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Father Brown (2013) 1x04: The Man in the Tree
Original air date: January 17, 2013

It'll be nice
having a German visiting.

Very nice indeed.

I'm sure he'll know where he is
without the flag.

Sid?

Father, I think that's him.

Father Franc, I presume?
Father Brown.

Mrs McCarthy, parish secretary.
Welcome.

- Good morning.
- Bishop Talbot sends his apologies.

He did so want to meet you himself

but, unfortunately,
a diocesan matter came up.

Not that he resents Germans.

So... ich bin dein Host!

- Ah... danke schön.
- Father, English, please.

Shall we?

Who'd have thought it,
the train was on time!

Ja, I heard it's quite a rarity
in England.

Our trains run like clockwork,
actually, Father.

Ja, of course, and we have Britain
to thank for the Industrial Revolution.

Yes. Such a pity so many of
our great factories were destroyed.

I think I should warn you that
the war is still a painful memory

for some of our parishioners.

No one blames you personally,
of course.

We're very excited about
your Mass for Peace on Tuesday.

Are you?

Are you excited, Father Franc?

My God!

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

I just heard this... moaning,
and there he was.

Oh, Father Brown,
thank heavens you're here.

- This is a crime scene.
- It's all right, they're with me.

He's still alive.
Your presence is not required.

Although I suspect...

...if you check,

you'll find a carriage
with a shattered window.

The proximity to the viaduct
hadn't escaped me.

Stripped? On a train?
What was he up to?

- Any clues as to who he is?
- No.

Now, I really must ask you to leave,

and please take your colleague
with you.

Perhaps a nice cup of tea?

Father, what if he dies
without being identified?

I'm sure the Inspector will do
all he can.

But what if he has a family out there,
worried sick about him?

We'll be late for mass.

Father Franc has travelled
all the way from Germany to visit us.

Is that what they call
an invasion these days?

His parishioners in Berlin
bear many of the scars

that have marked our families.

I trust you will all attend
his Mass for Peace on Tuesday.

And let's not forget Father Franc's
welcome soiree this evening.

A seasonal buffet will be provided.

Ah, Annie, welcome back.

I'm so glad you could join us today.

Don't be. I only come
to get up people's noses.

A month in prison has once again
failed to reform that woman.

Yes.

Well, Annie's life has not been
blessed with opportunity.

Well, that's hardly an excuse for...

Yes, Mrs McCarthy?

Bad manners.

No, of course not.

But it does explain her prostitution.

God bless, Father.

I noticed you were on the train
this morning.

Yes?

Did you spot anything suspicious
on your journey?

No. I slept the whole way.
If you'll excuse me, Father.

Annie!

Prison food make you thin again.

I finish cleaning
and I cook for you.

- Never offered to cook for me.
- Cos you eat with your mouth open.

Have you seen who's staying
at the presbytery?

- Lucky girl.
- Susie, no, you don't want to...

Are you Father Brown's guest?
Hello. I'm Susie, his housekeeper.

Guten Morgen. Erm... morning.
Pleased to meet you.

Susie, I said...

So now I scrub floor for Germans?

Poland help you to win war and...

Right now, I see Poland
means nothing to you people.

Well, I didn't...
Hang on a sec, Susie!

Sid...

- Oh, brilliant.
- May have a word?

Do you know this man?

If you paid your artist, I might do.

Hmm... I hear you were on the train.
Did you see anything suspicious?

I did see Annie Mace
coming out of first class.

I suspect she didn't have a ticket.

A man was pushed
from the first-class carriage.

- Where did Annie get to?
- Um, she was here a moment ago.

Right, I'll need a witness statement.

Any chance we could just forget
what I just said?

Annie has problems with the police.
Perhaps I should speak to her?

Best to keep out of the investigation,
eh, Father?

- Mrs McCarthy?
- Oh.

- The Good Samaritan.
- There's a parable I hold dear.

All alone, Father. Who is he?

The body carries a thousand clues.

The red mark on your nose tells me

you were reading
into the early hours.

Well, it's true.

