your innocence.

And Rose?

Why would I get her involved?

Ah. The wicked stepsister.

How long did it take you
to convince your father

to cut her out of the will?

No idea what you mean.

I'm confused.

If I went to such efforts
to get myself an alibi,

why didn't I tell Mallory
as soon as he arrested me?

You wanted ME to investigate.
That's why you seduced Sid.

You knew we were friends,

and you didn't trust the
police to find your little clues.

You can't truly
believe I framed myself.

Hid evidence in my own car.

Mallory was right.

The culprit was too careless
- dropping the medicine bottle

AND the lid to the petrol can,
AND being seen by a witness.

Unless... it was deliberate.

How could I have
known I'd be seen?

Full moon.

You've known
Martin all your life.

You knew he'd be poaching.

All you had to do was wait by
the brewery until he appeared.

Even if what you're
saying were true...

..why should I be sorry?

My father was a cruel bully who
sold me off without a second thought.

Harry is a weakling,
addicted to those painkillers.

I've always hated
that stinking brewery,

and now I'll be free of it.

Forever.

And Owen Brunt?

When I broke things off with
him, he threatened to tell my father.

Now, I don't respond
well to threats.

Anyway, it was suicide
- didn't you hear?

Grace.

Please.

Confess and turn yourself in.

It's not too late to
seek God's forgiveness.

I'm sorry, Father, but
God will have to wait.

I have a train to catch.

What's this about
another murder?

Owen Brunt. It wasn't suicide.

Her?

Mrs Fitzgerald!

You're only delaying
the inevitable!

Grace!

Please, let me help.

Inspector! She's up here!

Mrs Fitzgerald. Get back here!

Wouldn't if I were you.

Get off me!

Grab her!

Don't move!

You're under arrest!

Oh!

- Help me! This is a terrible mistake.
- Stop her!

We can run away together!

Come on, then.

What are you doing?

What...

- Idiot!
- Now, now, no need to be bitter.

Grace Fitzgerald, you're
under arrest for murder.

Should've known it
was too good to be true

when she said her
father owned a brewery.

All that glisters is not gold.

I just wanted to say thank you
for helping to clear our name.

To be fair, if it
weren't for him,

you wouldn't have been in
the frame in the first place.

- Thanks for that, Sid.
- Pleasure.

I've halted the
sale of the brewery.

I thought you wanted to sell up?

I've had a change of heart.

We'll have to modernize, but there's
still one Kane to keep things going.

I must say I am delighted.

Well, that was awkward.

I imagine it was.

You slept with his wife.

Fair point.

Do you know what, Father?
I've learned a valuable lesson.

Which is?

Never get emotionally involved.

It's just not worth the hassle.

To the one that got away.

To the one that NEARLY got away.