All language subtitles for Father Brown (2013) - S09E01.eng

Search the rooms further along.

Check every nook and cranny.

In here!

I think I've found something.

The murder weapon.

Anything the matter, Inspector?

Valerie and the kids came down
with something over the weekend.

No doubt they've given it to me.

And some of us have to work,
regardless. Excuse me, Padre.

Good morning, Sergeant.

A "bae do" from Mrs McCarthy.

The hymns for Thursday night's
choir practice have changed.

We're missing "O Bread of Heaven", Father.

That's a shame, but I suppo...

Good morning. Kembleford Police.

When was this?

We're on our way.

There's been a murder, sir.

At the Darlington estate.

Lawrence? Arabella?

Mr Darlington.

Philip?

Get them in, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

I need to comfort the family.

It's quite a long way.

Might I cadge a lift?

...Offerentes eam in conspectu Altissimi.

Amen.

Found him like that
when I woke up this morning.

Tried to revive him,
but he was already gone.

Looks like a single puncture wound
to the heart.

Probably with a knife.

Were you and your father alone
in the house last night?

Yes.

Arabella's away and...

the servants don't lodge with us.

But... I didn't see Father.

I just came in from the
pub and went to bed.

By the advancement of rigor mortis

it looks as though he's been dead
at least ten hours.

Thank you, but I think I'll wait
for the pathologist's assessment.

Are those the clothes you slept in?

I'm afraid I was rather drunk.

God, to think this awful thing happened
while we both slept.

Someone must have broken in.

With a guard dog in the house?

Crumpet was with me.

He always sleeps in my room.

Sir.

There's some residue, just there.

A single black fibre.

Neither Lawrence nor Phillip
are wearing black.

Could I please, for once,
hear from an actual expert

instead of the opinions
of a pontificating priest?

I apologise, Inspector.

I... just offering my assistance.

It's Arabella.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Lawrie?

What's happened?

Father Brown, wh... what is this?
Why are the police here?

Miss Darlington.

A... Actually, it's Mrs Huxston now.

Mrs Huxston.

I'm sorry to inform you

your father's been murdered.

We'll search the rest of the house,
inside and out.

My deepest condolences, Arabella.

I see you've been away.

How long have you been gone?

Ah... just...

just the weekend...

in Oxford. I suppose you could say
it was our honeymoon.

Sorry, Father.
You haven't met Charles, have you?

I know it was rather impulsive of us, but

we got swept away with the romance,
didn't we, darling?

Daddy would have been furious. I was...

I was dreading telling hi... him.

But now he...

What have the police said?
Do they know who is responsible for this?

In here! I think I've found something.

The murder weapon.

This is Lawrence Darlington's bedroom,
is it not?

I didn't put that there.

I... I didn't.

Sergeant, arrest him
and take him down to the car.

Lawrence Darlington, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the murder
of Phillip Darlington.

You aren't obliged to say anything...

Inspector.

These scratches in the door suggest
the dog was frantically trying to escape.

Perhaps he'd heard an intruder.

Or...

perhaps he'd heard
one master Killing another.

Ah... but if Lawrence is guilty

why hide the knife in his own room?

No doubt to dispose of it later.

Now if you don't mind,
I have a suspect to question.

There's no evidence of a break-in.

And your sister confirms
nothing was stolen.

You were found this morning,
covered in your father's blood.

You killed him, didn't you?

No.

As his only son, you can't deny
that you stand to inherit his fortune

and that's why you're concocting
this ridiculous story about an intruder.

- It's not a story.
- - The knife was found in your room!

Sorry to interrupt, sir.

Could I have a word, please?
It's important.

Well?

There were no fingerprints
found on the knife, sir.

You've brought me out here
to tell me that?

No, sir.

I saw you

in the suspect's bedroom.

Excuse me?

The knife, sir.

It was in your jacket.

You planted it.

How dare you?

How dare you make such an accusation
against me?

An inspector
with over 20 years' exemplary service.

I can't believe
you'd even think such a thing.

Sir, I...
Whatever trick

your imagination's been playing on you

I strongly advise you
to keep it to yourself

unless you want a career
stacking shelves in Woolworths!

Do I make myself clear,
Sergeant Goodfellow?

Yes, sir.

What do you recall about last night?
Before you returned home.

I was playing cards.

At the Red Lion.

There was beer.

And then I suppose I walked home.

I remember the sunset
as I crossed the fields.

So no later than 9 o'clock?

