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CHURCH BELLS RING

If anyone thinks bell ringing is easy

they should come over here and sniff my armpits.

Thank you for that, Miss Thundersby.

ENOCH: Are you alright, my dear?

Yeah. Just a little achy in the upper arm.

Well, allow me to escort you ladies to the Red Lion.

I don't think so. - I'm sorry?

I have a number of notes on this evening's performance.

Oh piggy, Mervyn!

We've been ringing for three and a half hours.

Indeed. And it was three and a half hours of schoolboy errors.

Hello? Am I interrupting anything?

No!

May I introduce Mr Jamie Cheeseman.

Mr Cheeseman has been appointed by Canon Fox

to be Director of Music for the diocese

and he's very keen to work with you.

JAMIE: That's right.

I've always been fascinated by campanology.

We do not approve of the word "campanology".

A mongrel word

combining, as it does, the Latin for bell, "campana"

with the Greek for study "-ology”.

We are change ringers and proud of it.

Mr Glossop is tower captain.

And as there can only be one captain of the ship

I respectfully ask you to leave.

Actually, I think that's somewhat disrespectful.

Do you indeed?

I really do admire what you're doing here.

Your admiration is not reciprocated.

Please, I've got some hand bells.

BELL CHIMES

I do hope you will be very happy with your little bells

but our bells have hung for over 500 years.

They announce historic occasions: the outbreak of war

and sometimes, even funerals.

Sorry, was that a threat?

Not a threat, Mr Cheeseman, a prophecy.

JAMIE: Is he always like that?

FATHER BROWN: Mr Glossop can be somewhat temperamental.

JAMIE: 50% temper and 50% mental.

FATHER BROWN: Of course, as well as restoring the bells

it's important to restore harmony to the ringing chamber.

And that would be best achieved by judicious use of flattery.

Two halves, please, Raymond.

So, once again, a musical director has been foisted on us.

They soon find they know considerably less than I do.

The previous one lasted three weeks.

Let's hope Mr Cheeseman will depart somewhat sooner.

Well, I... I don't, urn...

Spit it out, Phoebe.

Would it be so bad to give him a go?

I mean, he might be rather good.

Yes, you know, young blood and all that.

We do not need youth to instruct us in an ancient and unchanging art form.

I have been ringing these bells for 42 years.

Do you mind if we join you?

Oh, please do.

I know that we didn't get off to the best of starts.

It's always awkward when a new boy comes along

but I'd love to work with you

and bring St Marys' ringers to new and dizzying heights.

MERVYN: Mr Cheeseman

we already have a working method, honed and refined over several decades.

If you like, I will write to Canon Fox

and explain that your services are not required.

Well, I could actually save you the stamp.

Canon Fox is my uncle.

But really, I don't want to do anything drastic.

You're already an extremely accomplished group.

But it struck me the bells themselves are less than perfect.

They're just a bit rusty.

So I thought, why not have a fundraiser?

So that we could take them to the foundry

have them re-tuned and re-hanged

and then they will make a sound

that's worthy of such a magnificent band of ringers.

MRS MCCARTHY: Canon Fox's nephew?

FATHER BROWN: Indeed.

MRS MCCARTHY: No mystery then to how he got such a prestigious position.

FATHER BROWN: He is, apparently, a very talented composer

who has worked with the London Opera Company.

But if he's Canon Fox's nephew, he's bound to be a bit of a drip.

On the contrary, he seems very lively and full of ideas.

Full of ideas?

And who has to do the donkey work? Me.

Enoch! Hello!

Good morning. Nice to see you. How may I be of assistance?

Well, we have to...

I have to do some baking for this fundraiser

and I'm in need of two dozen eggs.

Ah, well, you are in luck, as all of our ladies have been laying.

Oh, well isn't that marvellous. - JAMIE: Hello!

Hello!

Gosh, it's a small world.

Mr Jamie Cheeseman

Mrs McCarthy, our parish secretary.

How do you do? - And Bunty Windemere.

Hello. Welcome to our village.

Thank you. Though I actually came to see Enoch.

Oh.

Oh yes? - JAMIE: Yes.

A trunk load of my possessions has just arrived from London

and I find I have a rather large collection of gospel records.

Now, I don't know if that's your sort of music

but you're more than welcome to borrow them.

I love gospel

I used to be in a choir in Trinidad.

