All language subtitles for Father.Brown.2013.S07E06.DVDRip.X264-iNGOT.English

HE GRUNTS

COLIN:
Sorry, Sarge. Couldn't find my shoes!

Constable! Come here.

PHONE RINGS

What does this say?

"Using... un-Christian language
in the presence of a police officer."

You see, what it was, Sarge

I was up at Piper's Lake at the weekend,
and this bloke--

What have I told you? You write the exact
of fence according to the law!

Yeah, but I didn't know which one
to put, Sarge.

Might I suggest, if you don't know what crime
someone's committed

maybe you shouldn't be arresting them?

Yes, Sarge.

Goodfellow, you're coming with me.

Where's that, sir?

Jefferty's Cottage.

Down past the spinney?
I thought it was abandoned.

A man's been spotted breaking in.

Matches the description of Alan Tylett

the fugitive wanted for brutally murdering
a police officer.

The Press are calling him
"the Butcher of Bordesley Green".

And you want us to go and arrest him, sir?

Precisely!

We bring him in
and I'll be the toast of the force.

Constable Blaisen, round up all available
officers, tell them to follow us.

But first, call HQ,
let them know what's happening.

What exactly is happening, sir?

MALLORY:
What's keeping them?

Goodfellow.

While I've got you here, sir

I was hoping to have a word
about young Colin.

Let me stop you there, Sergeant.

Constable Blaisen's father
is the Divisional Chief Superintendent.

I know, sir.

Colin seems a nice lad, but...

Ours is not to reason why.

Ours is to help the boy commence
his inevitable rise through the ranks.

Mark my words, he might not know
his truncheon from his elbow

but that boy will outrank us both
by Christmas.

I see movement.

Let's go.
- Well, shouldn't we wait?

I hear that Tylett killed that officer
in cold blood.

That's exactly why we can't let him escape.

I'll take the front.

You nip round the back, head him off.

And keep low.

That's easier for some.

Tylett?

This is Inspector Mallory
of Kembleford Police!

We have the place surrounded.

May as well give yourself up.

Look out, sir!
- GUNSHOT

DOOR SLAMS
- He's getting away...

MALLORY RASPS

HE CRIES OUT
- I think you broke my collar-bone.

Goodfellow?

Goodfellow!

Goodfellow...

Seal off the area. Nobody touches anything!

Any news on Goodfellow, sir?

Bullet went into his back.

They've taken him straight to hospital
but it's not looking good.

What were you thinking?

Hoped we could apprehend the suspect
before--

Hoped? The intelligence suggested
that Tylett was armed.

You put a fellow officer's life at risk
and you let a dangerous criminal escape!

Sir.

At least tell me you got a good look
at the man.

Took quite a whack on the head, sir.
It's all a bit hazy...

I was reading something. A notebook.

I can't remember what was in it...

We'll find it.

Concentrate on getting better.

Yes, sir.

We need you fit for that disciplinary board.

I've found something!

Where are your gloves?
- Oh!

Sorry, Inspector!

There go the fingerprints.

Don't be too hard on him.
This is your mess.

Good work, lad!

Can I help?

We're looking for Sergeant Daniel Goodfellow.

MRS MCCARTHY:
He was brought in earlier this morning.

The policeman?
- Yes.

He's in surgery.

Oh. Can you tell us how he is?

You family?
- We're friends.

He's lost a lot of blood.

The surgeon's trying to fix the damage,
but...

It's touch and go. Sorry.

Crumbs.

Don't get your hopes up.
No need for the last rites just yet.

Might I offer a prayer
for your swift recovery?

Save your prayers for Goodfellow.
I don't deserve them.

Is there anything we can do to help you?

Has your wife been informed?

No, and don't even think about telling her!

I'll face that trial-by-fire
when I'm good and ready.

Then I will leave you to recuperate.

Padre, wait...

There is something.

I found a notebook in the cottage.
I think it might be important.

Could you ask Constable Blaisen
to bring it to me?

I wouldn't ask but I'm stuck here...
- I would be happy to do so.

And as for Sergeant Goodfellow...

God is with him.

Not the best introduction to life
in the force.

No.

The Sergeant, he's... he's been so good
to me.

If I'd just got the other officers
there sooner...

Not your fault.

Now...