Like I said, I felt terribly squiffy

and went straight to bed.

Look, things weren't always easy
between me and Father

but I didn't kill him.

I don't know how the knife got in my room.

You have to believe me.

I do.

Something is afoot, Lawrence,
and I mean to get to the bottom of it.

You say things were strained between you.

Yeah, there was no pleasing him, Father.

I stopped trying years ago.

I wish Arabella had done the same.

She always tried so hard.

And yet she eloped to Oxford
without his permission.

Well, that would have been Charles.

You disapprove of the match?

I should.

They've only known each other
for three months... ha.

But I've got to admit
he's been good for her.

He even encouraged
me to stand up to Father.

I regret it now, of course.

Regret what, exactly?

A public row in a restaurant.

Lawrence confronted his father

demanding access to his trust fund.

That'll hurt Lawrence if it goes to trial.

Indeed.

But I wonder if that was the intention.

But whose intention?

The dark, handsome stranger

that has ensconced himself
in the family within three months.

Whatever's going on,
Lawrence ain't the type to stab anyone.

He's a happy drunk.
And I'll tell you what else.

He never, never leaves
the Red Lion before closing.

And yet he was so thoroughly inebriated
by 9 o'clock

that he went straight to bed
and slept through without rousing.

Do you reckon his beer was tampered with?

By who?

Who, this... this Charles person?

Charles was with Arabella in Oxford.

He has a solid alibi for the murder.

Suspicious in itself, if you ask me.

Well, I reckon our
best bet is the Red Lion.

Just pop in there, ask about...

I'll be happy to do it, Father.

Oh, I think maybe someone's
a little too happy to volunteer.

Hello, Shelly.

Hello, Sid.

Have you got something in your eye, cos
it'll be my finger if you're not careful.

Not a fan of winking, got it.

I'll go wild and have a mild.

Alright, Sid?

Here...

Lawrence Darlington wasn't in here
last night, was he?

Course he was.
Is it true he's been arrested?

Lawrie wouldn't hurt a fly.

I Know.
So if you can remember anything...

Only that he left early.

Usual crowd kept playing till late.

Wait. One of them wasn't from around here.

Big bloke. Doesn't say much.

And he was definitely playing cards
with Lawrence?

Alright.

If you see him again,
call the presbytery as soon as you can.

Inspector Murray speaking.

Yes.

I don't know who called him, Father

but the photographs
of the fibre and sand residue

are missing from the evidence room

and I don't think he ever sent
those samples to the lab.

I followed him home
and saw smoke coming out the chimney.

I know he's not the best copper
in the world, but destroying evidence?

Unless he's taking bribes.

Oh, even Inspector Mallory
wouldn't sink that low.

Well, there's one way to find out.

Good morning, Inspector.

What are you doing here?

We are very concerned about you.

- May we come in?
- No, you may not!

Where are Valerie and the children?

I told you, they're unwell.
They're upstairs, sleeping.

You have no right to go up there!
I said stop!

Father.

Nobody's up there.

I think it's time you told us
what's going on, Inspector.

Valerie and the children...

they've been...

taken.

It was late on Saturday.

I'd been out for a few ales
to get away from...

Valerie and the children
had been bickering all day.

When I finally returned home.

I saw a strange car parked outside.

Valerie, were we expecting company?

Don't do anything stupid.

What is this?

Any noise and Daddy here gets a bullet.

Who are you?

What do you want?

You.

You stay put until I tell you otherwise.

If you say a word to anyone

then they all die.

The next day, Sunday,
I couldn't just sit on my hands.

So I went to the station
to find out what I could about the car

see, I had memorised the number plate.

It had been reported missing
from Oxford the day before.

Oxford. That's where Charles
and Arabella spent the weekend.

I soon learned not to
break the rules again.

You went to the police station earlier.

Who did you speak to?

I had a weekend shift.

If I hadn't gone in,
it would have looked suspicious.

Please don't hurt my family.

Don't worry.

Your lot are fine...

for now.

Look.

- You've killed someone.
- That's right.

And you're going to use that
to pin on the dead man's son.

- What? Who...
- Shut up.

Anything that points to me, you destroy it.

Be waiting in the phone box,
Queen Street, Tuesday, 9am.

And you remember.

I'm always watching you.

So now you understand.

I have no choice but to cooperate.

But how can I prosecute an innocent man?

You are in a terrible predicament

which we will not allow
you to endure alone.

