All language subtitles for Father Brown (2013) - S09E10.eng

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you asked for, Lord Montague.

Thank you.

No more calls, Miss Maitland.

I'm leaving in exactly two minutes

only contactable in case of emergency,
on pain of death.

Oh and uh, Happy New Year.

I just...

Special Branch? Yes, go on.

This better be good, Jones.

If I don't get ahead of this snhowstorm...

Contact Kembleford Police.

Get every available officer
to my estate immediately.

- Sir Charles! Lady Hakeworth!
- Hello.

Thrilled you could make it.

Our pleasure, Lady Felicia.

...My personal physician, Dr Muthomi.

Welcome to Montague, Doctor.

Delighted to be here.

Where's Monty?

I've an admirably geriatric bottle
of Talisker I'd like his opinion on.

- Due any moment. Hornby...
- My lady.

Show our guests of honour to their rooms
and bring up a decanter for the whisky.

Thank you again for your help, Sidney.

It's not every day you get to drive
the Minister of Defence.

That's the lot.

- What's next?
- Hornby has a tuxedo for you.

For me?

You want me at the ball?

I invited you as a guest, not an employee.

On two conditions.

Don't get too drunk.

And you must ask at
least one lady to dance.

Dance?

Male partners are
a trifle thin on the ground this year.

Monty!

- See? Nothing to worry about.
- Oh!

- It's just you.
- Oh that's charming.

Sorry, Monty's gone AWOL.

- We come bearing gifts.
- Thank you.

- Let me guess. Scones?
- "Award-winning strawberry scones."

Scones would be totally unsuitable
for an occasion like this.

Petit fours, French!

Just imagine, my baking being sampled
by a future Prime Minister.

Oh! Lord Finchmore.

Robert, please.

I hear "Lord Finchmore" I think my
father's ghost is stood behind me.

Still writing poetry?

For my sins.

Where's my rogue of an uncle?

On his way, if he knows
what's good for him.

Is that Ruth Moulton?

Bunty!

- I recognised your car.
- Ruth...

- Last I heard, you were off to Oxford.
- Ah, yes.

St Hilda's and I had a little falling out.

I got sent down.

Oh, dear!
Well, you'll have to tell me all about it.

- But for now, let's all get in from the cold.
- Yes.

...This is a private event!

I've orders to seal off the estate.

Nobody's allowed in or out, m'lady.

Under whose authority?

Your husband's.

You found out what's going on?

Not yet.

- The Inspector told me to "be elsewhere".
- Yeah. Something's up though.

- They're searching the grounds.
- - Probably some miscreant at large.

Sidney, do you not
have duties to attend to?

Sid has been invited to the ball.

- Oh, wonderful! You must be thrilled, Sid.
- Not really.

Oh, come on, Mrs M,
why won't you join us.

Well it's all very well for you,
with your wardrobes full of fancy frocks.

I'm hardly going to
fit in in this now am I.

Is that all? We have bundles of ballgowns.
I can help pick something out for you.

Oh, say you'll come.

Oh, alright. Well, just for you.

Come on.

"Andante" from String Quartet
No. 13 in A Minor by Schubert.

Sure nothing's wrong?

They're probably here to arrest you,
Lord Finchmore.

For crimes against literature.

I'd rather be a bad poet
than a bad politician, Sir Charles.

- At least my words don't Kill people.
- Not for lack of trying.

Ah! Pretty as a picture.

Pictures are intended to be gawped at,
Sir Charles.

I'd prefer an intelligent conversation.

Hello, everyone.

Monty! Finally!

Lady Felicia was considering
sending out a search party.

My humblest apologies.

- Where have you been?
- I'll explain.

First, Sir Charles, a word in private.

- Uh, perhaps you'd join us, Father?
- And me?

Am I allowed to know
what's about to happen in my own home?

A rather delicate matter.

Yes, why not?

Ah! I'm obliged to you, sir.

Special Branch believes
the death threat is credible.

And I told them, it's an occupational
hazard. Ask Julius Caesar.

What did the death threat say?

"Hakeworth must answer for his crimes.

The Red Death is coming."

Red Death?

Communists! Should've known.

Maybe you should return to London?

You'll never get through the snow.

Montague's safe, easily protected.

I'll protect you
until Special Branch arrives.

I'll stick to you like glue.

But we've been planning
this ball for months.

Fear not, Cinderella.

It shall go ahead.

I insist.

Sir Charles!

I know Lord Montague
thinks highly of you, Father

but I don't need a priest just yet.