Yes. Phoebe said you enjoyed the singing

and I wondered if we could use you at the fete?

In what way?

Well, I also write songs

and I was thinking, as well as a bell ringing performance

we could perhaps hear you sing one of my compositions.

Well, that would be an honour! Let me have a look at your collection.

BUNTY: Well, I take back what I said.

He does have a certain je ne sais quoi.

ENOCH: I haven't seen this in many a year!

Well, I don't know about your je ne sais quoi

but I suppose the bell ringers could do with someone with a bit of...

enthusiasm.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four

BELLS PLAY MELODY

PHOEBE AND RUTH: # (Ring that bell)

# From the top of the tower - # (Ring that bell)

# In your desperate hour - # (Ring that bell)

# To appeal to his power - # (Ring that bell...) #

It's a bit like having Paul Robeson in your own living room.

PHOEBE AND RUTH: # (Ring that bell)

# When the darkness is near - # (Ring that bell)

# And you're drowning in fear - # (Ring that bell)

# So the saviour will hear - # (Fling that bell)

ALL: # Ring that bell! #

MERVYN: Mr Cheeseman.

Hello.

I have been perusing this so-called composition

you wish us to perform at the fete.

Oh yes? - MERVYN: It appears to be false.

In course one, the treble changes place with bell two.

And in the third course, you make the same change again.

Can someone translate that into English?

Under the rules of change ringing, you must never repeat a change.

Rules are there for a reason.

But since you seem incapable of obeying them

I suggest you take your technically-deficient composition

back to London.

FATHER BROWN: Mr Glossop

although we are thankful for the work you have done in the past

if you find it so difficult to accept new members

perhaps it is you who should be leaving.

This man is the viper in the nest.

He is destroying our group.

And unless we stand up to him, he will destroy us all.

PHOEBE: Please Mervyn.

He's not trying to destroy us.

We rather like him. - MERVYN: Do you indeed?

Well, I wonder, would he feel the same if he knew what I knew, Phoebe?

Or should that be Fibby?

Because who could believe a word that comes from your angelic lips?

And Enoch

so kind, so caring...

so lucky they never sent you to prison.

And Ruth...

you sing from the heart...

but what a sordid, squalid cesspit of a heart.

I'm so looking forward to your fete.

ENOCH". Testing, testing.

PHOEBE: Ruthy? - RUTH: What?

When we do our song

shall we stand together, cheek to cheek, like this?

Oh, I don't think so. - PHOEBE: What?

Well, not so close that we're sharing mascara.

Cream horn, anyone?

Ooh, thank you kindly!

It's hungry work doing backing vocals.

Has anyone seen Jamie?

He wandered off a few minutes ago just to see some stalls.

Well, if anyone sees him, tell him I've got something sweet for him.

We will!

You have no idea what a joy he's been to work with

after all those years with Mervyn...

Who was always a bit of a wet blanket.

RUTH: Oh, Enoch, that is so unfair...

to wet blankets.

MERVYN: Wet blanket?

I gave you years.

Oh, Mervyn, we didn't... - Years!

RUTH: We're just a bit nervous.

Oh, look, a microphone.

Hopefully there'll be quite a crowd here at one o'clock.

FATHER BROWN GROANS

I will get it next time.

You've been saying that these past six goes.

Still, all the more money for the bells.

Ding dong!

Are you busy?

Mervyn Glossop's about, and I think he's planning to make a scene.

Right, we should warn Jamie.

JAMIE: I'll have three more goes, please.

Oh dear.

I'll have ten more.

Oh, last of the big spenders!

JAMIE: Bunty! Sorry, I really do want to win this.

We've come to warn you, Mervyn Glossop is here.

He's not exactly a little ray of sunshine. - JAMIE: Oh dear.

I've won!

I've won!

CHUCKLES EXCITEDLY

Aw. Is that for me? - What?

I was joking!

Of course. I'll keep an eye out for Mervyn.

I must get to the church.

FATHER BROWN: What is a bell?

For some it is a call to prayer.

For others, merely an irritation on a Sunday morning.

Our bells have been here 500 years, having a conversation with God.

And today, we have invited you here to see how it's done.

Thank you, Mr Cheeseman.

PHOEBE: Look to. The treble is going.

Gone.

BELLS CHIMING

A LOUD CRACK, HE GASPS

Oh heavens!

Um, I'm most terribly sorry. One moment, please.

Well, it must have been an old rope.