The Gospel of Luke
never fails to enthral.

I expect Bill has a wife somewhere,
worried to death.

- Bill?
- I had to give him a name.

Now, I promised Mrs Murphy
a light tea before this soiree.

Her majesty's buffet fare
agrees with neither of us.

Father?

I need to speak to Annie Mace.

Oh, what about this one?

What? What are you laughing at?
I just said, "I like your smile."

- In which language?
- Ooh-hoo!

I'm going to make you your own
little bit of Poland, just like home.

Listen, why don't you go
and see Annie? Eh?

Her lady prison yarns
are always a good laugh.

No, I do my job properly.

- Since when?
- Sid, please.

I'd stay out of her way, if I was you.

So where in Poland are you from?

I'm just here to clean. All right?

I was hoping it might take more than
a few hours before I saw you, Annie.

No, you weren't. You love it.

A witness saw you leave
the first-class carriage in distress.

I didn't budge from
the delights of third class.

A man was pushed
from the first-class carriage

shortly before the train
reached Kembleford.

Let's cut to the chase, Inspector.

We both know you've only
brought me here for one thing.

You do realise you're a suspect
in an attempted murder investigation?

- Ten years ago, you...
- That was self defence and you know it.

I won't be made the scapegoat for this.

- Your weekly visitor, sir.
- Oh!

He says it's urgent.

We gave Micky Spratt a ticking off.

His mum says he won't be drawing
rude things on your cart again.

I was on that train.

Is there something
you'd like to tell me, Christy?

Not especially.

I was in third class.
I didn't see anything suspicious.

Right... thank you.

Christy, did you happen
to see Annie Mace at all?

I was worried because
she was sitting close by.

You hear stories
about her pinching stuff.

Did she leave the carriage
or seem distressed?

No. She didn't leave her seat once.

We've a witness
who's certain she did.

I'm very sure she didn't.

So my witness is lying then?

I feel certain Bill is
a good Christian man.

The look of peace
that came over his face

when I read to him from Corinthians.

Are you quite sure?
He was found almost naked.

- Have you seen Annie at all?
- Not yet.

Oh, she'll be here.

One whiff of free food
and she's like a rat up a drainpipe.

Oh, talk of the devil.

Unlike Miss Mace
to be free of an evening.

So nice of Lady Felicia to wheel out
the old folk before they die.

If Mrs McCarthy had soiree,
the only guests would be her and cat!

- How lovely you both look.
- Liar.

Annie, Sid tells me
you may have witnessed something

in the first-class carriage.

No.

- The man in tree? Are you witness?
- Course not!

- Maybe you could speak to her?
- Why is everyone pointing finger?

She was so nice to me when I come
here. She would not push man.

Remember your promise.

Ladies and gentlemen, our most
welcome German guest, Father Franc.

Er, hello...

Thank you for this wonderful, um...
soiree, Lady Felicia.

Hear, hear!

And thank you all for welcoming me
to your beautiful country.

Has he seen Coventry? Hmm?

Well, thank you for coming and...

Form an orderly queue, ladies!

Eh?

Annie seems to think
she didn't witness anything on the train.

You are having a laugh?
Father, there is a free buffet.

Let your hair down for once.

So... better get in early if you want
to ride on my "motor-sicle".

It's not motorcycle,
it's "motor-sicle".

Looks expensive.

- That's the fruits of hard graft, darling.
- Good evening.

- I apologise. I approached uninvited.
- Didn't stop you in Poland, did it?

Oh, what have you done?

- Ow!
- Here you are, let me.

- It needs to be cleaned.
- It's fine.

- It's OK, come on.
- It's fine...

A respectable member
of the community

has contradicted
your witness statement.

Apparently, Annie Mace
didn't move from third class.

- And I hear that contraption outside's yours.
- Mm-hm.

- How did you afford it?
- My granny gave me 50 quid.

Your grandmother in Southampton,
who you just visited?

Yeah, my dear old granny
in Southampton.

Well, you see, we think the man,
given his stripped state,

was a victim of theft.

- Anything you want to tell me?
- No.