It's a hoax! Eden's on his last legs.

I'll soon have the support
to succeed Churchill.

Someone wants to put the wind up me.

But you don't know who?

I doubt my enemies would give notice
before sticking a knife in my back.

Except...

Just his puerile humour.

Finchmore!

Well?

Is he in danger?

Edgar Allen Poe's chilling allegory.

The Red Death, argues that darkness and
decay hold illimitable dominion over all.

Even the rich and powerful
will face judgement.

Luckily, whoever wishes
to dispense said judgment

would do well to get
through a police cordon.

Unless the fox is already
amongst the chickens.

You've lost your marbles.

This prank proves that you're
as feeble-minded as your father.

Mention him again, I dare you.

Good to see you again, Miss Moulton.

Dr Muthomi.

Haven't you got the message?

Keep away from us.

Who knew Sir Charles
would be at Montague tonight?

Well, I mentioned it to Ruth.
She lives in Charles' constituency.

How do you know her?

Daughter of a friend of a friend.
We used to invite her round

to keep Bunty company.

It became a tradition.

I warned Robert
that Sir Charles was attending.

Warned?

He's always despised Sir Charles.

Robert's a tormented soul.

His father, Monty's brother-in-law,
killed himself a few years ago.

Lady Hakeworth knew they were coming,
of course.

- And Dr Muthomi.
- Fascinating chap.

Lady Hakeworth found him
in an orphanage in Nairobi.

Brilliant mind.

Took him in, paid for his education.

- They adopted him?
- Not officially.

Sir Robert didn't think having a Kenyan
for a son would help his political career.

Oh! I nearly forgot.

This was put on my desk by mistake.

It's erm...

from an old friend in uh... New York.

Whenever she visits a restaurant,
she insists on sending me a review, erm...

I should go and check on the catering.

I believe I'm in the doghouse.

My dearest Felicia...

I feel your absence more keenly
with every day that passes

yet your last letter gave me hope.

In return, I wish to give you something.

A choice.

You know Sir Charles is only courting you.

He wants your backing
to become Prime Minister.

Please tell me you're not working.

Sorry. Sorry. Last minute problems
with the Gunner Day report.

I hoped, for once,
you'd prioritise your friends and family.

Me, even!

- But to be late to your own party...
- I'm here now.

Are you?

Even when we're together,
your mind is elsewhere.

I wonder if I packed a bag and left

how long it would even take you
to even notice that I'd gone?

Sorry, I...

No, no. You're right.

We'll talk.

Tonight, however,
we must keep up appearances for our guests.

Very well.

I'm ready if you are.

"Andante" from Divertimento in D major
K. 136 by Mozart.

Do you know if Sir Charles has tried
one of my petit fours yet?

Surely only a matter of time.

I can't see.

Robert, Ruth. Please may I
introduce you to Sidney Carter?

Pleasure to make your acquaintance.

I recognise you.

You used to be the chauffer.

Oh, poor old Felicia.

So many guests dropping out with the
weather she's forced to make up the numbers.

Excuse me.

What did I say?

Ladies, gentlemen.
Welcome to our Annual Masked Ball.

Thank you for coming.

Now, the more observant amongst you
will have noticed

the uh... constabulary outside.

I told the Inspector he wasn't invited
but he wouldn't take no for an answer so...

Nothing to be alarmed by, erm,
just an added precaution, that's all.

Uh, there is plenty of food and drink
so indulge yourselves

and have a wonderful time.

Music!

"In a Monastery Garden"
by Albert Ketelbey.

Uh, a petit four, Sir Charles?

Uh, Lady Hakeworth?

Yes, alright.

Sir Charles?

Oh, darling?

Are you alright, Sir Charles?

A migraine.

I might have a lie down.

I'll come with you.

The devil you will.

Don't eat that.
It's been on the floor.

Excuse me.

"Tritsch Tratsch Polka"
by Johann Strauss li.

Not dancing, Dr Muthomi?

I have no desire to create a spectacle.

Oh, I'm sure that Lord and Lady Montague
wish for all their guests

to enjoy themselves.

Perhaps Miss Moulton would like a dance.

That would not be appropriate,
professionally speaking.

Is she a patient of yours?

No, she... She knows
Sir Charles, that's all.

Hope you manage to have some fun.

Done a sweep. Nothing to report.

But we've checked your list of those
aware of Sir Charles' attendance.

Turns out Lord Finchmore has a record.

Drunk and disorderly, assault.