JAMIE: Hello?

Sabotage!

I bet it was Mervyn.

When I get hold of him

I'm going to grab him by the throat and... Oh, piggy!

Let me help you.

RUTH: Sorry.

Is... Is that blood?

FATHER BROWN: Thank you, Constable.

MALLORY: So, Padre

this time the Grim Reaper came right to your doorstep.

FATHER BROWN: Indeed.

JAMIE: I've never seen a dead body before.

I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight.

ENOCH: He is in eternal sleep.

Perhaps now he will finally find peace.

Oh Lordy.

Oh cripes.

Oh my Great Aunt Fanny.

What is it? - So...

Where did you go, just before we started ringing?

You know where I was.

I went to the belfry to grease the gudgeons.

You were gone a full half-hour.

Yes, well, I don't like to rush these things.

Where were you?

No sign of a murder weapon, sir.

Well, it must be somewhere on church grounds.

There's no way our killer wandered through the crowds

with a blood-stained dagger in his hand.

I have rather a lot of bell ringers to talk to.

MALLORY: Greasing the gudgeons, you say?

RUTH: That's right...

and I put some oil on the pulley-axle.

Did you hear anything from the chamber beneath you?

Oh I wasn't there the whole time.

I did also nip to the sacristy

where Father Brown keeps his cassocks and whatnot.

Uh, and I went in to wash my hands...

and then I went to the ringing chamber

and then we all went upstairs...

and saw...

So, Mervyn Glossop

would you say he had any enemies?

JAMIE: I had nothing against him.

We just had certain musical differences.

He described you as "a viper in the nest

who was going to destroy all the bell ringers".

People say these things in the heat of the moment.

Can your account for your whereabouts

in the hour leading up to this grim discovery?

I went around all the stalls

I won a teddy bear...

and then I came into the church...

just to make sure

that no members of the public wandered in when we were getting ready.

So you would have been somewhere near the entrance?

That's right. - So who was in the bell-tower?

PHOEBE: I was on the ground floor of the tower

just getting my thoughts together and praying...

but I didn't hear anything.

A surprising number of your colleagues failed to hear anything.

Must be spending so much time with those bells.

Yes.

Now, we're going to have to take everyone's fingerprints

though I notice you're wearing gloves.

That's right.

MALLORY: Can you take them off, please.

Mrs Sims.

PHOEBE: Of course.

I don't very often take them off

because, well, urn...

just before he was arrested, last year, my husband gave me a little...

present.

He often used to hurt me when I stood up to him

and on this occasion, he put my hands in a hot chip pan.

I am so sorry.

Don't apologise.

I have to put wool fat on them

and I use the gloves as a kind of bandage.

It can be quite painful, ringing a bell...

but at least now I'm in control of the pain.

And I am a shy person...

but I like to think that the treble bell is my voice.

And it rings out across the hills, all the way to HMP Wynchurch

where he is rotting in his cell.

And It says to him...

"You did not beat me...

I am still here".

So, if you were on the ground floor, praying

who would have been above you?

ENOCH: No, I was not.

I knew Miss Thundersby was checking the bells

so I left it to her.

And where exactly were you?

I went to the sacristy for some peace and quiet

and then I went straight from there to the ringing chamber.

The sacristy?

And was anyone there with you?

No, I was alone the whole time.

We believe Mr Glossop was stabbed in the heart with a large blade.

You are a farmer, are you not?

I am a farm labourer, though it is not my farm.

Nevertheless, you must have access to lots of sharp implements.

Scythes and sickles and so forth.

No I do not!

This is the twentieth century. I use a tractor.

MALLORY: Calm down, Mr Rowe.

I'm only asking a simple question.

So, who was the last person to see him alive?

That would have been his murderer.

I meant before that. - BUNTY: Well, it was me, actually.

The bell ringers were getting ready, and he made some odd remarks to them

pointing out that they had a microphone and that he hoped they'd get a good crowd.

FATHER BROWN: Mr Glossop was a keen collector of secrets.

He made it clear that he knew certain things about his fellow ringers.

He might have been about to reveal them.

Did Mr Glossop take these secrets to the grave with him...

or did he perhaps keep a diary?

POLICE OFFICER: I'm sorry, ma'am. I can't let you in.

Looks like the boys in blue have beaten us to it.

And the girls too.

Mervyn was a dear friend of mine.