- You sure?
- Yep.

Fine. That'll be all... for now.

You're not suggesting
Sid had anything to do with this?

Was it Christy who contradicted
Sid's statement, by any chance?

You've a personal interest, Father.

So best keep your distance this time.

Unless you want to find yourself
on the wrong side of the law?

Ah, keep it up, keep it up! Up!

OK...

I don't need your help.

There...

I don't need your help!

My apologies for helping.

Have you given Christy
cause for a vendetta?

- Sid, have you cheated him?
- No more than usual.

Are you telling me everything?
What about the money for this?

Oh, shall I wheel Granny down here?

Yeah, that's right, I'll get her to do
a broadcast on Mrs M's bullhorn.

She gave me 50 quid.

Well, I'm sure a telephone call
to your grandmother

would quell Valentine's suspicions.

Granny don't have a telephone.
They're the devil's work, apparently.

A visit from our local police officer
is no doubt being arranged then.

Fret not, Father. It's all in hand.

The inspector knows
you're up to something.

If you don't tell me what it is,
I can't help you!

I'm beginning to think that
you don't trust me, Father.

Rag and bone!

- Christy...
- Whoa!

- How's business?
- Mustn't grumble.

Yes, well, um,
I'm glad I've caught you.

I'm a little confused.

I seem to recall that you said
you were asleep on the train,

yet I believe you provided
Annie Mace with an alibi.

I'm a Christian man, Father.

I've never once spoken
to that woman.

I've brought you some provisions!

Chunk of cheese,
couple of tins of apricots. Hm?

Just till you find your feet, eh?

- Ta.
- I'm as parched as the Sahara.

- Might I trouble you for a cup of tea?
- My taps don't work.

Would you like me to see
if I could do anything about that?

As long as you're not here to ask me
any more stupid questions.

Where's Mrs McCarthy?

In the hospital.

She wants the man
to have company when he wakes.

Oh!

Ah.

- Oh!
- Come on.

OK.

OK.

You are like a doctor...

...face all serious.

Well... if your hand went green
and fell off, it would be serious.

Only half floor would get scrubbed.

You're a funny Polish girl.

You don't know I funny.
You don't know me.

It's... OK for us to share a joke.

I never share joke with you.

- You ain't gonna find anything in there.
- Indeed.

If they were the man's missing clothes,
they've clearly burned to a cinder.

Oh, that's a shame, you're going
to have to take my word for it.

But I did find something useful.

- At the post office.
- Oi, that is private!

A concerned worker passed it to me.

"Dear Granny,
thank you for socks.

"If the police knock,
tell them you gave me 50 quid.

"Sidney."

A stripped man is pushed from a train,
you step off £50 richer.

You robbed him.
Things got out of hand, didn't they?

Thought pinning the blame
on a soft target like Annie

would get you off the hook?

Sorry, where does it say
that in the telegram?

Sid, I'm giving you an opportunity
to tell the truth.

The judge will go far easier on you
if you do.

- I didn't do anything.
- Well, the victim's getting better.

So, hopefully,
he can confirm that soon enough.

Oh, that's good,
he'll put you straight then.

In the meantime, you'll do your defence
a great deal of good

if you let me take a look around.

Shame you haven't got a warrant then.

Just one more
superhuman effort and...

Ah!

Let there be water.

Call the Pope, it's a miracle!

- So, you do believe, then?
- Steady on.

I suspect
you come to church for more

than just getting up
Mrs McCarthy's nose.

Although, I can imagine
how that would appeal.

Not everybody there
wants to judge you, you know?

Do you believe in unicorns too?

There's men in your parish turn
their noses up then visit me.

Family men.

That bank manager, he went too far,
I had to hurt him. Did anyone believe me?

- Who visits you?
- Where do I start?

Mr Parnell, Mr Croker,
all pillars of the community.

- Christy Nolan?
- Never even spoken to Christy Nolan.

You seem anxious to defend someone
you've never spoken to.

There were scratch marks on
the man's face. Did you do that, Annie?

I'm not going back inside
for the likes of him.