Fisticuffs over cards, I believe.
Ancient history.

Then there's Miss Moulton.

Don't mind me.

Sent down from Oxford University
for ill-advised acts of protest

in support of the Mau Mau.

Ah, Sir Charles is sending
further troops to Kenya.

Perhaps Miss Moulton wishes
to scare him into changing his mind?

Excuse me, gentlemen.
I should check on our guests.

Just had word from Special Branch, sir.

Storm's getting worse. Their
officers are stuck outside Kiddington.

Then it's lucky for them
I have everything under control.

I went to check on Charles.
The door's locked. He's not answering.

I'll be hauled over the coals for this.

- The Inspector says you sh...
- He's my husband.

I'm sorry, sir.

I've given Lady Hakeworth a sedative.

- She's sleeping.
- Cause of death?

Sir Charles was strangled
or garrotted, to be precise.

Well, there wasn't much sign of a struggle.

A strong man could've rendered him
unconscious in seconds.

Of course, it was only
a superficial assessment.

- If you require a more thorough examination...
- Do it! I need answers.

I should make an announcement.

If people learn there's been a murder,
they may panic and try to leave.

Hate to say it, but the Padre's right.
The cordon breaks, the killer vanishes.

- Best keep silent.
- - What about interviewing witnesses?

Well there's no rush.
We'll check for fingerprints

secure the crime scene,
wait for Special Branch.

Do something for me, Father.

Find the devil who did this.

Any indication of what was used
to strangle the victim?

Hard to say.

- A cord, a rope...
- A dog collar...

Oh wait, it's none of your business!

No sign of a weapon, sir.

But this was in a bin down the corridor.

Murderer must've locked the door
behind them then disposed of the key.

Probably to delay the body being found.

Looks like there's a fingerprint though.

Only a partial one, mind,
but I'll get it looked at.

Good work, Sergeant.

Talking of fingerprints

have you seen Mr Charles' fingers?

Abrasions?

From where he tried
to remove the ligature, perhaps?

Quite possibly.

Downstairs, he was unwell.

Between us...

he'd been drinking since we first arrived.

Whisky.

Brought his own.

So where is it?

I require acetone for cleaning
my medical equipment.

So I don't contaminate the body.

With your permission,
I know who may have some.

Be discreet.

And you, Padre.

"Abrasions from where he tried
to remove the ligature"?

I've been reading
Kerr's Guide to Forensic Medicine, sir.

You see, I was thinking
of taking my inspector's exams.

Sorry, I thought you were j...

Your inspector's exams?

I'd hoped for your blessing, sir, but...

Stupid of me.
Just forget I said anything, sir.

Right.

Well, I need you to start taking
the fingerprints from the guests.

Say it's an additional security measure.

Yes, sir.

What on Earth is the matter?

I'm leaving Monty.

No, no. You can't mean that.

What has bought all this on?

Someone.

An uh... an acquaintance.

A man...

has asked me to elope.

So not exactly an acquaintance then?

I said no...

but in truth, I'm...

Tempted by his Gallic charms?

You knew!

I had my suspicions.

Then I saw his handwriting on the envelope.

Wait a minute. You...

- You can't mean Flambeau?
- I know!

But I can't deny
there's something between us.

He's so exciting and handsome and...

And an immoral, deceitful thief.

Well at least Hercule treasures me.

Monty may have loved me once but now he's as
passionate and demonstrative as a biscuit!

Anyway, I thought Flambeau
had gone to America?

He's been writing to me.

And now he's sent an aeroplane ticket
so that I can join him.

- Have you told Lord Montague you are unhappy?
- I shouldn't have to!

Sometimes we don't notice
that which we see every day.

Excuse me for changing the subject

but I wondered if you would join
Bunty and I in the kitchen downstairs.

...- I need your assistance.

I would ask Sid as well,
but he seems to have vanished.

Well, that can wait.

Whatever it is, it is far more important

- that you talk some sense into her...
- Sir Charles Hakeworth is dead.

What?

How?

Well, I was rather hoping
you'd help me to find out.

Why can't you just leave it to the police?

It will take hours to compare
all the fingerprints of the guests

and the murderer might escape.

And we've no idea what was used
to strangle Sir Charles?

Except that it scratched his fingertips
as he fought to remove it.

So we know the how and the where
but not the who, the why or the with what?

Indeed.

Only Lord Finchmore, Miss Moulton.

Lady Hakeworth and Dr Muthomi
knew that Sir Charles would be here.