He wouldn't want lots of strangers trampling round his house.

Someone wants to get her gloves on Mervyn's secrets.

FATHER BROWN: Mrs Sims was very keen to know Miss Thundersby's whereabouts.

I get the impression each suspects the other.

GOODFELLOW: Hello, Father. - FATHER BROWN: Morning, Sergeant.

We've just made an arrest

and as he's a parishioner, I thought you might want a word.

Excuse me.

MALLORY: Ah, Padre!

Come to offer some crumbs of comfort to our killer?

Are you sure you have the right man, Inspector?

Oh, undoubtedly.

Having failed to find the murder weapon at the church

we took our metal detectors to Tattoo Farm

and there, buried in the yard, was a blood-stained sickle.

Even if this sickle is the murder weapon, how do you know who buried it?

It was found at Enoch Rowe's place of work.

And now it is in this police station.

So presumably, you will be arresting Sergeant Goodfellow?

GOODFELLOW: On your feet please, sir.

DOOR JANGLES AND BANGS

I'll be right outside if you need me, Father.

FATHER BROWN: Thank you, Sergeant. Oh, here.

ENOCH: Have you come to read the last rites?

I've come to help in any way I can.

Did you kill Mervyn Glossop?

I am not a murderer.

Although I am fairly sure that I will hang for it.

What makes you say that?

Inspector Mallory has made up his mind.

FATHER BROWN: Oh.

He found an old shirt of mine with blood on it.

My own blood, from a nosebleed, but what does he care?

The Inspector sometimes comes to a conclusion

and then looks for evidence to support it.

When I was growing up in Trinidad

my teachers used to say there are three people you can always trust

The good Lord, your mother...

and a policeman.

Yes, well, two out of three isn't bad.

And then...

when I come to England

I lived in a room with six other West Indians.

And if any of my roommates committed a crime

the police would come and arrest us all

because in their eyes, we all look the same.

That must have been very hurtful, Mr Rowe.

I tried not to take it to heart.

I just worked hard, kept my nose clean and carried on sending money home.

Your mother must be very proud of you.

She was.

Until she passed away last year.

You have my condolences.

My mother taught me so many things.

She said, you should always look people in the eye

because the eyes are the gateway to the soul.

FATHER BROWN: Good advice.

And I will look you in the eye

and say that I will look into this, and I will find the truth.

There you are. How is he?

I would say the fight has almost gone out of him...

so it's up to us to do battle on his behalf.

I came as soon as I heard.

Ah, a banana. - Yes, a banana.

The police say Mr Glossop was stabbed to death with a sickle.

That's very hard to do with a curved blade.

And Mr Rowe being a practical man, would have gone for the throat.

So it must have been one of the others.

Yes, and they are a very tight-knit group.

So, Bunty, how are we going to infiltrate it?

OK, now, it's not about strength or speed or stamina

It's all about technique.

I see.

JAMIE: The bell is on a wheel.

And when you pull, you'll feel when it's about to go off

at which point, you grab this rope to secure it.

It's a lot more complicated than I thought.

JAMIE: You'll soon develop a rhythm.

Well done!

I knew you could do it!

Bunty's done dressage and archery. Ringing a bell must be a doddle.

OK, so now, if we try ringing a round.

OK, Phoebe, you can be treble.

Ooh, jolly dee.

Bunty, you're number two

I'm three and Ruth, if you take the tenor.

But I always come after Phoebe.

JAMIE: I know, but sometimes you come in a bit too quick

and I'm keen to see if we can get our timings right.

Treble. - PHOEBE: Look too, the treble is going...

Gone. - BUNTY: Two.

Three.

I'll go and have a word.

Do you have a particular grievance with the angels?

Sorry, Father.

It's just all been a bit fraught, with all this death and whatnot.

I noticed you were especially upset

when your friend began to praise Miss Windermere.

It can be hard, when someone we have feelings for

makes a fuss of someone else.

Feelings? What do you mean?

FATHER BROWN: I think we both know

and I can assure you, I have no wish to judge.

Oh Lord.

I've tried so hard to keep it a secret

but I suppose it's just written all over my silly old face.

Is Mrs Sims aware of your feelings? - RUTH: Oh, no.

Oh, never. No, I'd... I'd die if she knew.

Why?

Well, it's wrong, isn't it? It's in the Bible.

The Bible also says it's wrong to wear clothes of mixed fibres

but theologians tend to ignore that.