We will do all we can to unmask these men

but in the meantime, Inspector, do nothing

to antagonise them.

What can I get you?

I'll have a pint of mild.

Sixpence, please.

Charles has been so attentive.

Otherwise, I don't know
what I would have done.

How did you two meet?

On a train, on the way home from London.

I'd been to the museums for the day

and Charles just happened to be
in my carriage.

Crumpet. Crumpet, stop it.

Sorry, darling, I don't know why
he always does that.

That's quite alright.

I'll leave you two to talk.

- Good day, Father.
- Good day.

You have a charming husband.

And I am sure your visit
to Oxford was very special.

But may I ask

was Charles with you at all times?

Well, of course. Why?

I'm trying to piece together
everyone's whereabouts

when your father died.

Everyone's?

Or just Charles's?

I don't wish to give offence.

I only wish to help your brother.

By accusing my husband?

He's a good man, Father

and I won't have you casting aspersions
just because you don't know him.

Come on, Sid.

Why hasn't he been charged yet?

I intend to.

Maybe you need reminding
of the mess you are in...

- Gerry!
- Valerie!

Please, just do as he says.

Whatever he wants, please, just do It.

Look, I've done everything
you asked of me.

I've arrested Lawrence Darlington,
I planted the knife

I burnt evidence from the murder scene.

What more do you want?

I've arrested Lawrence Darlington

I planted the knife,
and I burnt evidence from the murder scene.

What more do you want?

Why are you doing this to me?

Because you had it coming.

No more stalling on Darlington.

I want him charged
in front of a magistrate.

You've got 24 hours

or I start cutting off fingers.

So a mate of mine knows someone
who's done a recent stretch in Durham.

Says he remembers a hard nut
by the name of Bill.

Same scar, same tattoo.

Was doing ten years for manslaughter.

Got released three months back.

Scars and tattoos are
ten a penny in prison.

How can your friend be sure
it's the same man?

Yeah, I'm coming to that.

Now this Bill...

he had a cell mate called Damien.

Posh, good-looking, out of place in prison.

Apparently, Bill protected him.

But get this...

Damien, he has a talent
for swindling rich women.

Are you saying this Damien
and Charles might be one and the same?

It would fit.

You said there was a second masked man,
didn't you, sir? Slim build?

If Charles is indeed an accomplice

he's been reporting to Bill all the time.

But what do they want?

Why target me and my family?

If it is Damien, he's
doing it for the money.

Rich bloke gets knocked off

son gets framed for the murder
and Arabella inherits the lot.

Hence the hasty marriage.

And what about the other one?

What does he get out of it?

- It'll be for a share of the fortune.
- No.

This...

is personal.

Bill, if that's his name...

he wants me to suffer.

I don't know why.

Retribution.

What am I going to do?

The only thing you can do.

Give Bill precisely what he wants.

Father Brown. I am so glad you're back.

I was afraid that I'd upset you
with my rudeness this morning.

On the contrary. I upset you.

No. You had Lawrie's
best interests at heart.

I hope you know I would do anything
in the world to help him.

You still can.

You said Charles was with you
at all times on your trip to Oxford.

Can you be sure that
he never left your side?

Of course I am sure. We got married.

We... we barely set foot outside the hotel.

Why does it matter?

Because you were less than
an hour's drive away from here.

And a car, which we know
is connected with the murder

was stolen from Oxford on Saturday night.

I think that is more than a coincidence.

Well, I'm sorry, Father,
but Charles and I were...

Saturday evening.

I wanted to dine in the restaurant,
but Charles ordered room service.

We had champagne.
It went straight to my head.

I went to bed early.

How early?

About eight?

I slept through till morning,
but Charles was there when I woke up.

He'd ordered breakfast.

Arabella.

I suspect that your champagne
was laced with sleeping pills.

As was your brother's beer in the Red Lion

to ensure that he slept through
your father's murder.

Charles would never do that.

And besides, Daddy died on Sunday.

I was with Charles
that night at the piano bar.

Are you suggesting
he was in two places at once?

He may be working with an accomplice.

No.

Charles loves me.

We danced together until dawn.
He... he even paid the pianist to keep...

playing.

He wanted to be seen.

An alibi.

You're wrong.

Arabella, Lawrence needs your help.

And not just him.

An innocent family's
lives are also at stake.

What family?

Damien?

Quickly, my dear,
we should try to get seats together.

- It is you!
- Charles, do you know this man?

No.

Let me just... darling,
I'll Meet you inside. Alright?