- Bunty, you know Miss Moulton?
- A little.

I saw her talking to
Lord Finchmore earlier.

Check whether they can give each other an
alibi for the time of Sir Charles' death.

Will do.

I will talk to the staff

to see if Dr Muthomi left after Sir Charles
from the ballroom.

The doctors hardly going

to kill his own patient, is he?

Not just a patient.

His father figure who refused
to acknowledge him as his legal child.

Well what about Lady Hakeworth?

She had an opportunity
when she went to check on Sir Charles.

Opportunity, yes.

Motive, no.

I don't mind mingling with the guests,
pick up any gossip.

In order to bring a murderer to justice.

Thank you, Mrs McCarthy.

What shall I do?
Look for Sid?

Perhaps you should look
to your husband first.

Once more unto the breach?

Father?

There is someone else
I need to ask for help.

Sid?

I feel sick.

One over the eight?

Just the one full stop.

...Single malt...

and something else.

Where did you find this?

It's important.

Well, I decided the ball wasn't for me,
so I went upstairs.

I saw someone stashing that in a cupboard

and I thought, "Must be decent

if they're going to the trouble
of hiding it".

Did you see their face?

No.

They were wearing a mask.

Red skull.

The Red Death.

Bunty!

Seeking respite from the madding crowd?

I was just hoping to
have a moment with Ruth.

I'll get some more Champagne.

Only a bit of fun.

No other men at this
party worth talking to.

Oh, well don't let me stop you.

I just wanted to tell you something,
and please be discreet about it.

Sir Charles is dead.

Dead? How?

Strangled.

Well, Robert and I have been
together the whole time.

You certain of that?

Yes.

And a good thing for Robert.

He's never hidden the fact
he loathes Sir Charles.

Do you know why?

It may help find the Killer.

All I know is he blames Sir Charles
for his father's death.

Sounds like motive to me.

But if Robert's innocent,
he has nothing to fear.

They found a fingerprint.

Miss Moulton, you're here.

Did you bring acetone
for removing nail varnish?

I need some for my work.

If it's no bother.

Uh yes, I'll fetch some now.

Uh... and as you say,
Robert has nothing to fear.

About what?

Sir Charles has been murdered.

I uh... I wanted to apologise.

I've been vile to you all evening.

No, no, no, no.
You've been under a lot of pressure

- getting everything ready...
- Well it's more than that.

You must know, I...

I haven't been happy for a...

for a very long time.

Must I? Perhaps. Yes.

So...

What are you saying?

Well, how do you feel?

About me?

Feel about you? You're my wife!

And?

Let's not get into this right now, hm?
We'll talk later, I promise.

So...

You think Sir Charles was drugged?

Whatever was in that decanter
knocked Sid for six.

I had to make him
a very strong cup of coffee.

The use of medication
rather points at Dr Muthomi.

Nobody saw the doctor leave the ballroom

but that doesn't prove
he didn't slip out unnoticed.

Did you speak to Miss Moulton?

Yes. Apparently Robert blames Sir Charles
for his father's death

but Ruth insists they were together
the whole time.

Well that is very odd
because one of the guests told me

that Lord Finchmore and Lady Hakeworth
were seen arguing on the landing.

How dare you!

You're a disgrace to your family name,
spreading these lies.

Your precious husband's
not the saint you think he is.

Shall I tell you how my father found out?

Perhaps what Lady Hakeworth found out
about her husband drove her to murder?

So where was Ruth during all this?

Heaven only knows.
That young lady spells trouble.

And Lady Hakeworth has been saying as much
to anyone who'll listen.

What did Ruth do to her?

Well, apparently Miss Moulton
turned up at their house uninvited

making a fuss over
some petition about Kenya.

Oh, Sir Charles quite rightly
sent her packing.

- What happened?
- I...

I came to fetch some acetone
for Dr Muthomi

and that thing was in here.

He had a knife.

Fetch the doctor.

Quickly.

I'm scared, Father.

God is with you...

and so am I.

The doctor says she is in grave danger.

Let us pray that help arrives soon.

You saw the culprit?

He was wearing the Red Death mask.

If Miss Moulton was getting acetone
for Dr Muthomi, where was he?

He was with me.

Lady Hakeworth!
We didn't realise you were awake.

I heard the commotion.

Dr Muthomi was in your room?

I cried out in my sleep.
He came to my aid.

Have you caught my husband's murderer yet?

Our investigations are ongoing,
Your Ladyship.