Oh, gosh!

It's been so hard to keep these feelings inside.

I've read books about it in the library

so I know there's a name for people like me.

I'm an invert

an unspeakable of the Radclyffe-Hall persuasion.

I'm a sister of Sappho.

Oh, who did you say your sister was?

KETTLE WHISTLES LOUDLY

Perhaps you should pour Mrs McCarthy a nice cup of hot, sweet tea.

I don't know what this world is coming to.

I mean, it's against all the laws of nature.

To be accurate

Miss Thundersby only expressed a deep yearning

and I know that she has tortured herself for years

and I see no reason to add to her torment.

If Ruth was tormented by her... Her tendencies

and Mervyn knew about it

well that would be a very good reason for her to silence him.

The lab has confirmed the blood on his shirt

is not the same blood group as Mervyn's.

We've only got one bit of evidence, and it's highly possible it was planted.

We have to have someone in the cells!

We can't just brush it under the carpet.

The funeral's tomorrow.

I say we let Enoch go, under observation.

You never know, sir, he might do something rash

or, he could even lead us to the real killer.

FATHER BROWN'. Anima eius

et animae omnium fidelium defunctorum, per misericordiam dei requiescant in pace.

ALL: Amen.

JAMIE: I'm so pleased you could come.

We know that you had nothing to do with that awful business.

I'm not sure everyone knows that.

Enoch, how are you? - ENOCH: Not good.

I can feel people's eyes burning into me.

Well, if you ever need to escape, you're always welcome at the presbytery.

Thank you, Father.

I must say hello to Mervyn's aunt.

Of course.

I am so sorry for your loss.

Thank you. Thank you. That's very kind.

Well, I do hope a few more souls turn up at my funeral.

Most of these are police.

Good.

Hopefully they've all left Mr Glossop's house.

FATHER BROWN: 3.5 seconds.

Ugh, there's an awfully musty smell in here.

It's as though no one's opened a window in here for 500 years.

FATHER BROWN: Mr Glossop always tended to linger in the shadows.

BUNTY: I didn't know he was a theatre-goer.

FATHER BROWN: The London Opera Company.

I think he procured this for research purposes.

"Musical arrangements by George J. Cheeseman".

Oh, well that's got to be Jamie. I wonder why he dropped the George?

FATHER BROWN: Perhaps, like the others, he has a secret past.

BUNTY: Oh.

Well, now, this is interesting.

It's a letter to Mervyn from Phoebe.

Father?

Mr Glossop had a collection of farming paraphernalia.

Including a sickle

which has been removed. - BUNTY: Hang on!

I saw Mervyn with a sack with something in it at the fete.

Perhaps he was carrying the instrument of his own demise.

DOOR RATTLES

Well done, Phoebe!

Now stay calm, and don't make a--

SHE SHOUTS

Hello. What brings you here?

Um...

I just came to, uh, tidy the place.

Mervyn was very house proud.

FATHER BROWN: You didn't come to retrieve anything?

No.

"Dear Mervyn, I am writing to beg you to see sense.

I know you don't get on with Jamie, but why destroy our wonderful group?

Of course, you could easily ruin us.

You know all our secrets...

FATHER BROWN: Mr Glossop accused you of lying.

Must have been a significant lie to ruin you.

Did this lie take place in court?

As you know, my husband was arrested for armed robbery last year.

Get off me. Get off!

PHOEBE: It came as a complete surprise.

Really, I had no idea, but it was a relief.

Gotcha!

He had done some awful things to me.

Though, when it came to court

they asked me, had I been with him on a certain day

and, well...

the answer was yes.

I'd been helping him fix the car, passing the spanners.

But that was the day of the robbery.

Did you lie under oath?

Oh, dear God, please forgive me.

FATHER BROWN: God will forgive you...

if you truly repent.

I thought perhaps that they had the wrong date.

The money was found under our bed

so it must have been him.

Do you think Mr Glossop somehow found out you were lying?

He must have done

but I thought he was on my side.

He was very kind to me.

Mervyn? - PHOEBE: Oh yes.

The thing is, urn

a few days after my husband went to prison

I received a plain brown envelope, full of money.

It wasn't a fortune, but enough to buy some groceries.

Was there a note attached? - PHOEBE: No.

And the money carried on coming.

And you believe Mr Glossop was responsible?

Of course.

He lives just over the road from me.