Inspector Mallory has asked
if you would take him the notebook

retrieved from the cottage.

Dad!

I mean... sir.

Uh...

We've had a call from Scotland Yard.

They've sent in an officer to take charge
of the manhunt.

typical.

They give a name?

Inspector Trueman, sir.

Inform me the moment he arrives.
I'll be using Inspector Mallory's office.

The notebook's probably in the evidence room.
I'll check the log.

COLIN:
I'm sorry, Father.

I've searched all through the evidence.
There's no notebook.

Inspector Trueman.
You should be expecting me.

Yes, sir! I'll just go and...

Trueman?

Hello, Father.

Long time no see.

Here he is now.

The surgeon reckons the operation
was a success

but Sergeant Goodfellow is still very weak.

Where are his family?
Haven't they been informed?

Well, apparently Mrs Goodfellow
and the children are in Birmingham

visiting relatives.

We've not been able to reach them.

I'll stay with him until his family arrives,
however long it takes.

Me too.

Sergeant Goodfellow apprehended the ruffian

who tried to steal my favourite handbag
last week.

If that won't win a girl's loyalty,
I don't know what will.

Alright. But, please, he needs rest.

We'll be as quiet as the grave.

Sorry. It just slipped out...

TRUEMAN:
Inspector Mallory.

And you are?
- You can call me Inspector Trueman.

Although I suspect some of your officers
will know him by another name.

You've lost me.

I used to be based here in Kembleford.

I'm trying to avoid drawing too much
attention to my presence.

Is that so? Well, you can't be any worse
than the last man to keep my seat warm.

Mulligan, wasn't it? Bit of a jobsworth
from what I heard.

I hear you had a run-in with Alan Tylett?

I didn't set eyes on the man.

My sergeant saw his gun and jumped on me.

So you've no idea where Tylett was heading?

I've been asked to take charge
of the investigation

while you're recuperating.

Well...

Yes, thank you, Father, for your assistance.

Right.

Yes.

I'll go and see how Sergeant Goodfellow
is getting along.

There's a good Father.

There was a notebook

with Tylett's belongings.

I think it contained a list of names.

Recognise any of them?

I don't remember...

but I've got it in my head
that they were police.

Now, what if Tylett's got a grudge
against coppers?

And those names were his targets?

Exactly.

I've asked one of my constables to...

Fetch the notebook. I heard.

Unfortunately, it appears to have vanished.

Vanished?

Never made it to evidence.

Fear not, I'll catch Tylett
before he can do any more damage.

Inspector!

Much as I'd relish the opportunity
to catch up, Father

I've a cold-blooded killer to apprehend.

Do you really?

HE SIGHS

The gun at the scene of the crime was loaded?

Yes.

Well, a "cold-blooded killer" would be
unlikely to flee

while he still had ammunition.

Leaving Inspector Mallory and
Sergeant Goodfellow alive to identify him.

And why dispose of the weapon when he'd know
that every single policeman

within miles would be hunting him down?

No, it seems like the desperate act
of a frightened man.

Father...
- I'll go back to St Mary's

work on my homily.

I was about to ask if you'd like to
accompany me to the crime-scene?

I've learned a lot since leaving Kembleford.

Specifically, the importance of using
all resources at my disposal.

We need to find Alan Tylett
before anyone else gets hurt.

Partners?

That smell takes me back.

It's spoiled, but half-eaten.

Ugh...

You'd have to be half-starved
to force that down your throat.

So why the alter-ego?

Well, since my encounter with the Illuminati

I've been working with Special Branch
to tackle police corruption.

When any of us are on assignments,
we use Trueman as our cover.

A tribute to a fallen colleague.

And, of course, makes it harder
for our enemies to target us individually.

So you think Alan Tylett's crime
is linked to police corruption?

Tylett's been working for a violent gang
running protection rackets in Birmingham.

Kendall Brothers.

Our intelligence suggests its local officers
have been receiving payments from the gang.

I suspect DS Muir was murdered
for refusing to cooperate.

So, if you can get to Tylett first...

Hopefully he can provide names
of any of the officers on the gang's payroll.

What makes you think he'll cooperate?

I'll offer him life imprisonment
rather than the gallows.

It's an incentive that usually works.

That's, of course,
if they don't get to him first.

Yes.

Quite.

Now I understand your choice of partner.