- Likes of who?
- I said no questions!

- Who is he?
- Look, get out!

- Who is he, Annie? What did he do?
- Dirty old priest.

In all my time,
I've never heard such filth.

- You ought to be ashamed!
- We were just talking...

It's the talkers with the sickest minds!

Good morning to you.

I believe the police are doing
everything they can

to locate your loved ones.

Now, with a little more effort,
you could be awake by teatime,

and then, well,
we could be properly introduced.

If, however, you wake after four o'clock,
I shall not be here

because my casserole needs
two hours on the stove.

One moment, Bill.

I just wanted to see
how Bill is bearing up.

I thought I might read to him.

It'll be the Bible that rouses him
from his coma, thank you very much.

I'm sure there's room for two
to mop his brow.

He's far too poorly to have his room
turned into a Piccadilly Circus.

I heard his health has improved
a great deal.

The nurses tell me he's quite dashing
under his injuries.

I wonder what he was doing
on that train?

Bill is a family man!

Is being almost naked in first class
a family pursuit?

What was that?

Sweet Jesus! Oh, Bill! Bill!

What? What?

Well, don't just stand there,
get a doctor!

Doctor... Doctor!

Doctor!

The window was wide open,
the pillow was on the ground.

The doctor thinks it's unlikely
he'll survive such a heart attack.

The culprit must have come back
to finish the job.

Perhaps it was careless of me
to inform Sid of his improved health.

For goodness' sake, it was not Sid!

It wasn't Sid.

Well, did you see
who attacked the man?

- Either of you?
- I may have done, had I not been delayed.

Inspector, I must insist
that you speak to Christy Nolan

and Annie Mace once more.
They know something.

They acted very strangely
when I questioned them.

I've spoken to them already.

Father has just given you
valuable information,

and duty compels you to use it.

Unless, of course, a nameless victim
isn't worth your best efforts.

Is that the case? inspector?

All right, I'll speak to them,
one more time. But that's it.

That's all we're asking.

Is this payback
for them carriage clocks?

- You'll get off the hook, you always do.
- You said you were asleep.

I got confused.

You got confused about whether
you were awake or not?

- I saw her come out of first class.
- You'll be all right, Sid.

- Only if you tell the truth.
- I have! I'm a Christian man.

He's at death's door.
Now, if he dies, I face a murder charge.

Now you tell the Inspector
you got it wrong!

Witness intimidation and
no alibi for the murder attempts.

I'd say that was enough
for a search warrant.

- Sid!
- Oh, thanks for sending the Inspector round, Father.

Annie said you'd been harassing her.

- I did what you asked, now back off.
- I can't just do nothing.

Because you're certain of Sid's innocence,
or because he's your friend?

Because I'm certain of his innocence.

Conduct likely to cause a breach of
the peace is a serious offence, Father.

I've told Miss Mace and Mr Nolan
you won't be bothering them again.

Oh, Father Franc...

It is my duty
to visit with the sick. May I?

Let's hope Bill is comfortable
with such familiarity.

Well, he looks at peace.

You presence has clearly been
of great comfort to him.

You seem tired, Mrs McCarthy.
Why don't you go home and rest?

I'll stay a while yet.

He hasn't got much longer.

- Well, I am happy to stay with him.
- No...

He's grown accustomed to me, I think,
and, well...

I'd like to be here when he...

Maybe you do not wish to return
to the presbytery just yet?

I'm sorry?

Well, I imagine young Susie
may not have given you

the warmest of welcomes.

And I must confess, neither did I.

But you mustn't take her cold front
too much to heart.

Losing her father in the war...

She's not one to make a fuss,
but those scars run very deep.

- Look again!
- There's nothing here, sir!

Now... what would Sid have to pawn?

Rag and bone!

Whoa!

Inspector says I'm to call
if you harass me, Father.

Wouldn't dream of it.

I wanted to sell you a painting.
One of mine.

All right, then.

- St Michael.
- An inspiration to us all.

Indeed.

None of us are holy,
and we all have battles to face.

But holiness is what we mortals
must strive for, Father.