When I asked him, he denied it

but if it wasn't him...

who was it?

BUNTY: Ruth? - Possibly.

And Mervyn Glossop never struck me as the anonymous gift giving type.

So, we know Mrs Sims lied in court.

And we know that Ruth prefers ladies to gentlemen.

FATHER BROWN: What were the other secrets?

Mallory.

TYRES SCREECH

Padre!

Inspector, why do I sense you are the bearer of bad news.

Oh, this is not bad.

This is catastrophic. - Oh.

Where is Enoch Rowe?

We've just been to Tattoo Farm, it seems that he's scarpered.

What?

He has gone into hiding

but when I find him

those bells won't be the only things swinging at the end of a rope.

BUNTY: No sign of him.

It was an outside chance

but I thought he might have come here to seek sanctuary.

Where exactly did you find the body? - Here.

Although the trail of blood suggests he died here.

And that was where Miss Thundersby tripped and fell.

Right.

And that is the sack that Mervyn was carrying at the fete.

And it almost certainly contained the weapon that killed him.

He carried his own murder weapon?

I think he also came here to cut the bell ropes

thereby ruining the performance.

And someone caught him at it and ruined him instead.

MRS MCCARTHY: And what about the sickle?

How did the killer get it past the police and everyone else

to bury it on Tattoo Farm?

BUNTY: I know exactly how they did it.

How? - What if it was inside something?

Something big and soft and fluffy

like a teddy bear.

JAMIE: Father Brown! To what do I owe the pleasure?

I wanted to talk to all the ringers at this difficult time.

JAMIE: That's very kind.

Please. Take a seat. Oh, sorry. Hold on.

Here you are.

And I wanted to say thank you

for all the work you've done with our ringers.

You really do have a remarkable talent.

Thank you very much.

Although I was intrigued as to why you came to our village

after your glittering career in London.

Although that was under another name...

George J Cheeseman.

JAMIE: Have you been talking to my uncle?

FATHER BROWN: I have made a number of enquiries.

Then you'll know that I left London under a dark cloud.

The thing is I can be a bit obsessive.

Once upon a time the obsession was music

but last year, I became obsessed with poker.

I played every night of the week

and I took some money from the opera company to pay for it.

Oh.

Uncle Raymond bailed me out... Of course.

I did wonder whether you had an addictive personality

when I saw you trying to win that bear.

Well, I really did want to win it.

It's for my niece in London.

Ah.

Can I have a look at him?

If you like.

GROWLING SOUND FROM TEDDY

Sorry? Has this got something to do with the murder?

It had crossed my mind, yes...

but I believe this bear is innocent.

FATHER BROWN: I have discovered Mr Cheeseman's secret

and I do not think he would kill for it.

BUNTY: Oh, thank goodness.

MAN: Good day, Father.

FATHER BROWN: It must all go back to the events of last year:

robbery, the perjury, the mysterious gifts of money.

Mr Glossop knew all the facts and was about to reveal them

until someone stopped him.

Mr Glossop was a gossip.

You could see it in his beady little eyes.

His eyes?

MRS MCCARTHY: Yes. - Yes.

BUNTY: Where are we going?

To see the world through Mr Glossop's eyes.

And there's her front door.

One of us needs to keep watch at all times.

What makes you so sure that we're going to see anything?

Some crimes are about evil. This one is about kindness.

Whoever has been leaving Mrs Sims secret gifts

doesn't want to see her destitute.

So they will return.

Right. Tea?

CLOCK CHIMES - ROOSTER CROWS

Five o'clock.

What? - It's your turn.

Oh, if you say so.

I still think this is a wild goose chase.

Though very little chasing involved and probably no geese.

But what do I know?

I'm just the tea lady, apparently.

MRS MCCARTHY GASPS

FATHER BROWN: Mrs McCarthy?

There is someone.

Enoch Rowe, I presume?

Father, please! I am not safe here.

Then come with me.

Mrs McCarthy, do we have any food left for our visitor?

Uh, would you care for a fish paste sandwich?

No, thank you, Mrs McCarthy.

Perhaps you could keep a look out for the police.

MRS MCCARTHY: Of Course.

Take a seat.

Your mother gave you very good advice.

Always look into people's eye

for the eyes are the gateway of the soul.

When they found Mr Glossop, his eyes were closed.

Almost as if the killer couldn't bear being stared at by those judgemental eyes.