Lady Hakeworth.

What did Lord Finchmore
accuse your husband of doing?

You were seen arguing with him.

He made the baseless claim
that Charles had a liaison

with Lord Finchmore's mother

prompting his father's suicide.

Whoever killed Sir Charles

why would they want
to attack that young lady?

There must be a connection.

Lake Hakeworth. Is it true
that Miss Moulton visited your home?

Oh yes.

Brandishing her petition.

Which Sir Charles rejected?

Naturally. When that failed,
she tried her feminine wiles

which were also rejected, might I add.

- Miss Moulton made advances on...
- - The moment she got Charles alone.

If you don't believe me, ask Dr Muthomi.

He saw her scurrying off
with her tail between her legs.

Oh, Sidney, how are you feeling now?

Like a hedgehog's nesting in my skull.

And then there were three.

Lady Hakeworth, Dr Muthomi,
or Lord Finchmore?

Well, it has to be Lord Finchmore.

He's keen on Miss Moulton

finds out she threw herself at Sir Charles

and attacks them both in jealous rage.

But until today,
Robert hadn't seen Ruth in years

and the death threat
was sent hours earlier.

What if we accept Lord Finchmore's claim
that Sir Charles was an adulterer?

A young attractive woman turns up
at his house uninvited and leaves in tears.

What are you saying, Father?

That it wasn't her that
threw herself at him?

You think he assaulted her?

No, but Miss Moulton can't be the Red Death

because you saw the killer running
from her room while she was still inside.

But what if someone else
got revenge on her behalf?

The only witness to Sir Charles' crime.

The doctor, you mean?

Well, if that were true

why then stab Ruth?

I feel like I let Lady F down.

Oh, it's hardly your fault.

Yeah, but I shouldn't be pilfering
other people's whisky, should I?

If that's how you feel

it's not too late to make amends.

How did it go with...

Monty couldn't offer me
one word of affection.

I rather think we've reached
the end of the road.

With permission, I'd like to accompany her
to the hospital. She's lost a lot of blood.

I'd like that.

- Perhaps I could escort them, sir.
- Very well. Go with her.

Before you leave doctor Muthomi

might I trouble you for a painkiller?

- Headache.
- No time, Father.

Surely you must have some in your bag?

- We must go.
- Open your bag! I insist.

Thought you'd sneak past the cordon
in the ambulance, did you?

He deserved it!

After him!

Get her to the hospital!

Don't worry. He won't get away.

"The Danube Waves"
by losif Ivanovici.

Just remember what I taught you.

I'll do my best.

So who's it going to be?

Ah, Mathilda Pitcher, she's a sweetheart.

Lily Mansfield? Lily's a bit of a handful.

Nah, I know just the girl for me.

Who?

Mrs M, will you do me the honour?

Oh, Sidney. Well, that would be lovely.

Sidney, you're quite the dancer.

That was my shin.

- Yeah, well Rome wasn't built in a day, Mrs M.
- Oh!

Would you like to dance?

Who knows when we'll have
another opportunity?

You know Sidney, you're quite wrong.

You are the perfect gentleman.

Goodfellow, search the back of the room.

Ladies and gentlemen, your attention
please. This is urgent police business.

Please remove your masks.

Immediately!

The escape's surrounded, Doctor.
There's no escape!

Inspector!

Dr Muthomi, I'm arresting you...

Oh, get off me!

Let me go...

...or she dies.

I need to have a word with the patient.

I had to see you again to make sure.

Sure of what?

Your wound.

It isn't real, is it?

Dr Muthomi faked it
with blood from his arm.

Don't be ridiculous.

Look at me.

I am.

I saw men with wounds like that
in the Great War.

The blood kept coming
until they were drenched.

And yours is beginning to dry.

At first, I thought
that Dr Muthomi stabbed you

so that he could escape in the ambulance.

But why stab the woman
that he was avenging?

And now I know that it was you

who were trying to escape.

Think about this!

Walk out of here
or I kill her and take my chances.

- Your choice.
- No, you can go, but not with her.

- She's my protection.
- Elliot, please! Don't do this.

Take me, instead.
I won't struggle, you have my word.

Monty, no.

I'm not going to stand here
and let him take you away from me.

Me for her. You and I leave together.

No tricks?

- I swear it.
- Don't do this.

- Oh!
- If you go with him

he'll kill you as soon
as you're out the door!

Better me than her.

Monty...

Felicia, I love you.

I adore you. I always have.

- I'm sorry I didn't tell you more often.
- Oh no!