Two ticks.

Do you mind?

I haven't the foggiest idea who you are.

Oh, that's hurtful, cos I know who you are.

Never forget a face, me,
especially one as pretty as yours.

Apparently you're too lofty
for the likes of us, now, are you?

Listen, I really don't have time to chat.
I need to be with my wife.

Oh, that's your wife? I'll come in
with you. You can introduce us.

What do you want?

Are you sure it's wise to entrust
such a task to Sidney Carter, Padre?

He can, as I believe the saying goes

talk the hind legs off a donkey.

You need to go.

Not that way.

What happened to that bruiser of a bloke
you used to knock around with?

Bill something?

We didn't stay in touch.

Pity.

Handy friend to have on the inside.

But I guess you're the type
to make new friends, ain't ya?

What's the matter? You not thirsty?

Look. If it's money you want,
I don't have any.

Oh. Well, that is disappointing.

Here was me thinking
you were gonna make my day.

Still...

you got to give me something as
compensation for forgetting me altogether.

I like your watch.

You know what, I reckon
wearing something nice and shiny like that

might just... restore my self-esteem.

I can't.

It was a gift... from my wife.

She'd notice if it was gone.

Well, I guess you're just going to have to
make up a really good story, ain't you?

But you're good at
that, aren't you, Damien?

Bother me again

and you'll regret it.

Understand?

- I'm so sorry, darling.
- Where on earth have you been?

Poor Arabella has been distraught.

You didn't say which courtroom it was in.

And then I... I thought
perhaps you'd already left.

Well, never mind that.
What happened with Lawrence?

He has been refused bail.

And the committal proceedings
are set for next week.

They're taking him
to some pitiless prison in Wynchurch.

Come on.

Let's, er...

Let's get you home.

Would you get away from that window.
Someone might see you...

Sit.

And I'll make you a nice cup of tea.

Inspector Mallory said I was free to go.

I don't see why I need to sit
in a presbytery all day.

I know you have endured
a lot, Mr Darlington.

We just need you to stay hidden
for another few hours.

Mallory got a call.
Face to face with Bill, 4pm.

The junction of Bruern and North Road.

He's agreed to hand over the family?

He's agreed to take Mallory to 'em,
apparently.

And Mallory can make the arrests.

Goodfellow got a nice,
juicy thumb print off the watch.

Not even a drop of alcohol.

What about the communion wine, Father?

Oh come on, there must
be some in the church.

I thought I told you
to park yourself on that seat.

He might see the car from the road.

We're well hidden here, Inspector.

You shouldn't be here at all.

It could be a trap, sir. I promise
we will follow at a safe distance.

Well, make sure you do.

Any mistakes

and my family pays the price.

Been in the lav a long time.

Oh! Stupid man.

Where do you think he's got to?

Alright.

Can't I finish my pint at least?

I'll buy you ten pints, if that's
what you want. Just not right now.

No, no, no, no!

You, get back to the presbytery.

- I've got to stop him.
- What?

Oh no, you don't. Sid!

...Don't even think about driving.

Sid!

Come on! And we're away.

Get in.

You still don't know who I am, do you?

Just another criminal you put away.

Ten years for someone else's crime.

But you wouldn't remember
little thing like that, would you?

If I made a mistake.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

You will be.

You see, if you cross me

you, your wife or your Kids tell anyone
about what's happened here

I'll come for you.

One by one.

We've been set up.

- Get out.
- Please, what about my family?

I said, get out.

Go!

Sid, I swear,
if anything happens to this beer

I'll strangle you with my bare hands.

What, your bare hands, hey?

Oh, hello.

That's Bill.

- Then block him.
- What?

Just brake!

Sid!

Looking for these?

Perhaps so you can drug
the next poor woman on her honeymoon?

Darling.

Whatever that priest told you

he's wrong.

I'd never do anything to hurt you.

I packed your things
because I want you to come with me.

I love you.

You don't love anyone.

And the police are already on their way.

Mr Devlin...

Please.

Just tell me where they are.

I remember your case now.

Yeah. Now you've had
a chance to look into it.

An old man died.
He fell down the stairs during a burglary.

And I didn't touch him.

You had a history
of burgling houses in the area.

Your toolbox had a crowbar in it.

I told you that I had gone straight.

And I had an alibi

which you ignored.

He was a petty criminal.

That is not good enough!

You took my life!

I had a wife too, once.

A new baby on the way.