Many of the saints
lived scandalous lives.

It was only when
they were most burdened

that they found the grace
to turn their lives around.

You must get very lonely
riding around on that cart all day?

We all know how much
you miss your mother.

Perhaps in your loneliness,
you have sought company?

No.

Perhaps you sought company
from Annie,

and feel pressured
to provide her with an alibi

so that she doesn't reveal
your relationship?

Christy... I won't tell anybody!

- Put the phone down.
- Police, please.

Christy...
find strength in honesty.

They're asking
if a crime is being committed now.

Well, um...

- Mm...
- Yes, it's an emergency!

I know what happened now, Susie.

- About what?
- Your father.

- I'm so sorry.
- Why?

- It wasn't you, was it?
- No.

But, um...

...you feel guilty
even looking at me, don't you?

- You do not understand.
- Of course I do.

I have buried
many friends and family.

- You lost people?
- Ja.

And, er...

...the ones who survive,

people I love, good people,

they are hated by you, everyone.

I don't like to hate,

but we can not pretend
nothing happened.

But we can stop it
killing what is good in us.

Or else they all died for nothing.

So long time
I wait to feel better.

I miss my parents.

Ja.

I miss my family too.

But maybe something good
will come from all that bad?

We retrieved this
from the pawnbroker.

Funny thing is, it's covered
in the man's fingerprints.

And yours.

- Right, I'll tell you the truth.
- You've had your chance.

- I found it in a bin.
- Of course you did.

This is why
I couldn't be honest with you!

- Sid...
- Don't! Do not do this to me.

I've no choice but to charge you
with attempted murder.

It's hardly a breach of the peace.
I was only talking.

The inspector made himself clear, Father.

- Let's not be too hasty.
- Father Brown...

You harassed Christy Nolan,
despite being warned not to.

This will be used as evidence,

if you give me any further cause
to charge you.

- Sid is innocent.
- Sid's prints are on the man's wallet.

He gave a false statement,
threatened a witness,

he asked his granny to lie.

And he has no alibi
for either murder attempt.

You're heading
for a criminal record yourself.

What more is it going to take
before you accept the truth?

There must be
a reasonable explanation.

If it wasn't Sid in that cell,
you'd believe their guilt as much as I do.

There's a poor man at death's door,
his family deserves justice.

You're trying to stop them
getting that.

The truth is...
Sid went too far this time.

Tell the judge
he's a good boy at heart.

- Where is Sid?
- I'm afraid he may not be coming back.

No!

I'll talk to Annie.
Find out what she knows.

- It's best we let the police do their job.
- How can you say that?

Maybe, maybe Annie's boyfriend do it.
Maybe he's a big thug.

- Boyfriend?
- I don't know him, she keep secret.

Annie didn't have a boyfriend
on the train...

Of course!

Where's Mrs McCarthy?

We have bags
of highly desirable antiques

from our spring clean
in the kitchen.

Mass is about to start.

This fiasco hardly counts
as the Sabbath. Come along!

I feel sick.

If you don't come to Mass,
people might say that you push man.

You want that?

Come, we'll make you some tea first,
calm your nerves.

I'll give you a shilling for the lot.

I'm going to the police!

Sid has been charged,
he's on his way to court,

the police are confident of their case,
and, if the man dies, Sid will hang.

- You attacked a man before.
- That was self defence, I told you!

Prostitutes are not known
for their honesty.

- Don't you dare talk to her like that!
- Forgive me.

You gave her an alibi because
she's your girlfriend, isn't she?

- Christy don't like that word.
- I won't tell anybody.

But I need to know the truth
about the man.

Do you want Sid's death
on your conscience?

The man pulled me into his carriage.

Must've known my sort,
thought I was fair game.

I scratched him, ran,
but that's all.

What happened then, Christy?
Did you confront him?

She didn't tell me
till we got off the train.

I didn't want any bother.

I didn't think telling a fib
would get Sid in trouble.

Will you tell the truth
to the Inspector?

I'm sure he'll be discrete
and it would help Sid.