Do what I say!

And why, of all the people here

did he seek you out to ask for acetone?

Unless he knew that you were the murderer

and he wanted to warn you
that the police had found your fingerprint?

I'm hardly capable of murdering a man
with my bare hands.

You didn't use your bare hands.

Sir Charles' fingertips were scratched
as he fought to free himself.

And upstairs.

I found these

and I remembered the jewels on your belt.

The murder weapon
was hiding in plain sight.

No!

God is watching you, Ruth...

and he knows what happened.

And so do I.

Sir Charles invited me into his study.

Said he was interested
in what I had to say.

Then he came closer

the stench of whisky on his breath.

I tried to fight him off

but...

Help.

I couldn't sleep for weeks.

I could barely breathe.

Then I heard he was coming tonight.

And I knew...

it would be my only chance.

Then why the death threat?

Why warn him he was in danger?

A man like that...

I wanted him to know
what it was like to be afraid.

And the sedative in his whisky?

So he'd be too weak to fight back.

When they found Sir Charles' body

the doctor came to me,
like you said.

Told me I had to escape.

But they would only let you
through the cordon

if they thought your life was in danger.

I thought, if I killed him

it would make the pain stop.

I can only imagine
the pain you have suffered.

But you must search your heart.

Dr Muthomi risked everything
to help you escape.

Can you let him hang
for the murder you committed?

I won't hurt you.

- Now walk.
- You can't trust a word he says.

He stabbed a young woman!
He murdered the Minister of Defence!

He did neither!

I killed Sir Charles.

I'm the Red Death.

Why?

Because he rejected you?

No, because...

he thought his power and privilege
meant he could take whatever he wanted.

He could live without consequence.

He was wrong.

But Father Brown saw
the Red Death running from your bedroom

while you were still inside!

That was Dr Muthomi.

It was a ploy

to prove that Miss Moulton
wasn't the Red Death.

He gave me the slip

then hid in the room
where Lady Hakeworth was sleeping.

Is that not so, Doctor?

I knew what Sir Charles did

and I said nothing, to my eternal shame.

None of this is your fault.

You only tried to help me.

But it's over now, so...

Please, let Lord Montague go.

Forgive me, Lord Montague.

Lady Felicia.

I'd never harm you.

Father, why have they arrested the doctor?
I told them it was me.

Helping you try to escape
made him an accessory after the fact.

It was my choice.

I'm only sorry I did not act sooner.

What should I do?

Tell the truth and pray.

Pray? Little late for that.

It's never too late.

Forgiveness and love
are always there for you.

You wish for me to repent

but I can't be sorry that man is dead.

Do not let him cast a shadow
over the rest of your life.

God will show you the light

if you let him in.

Come on.

Wait!

I knew what he was. Deep down.

I wouldn't let myself see it.

I want you to know.

I believe you.

At times like this
one must be grateful for what one has.

So, my friends, my family...

with the New Year nearly upon us,
I wish you all love and kindness.

To 1954!

To 1954!

Thank you for inviting me.

Most fun I've had in ages.

Offering to sacrifice yourself like that?

So awfully brave.

If only I'd shown
a bit of backbone years ago.

What would you have done?

Talked.

About the children that never came.

The pain it caused.

Instead I let it tear us apart.

We both did.

So, what now?

I only ever wanted you to fight for me.

For us.

I will.

I swear it.

Every single day.

There are erm...

things I must tell you.

Things I've done.

It's New Year's Eve.

How about we concentrate on the future?

You should take those exams.

Really, sir? Well, thank you.
Why the change of heart?

You're a good copper.

Look, the truth is...

we need more inspectors like you.

I only hesitated because...

I've got used to having you around.

Well, it'll take some time, sir.

I'm not the quickest learner,
so you'll have to put up with me

for a little while yet.

I'll cope, Goodfellow.

I'll cope.

Well, that was an experience.

Next year, I say we hit The Red Lion
for a few quiet pints instead.

At least the storm seems to have passed.

Poor Ruth. What will happen to her?

We'll pray the courts show mercy.

I thought you might be able
auction that off at the next fete.

A one-way ticket to New York?

There must be one member of the
congregation you'd like to see the back of?

On behalf of the church roof
restoration fund, I thank you.

- I thank you.
- Right.

Are we all met?

Yes.

- Oh, no.
- Ah-ha.

Five...

Four...

Three...

Two...

One.

Happy New Year!

- A-ha-ha!
- Oh, look!