And now

they don't even want to know me.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

Because now.

I have something you want.

Something you care about.

How many other people's lives
have you ruined, Inspector?

I don't...

I should have been more thorough.

If I could go back and undo it, I would.
But please...

I'm begging you.

Don't make my family
suffer for my mistakes.

Three days.

- What?
- That's how long you can live without water.

So I would say that gives them about...

one day left.

Tick tock, Inspector.

Still nothing.

Damien Tarrow's the same.
All he'll say is "No comment, old chap."

That's the best you'll get
out of a slippery git like him.

It's no use, Padre. I tried to tell him
I'm sorry. He won't listen.

And are you...

sorry?

Sergeant Goodfellow showed me the file.

You convicted an innocent man, didn't you?

He blames me for losing his family
and now he wants to take mine.

Oh, God forgive me.

Would you like me to hear your confession?

Bless me, Father, for...

I have sinned.

It has been many years
since my last confession.

I failed an innocent man.

I assumed he was guilty
and I didn't try hard enough

to find the truth.

He's right about me. This is who I am.

I cut corners, I am lazy,
I am selfish and I let people down.

You are fallible, Inspector, as are we all.

No.

All I've cared about is myself.

Always myself.

Even more than my own wife.

And children.

And now
they're going to die because of me.

And they don't even know.

They don't even know how much...

I love them.

They will know, Inspector.

Wherever they are, they will know.

Please, Father.

Tell God to spare them.

I'll do anything.

I need a priest already, do I?

Quick march to the gallows, I suppose.

I'm hoping that justice
will treat you fairly this time...

Mr Devlin.

And you are a man that believes in justice

are you not?

Then why frame Lawrence Darlington?

An innocent man?

Which is just what you were...

an innocent man.

Just as Inspector Mallory's family

are blameless.

He sent me to a deep, dark hole.

And left me there to rot.

So now, Inspector Mallory's precious family

will get to know
exactly what that feels like.

Mr Devlin.

You must tell us where they are.

I'll make him swing for this,
if it's the last thing I do.

That's fair enough.

And I hate to be the one to say it,
but if Valerie and the kids are found

there's nothing to prove
that Bill even took them.

With respect, sir,
you destroyed all the evidence

to prove he killed Phillip Darlington, too.

Do you really think I'd be stupid enough
to destroy evidence?

Well, this is the fibre
and the sand residue from the rug.

I... I could have sworn...
I was being watched, Sergeant.

I had to make it look convincing.

Also, Devlin had this in his possession.

The Darlington's front door key

duplicated at a locksmith in Kembleford.

Identified as one Damien Tarrow.

So now we have a solid case
against both of them.

But what good is that
if my family are going to die?

May I?

This sandy residue from Bill's boots
has been used to mop up a spillage.

It's aviation fuel. I swear it.

The airfield used to
reek of this in the war.

Coldrock airfield.

Where?

Valerie!

Janet, John! Can you hear me?

They're not here.

We were wrong.

No.

They're here somewhere.

Mr Devlin said that Valerie and the
children would know what it was like

to be in a deep, dark hole.

Perhaps they're underground.

What about an old air raid shelter?

- Valerie!
- This way.

There it is, there.

Got it.

Move it, move it.

Children!

- Daddy!
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Gerry! Gerry!
- Daddy!

Oh, my family, my family.

I'm sure it was a very touching scene.

But you still owe me
the price of two beer barrels.

Put it on the inspector's tab. He's paying.

First time for everything.

You can't blame him for celebrating.

You did a good thing, Sid Carter.

Well, I had a good helper.

Well, that went well.

Oh, Sidney.
Maybe it's time you took the hint.

- I think she likes you.
- Perhaps it is time to move on.

Then again, I'm not
the best judge of romance.

I just wanted to say

my family have been through
quite an ordeal

but they're recovering well
and wish me to send their thanks.

As for me, er...

I know my recent professional conduct
may have fallen below the high standards

that you have all come to expect from me.

But you'll be pleased to hear

that I have charged Bill Devlin
with murder, kidnapping

possession of a firearm

and Damien Tarrow
with accessory to murder

kidnapping, stealing a car,
drugging his wife...

Perhaps we could move on, Inspector.

Ah! Of course.

Ahem, suffice to say...

thanks to my quick-thinking
in preserving crucial evidence.

I was able to prove their guilt.

So you can rest assured

that justice will be served.

Did he just thank himself?

Remarkable.

To you all.

My friends.