I did want to tell you,
but I didn't think you'd believe me,

what with the man's standing.

Standing?

Bad things have happened.

But, erm...

...good things can come from bad.

Peace can end pain.

Hating your enemy
does not bring your enemy pain,

it brings us pain.

It stops us from receiving love.

To quote Sunday's...

...hymn...

And it's the message of the mass
each week

to go in peace, loving God
and what?

To go in peace, loving God
and what, Father?

Erm, well...

...in Germany, the expression is
to go in peace, loving God

and be fruitful.

Fruitful?

The Roman Catholic Church urges
"fruitfulness" on the faithful?

What cultish gibberings is
he spreading in the Lord's house?

By night, he revels in...
unholy affections.

By day, he mocks the creed.

Is this what passes
for a Catholic priest in Germany?

- What's happening?
- Call the police to the hospital.

Forgive me, Lord.

There were little signs
along the way.

Your blasphemy
when you saw the body,

and your subsequent unease.

And then, of course,
your fondness for Susie.

He's Father Franc.
And who are you?

I am no one any more.

You are a man with a free will,
responsible for your actions.

He never took responsibility.

As things stand,
you are no better than him.

Yes, I am.

Then put that pillow down
and confess.

My name is Wilhelm.

I was a doctor.

I was put in prison
for opposing the Nazis.

And then he slaughtered my wife
to punish me.

- Just because he could.
- I'm so sorry.

I did everything the right way,
I campaigned for his capture,

but he denied everything.

And then I found out he'd worked
his way into the priesthood.

And you followed him here?

Ja. All the way from Germany.

And there he was.

Franz Prepffler. Nazi.

Killer. Monster.

He didn't remember me.

But his pride was too great to resist.

I praised the glorious Nazis,
their courage,

and he soon joined in.

He was... so... proud of his cruelty.

I could listen to no more.

He killed my wife,
he would tell the truth.

But he just laughed at me.

The red mist descended.

I thought I'd killed him.
It was not what I'd intended.

But I needed to get off the train,
so I stripped him, I took his cassock.

It's hard to catch a killer
when you don't know who the victim is.

So I pushed him from the train.

I found Prepffler's wallet.
I didn't want his money.

Even wearing his clothes
made me sick.

Trust Sid to sniff it out.

And I wanted to get away.

- There he is.
- But there you were.

Father Franc, I presume? Father Brown.

I just wanted him
to regret what he had done.

When he was found in that tree,

I had to stay and finish it,
he knew who I was.

- You tried to kill him yesterday?
- Ja.

It is his heart.

- Your enemy's life or your liberty?
- No, I can't, I can't go back to prison.

What sort of man are you?
Killer or doctor?

- I am not like him!
- Prove it.

- What are you doing?
- Trust me, it is his only chance.

Come on!

He has a rhythm.

- You did the right thing.
- Police!

He was never going to say sorry,
I must've known that.

Police! Open this door!

- I almost killed a man.
- I don't see an evil man in front of me.

I see a man who has suffered
more than I can comprehend.

How you live your life from this moment
onwards is what really matters.

Open this door, now!

Open...!

Where's the priest?

That's him, there.

I thought you might like
a nice cup of tea.

It's true,
you lusted after a priest,

but, in the end, it turned out
he wasn't a priest, so no harm done.

Our brave hero
of false imprisonment returns.

Ah, well, now,
next time you find a wallet...

- I know, I know!
- ...you be sure and hand it in!

I heard you bought
some friezes for a Nazi.

Yes, but he was arrested
before he had time to enjoy them.

Mrs McCarthy, why don't you make Sid
a nice, soothing cup of tea?

I missed your smile too.

Don't think that
your friendship wasn't real.

I'm sure Wilhelm cared for you
a great deal.

I hope so.

Rag and bone!

Any rag and bone!

Yeah, it's me!
Cat got your tongue?

- They don't care that people talk?
- Not any more.

- They look so happy.
- Rag and bone!

You will be too. Given time.

- I hope you don't mean Sid?
- Sid? Sid who?

- Oh, Father...
- No, of course not.