And, at the funeral, you hugged his aunt.

You wanted to comfort her

but were you afraid that she'd look into your eyes and see a killer?

Why would I want to kill Mervyn?

I can think of many reasons.

The bell ringers were a very kind group of people

and when they found out that one of their number

was being harmed by her husband

you did all you could to help.

Mr Glossop kept a scrapbook.

"On Tuesday morning, the post office was robbed

by a man wearing a mask, a scarf and leather gloves."

This robber was very, very careful to conceal every inch of his skin...

and then he took the money to Mr and Mrs Sims' house.

But I wonder how he got in, if, as I believe, he didn't live there?

Perhaps he picked the lock

or perhaps there was a key under the flower pot.

But to turn the key, he'd have to take off his glove.

I think Mervyn saw you.

And then he saw you leaving secret presents.

You told me you used to send money home to your mother.

When she died that must have left a void.

Yes. More than words can say.

Did you have feelings for Mrs Sims?

The only thing I felt was fear

that if I did not help, her husband would beat her to death.

As usual, you acted with the best of intentions

but now Mervyn had two secrets on you.

The day of the fete, you went to check on the bells...

and Mervyn went to cut the ropes.

Mervyn.

Put down the sickle. - MERVYN: Or what will you do?

Tell your precious Phoebe?

When you sneak to her house in the wee small hours?

You're a thief and a liar!

FATHER BROWN: There was a struggle.

I saw the mark on his wrist

where you squeezed the sickle from his hand.

It is true.

But I did not kill him.

I know you didn't.

You are calm and thoughtful, but Mervyn was reckless and impulsive.

You were holding the sickle and he ran at you to grab it

but he tripped, exactly where Ms Thundersby tripped.

MERVYN GROANS

ENOCH'. He fell.

And the weapon was in my hand. Who was going to believe me?

A LOUD WHISTLE

BUNTY: The police are here.

It is the end.

No, my friend, it is a new chapter

and you have a choice.

You can run, and you may get away unharmed

or you can give yourself up

and I will do everything I can to make sure you have a fair hearing.

They will destroy me.

And what of Phoebe?

What will happen to her when they find out she lied?

Mrs Sims was driven to the edge of reason by her husband.

Now is the time for truth, and if you run

will you ever find peace?

BUNTY: Inspector, we have a surprise for you!

Perhaps we can offer the police some refreshments.

What's going on? This had better not be one of your tricks.

Hello, Inspector.

Would you like a cup of tea?

PHOEBE: Poor Enoch.

Whatever he did, I'm sure he didn't mean to harm Mervyn.

Yes, well, if he'd been a bit more honest, he wouldn't be in such a scrape.

PHOEBE: Honesty?

I think that's something we could all use a little bit more of.

What do you mean?

Where were you the hour before Mervyn's death?

Well, if you must know...

I won some eau-de-cologne and...

so I just had to nip into the sacristy and dab a bit behind my ears.

Whatever for?

Well, you'd asked if we could sing together,

cheek to cheek, and...

I was worried I was just a bit whiff y.

Oh...

You silly thing!

You mustn't worry about that.

We've known each other for such a long time.

And you must know how I feel about you.

No.

I don't know.

MRS MCCARTHY: Oh, I was just-- - RUTH: Oh, Mrs M!

Oh golly! I didn't know anyone was watching.

FATHER BROWN: Forgive us for intruding...

but it is good to see you both so happy. Isn't that right, Mrs McCarthy?

Yes. If you say so. - BUNTY: It's ridiculous.

You're just getting to know someone, and then they're gone.

Penelope, Mr Cheeseman!

Everything alright? - No. Not really.

Jamie is leaving Kembleford. - PHOEBE: What?

It's true, I'm afraid.

I'm London-bound.

What does London have that we don't?

Nothing, but I've realised I'm not cut out for Kembleford.

Is there nothing we can do to persuade you?

Afraid not. I'm on the 4.42.

Then we'll ring you on your way.

Come on, Mrs M.

What? What?

Goodbye, Jamie.

Are you sure you're leaving at the right time?

I am.

Plus, my uncle has found me a teaching post.

And you don't want to argue with Uncle Raymond.

Indeed.

Perhaps your work here is done.

Thank you, Father. - No, Thank you, Mr Cheeseman.

Bon voyage!

THE TEDDY GROWLS - CHURCH BELLS CHIME