Someone from outside the police force.

Someone you can trust.

I wouldn't go that far.

TRUEMAN:
Looks like he's been injecting drugs.

Amphetamines maybe.

I'll get the laboratory to test this.

Or...

Insulin.

He's a diabetic.

No wonder he was desperate for food.

After days on the run, his blood sugar
must have plummeted.

He ran off without taking his belongings

so we can assume he doesn't have any more
insulin on him.

I've checked with the pharmacy.

All our insulin stocks are accounted for.
What makes you think he'd come here?

He won't have the energy to traipse
from village to village until he gets lucky.

This is his best bet.

Even if he did try elsewhere

we've got officers keeping an eye
on every doctor's surgery and chemist

within a five-mile radius.

But the medicines here are kept under
lock-and-key

and the pharmacist is on-duty
throughout the day.

TRUEMAN: Which is why he'll probably wait
until nightfall.

I'll speak to Matron, double-check
all the doors and windows are locked.

If you station officers outside...
- TRUEMAN: No.

We don't want to scare him.

Let's give him exactly what he wants.

What're you doing here?

Looking for this?

Yeah.

Just stay back, alright?

ALAN SIGHS

TRUEMAN:
Surprise.

No, wait, the priest...

You're gonna kill me, aren't you?
- No.

We'll let the hangman do that, shall we?

Alan Tylett, you're under arrest
for the murder of DS Phillip Muir

and the attempted murder
of Sergeant Daniel Goodfellow.

You're not obliged to say anything
but anything you--

What d'ya mean, attempted murder?

The police officer you shot at the cottage.

I didn't shoot nobody!

And I didn't kill that other copper neither.
I'm being set up!

Of course you are.

Let's discuss this at the station.

No! Please. Don't take me in.

I'll tell you everything you wanna know.
- You'll be perfectly safe in a cell.

No, I won't. Not with those people.

If you put me inside, they're gonna kill me.
- He has a point.

ALICE GASPS
- You scared me!

I wanted to surprise you.
- I'm hardly in the condition!

Anyway, patients are sleeping.
What're you doing here?

Oh, my dad sent me to watch over the sarge.

Hey.

I miss you.

With your shifts, I barely get to see you.

Couple more weeks, we'll be waking up
together in our own little cottage.

Mm, which is good,
because if you get any bigger

everyone's gonna know how naughty
your mummy's been.

Oh, shut up!

Oh, no, stop it!

HE CHUCKLES

Oh, I do hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Sorry.

This is my fiancé, Colin.

Colin, this is Mrs McCarthy.

Where is the doctor? I need to speak to him.

Sergeant Goodfellow is showing no signs
of improvement.

Well, that's to be expected.

First 24 hours are about keeping him stable
and making sure his wounds are clean.

He's allergic to penicillin so any infection
could be very serious.

But we are doing everything we can, I swear.

Oh! And that includes canoodling
in laundry rooms?

I'll go and check on Sergeant Goodfellow
straight away.

Like I said, I was in the outhouse
around the back.

I saw your copper going in the back door,
and I scarpered.

When I heard the gun, I thought he were
shooting at me!

Mm-hmm.
- Father, I'm telling the truth.

I believe you.

ALAN SIGHS

TRUEMAN:
Let's go back.

What prompted this sudden desire
to go straight?

Your criminal record can stretch from here
to Timbuktu.

I'm sick of it.

Game's changed.

Gangs are controlling everything.
I'm not a violent man.

Only got into it cos no one
would give us a job.

So, you went to see DS Muir and...?

Told him I could give him names.

Bent coppers. In exchange for protection.

Why trust him? How could you be sure
he wasn't corrupt?

Yeah, because I heard the Kendall Brothers
talking about him

how he'd arrested one of their mates

and refused a tip to turn a blind-eye.

Anyway, so Muir says that
he'll talk to one of his bosses.

Someone who could arrange things.

Only the following night,
this noise wakes me up.

Hello?

I go downstairs and there he is.

I guess Muir's boss ain't as clean
as he thought.

POLICE SIRENS RING

Soon as I saw the body,
I knew I was being set up.

I grabbed what I could

and I scarpered.

And the names in the notebook?

They're all officers
you think have taken bribes?

I don't think. I know.

The notebook's only half of it.

I stole this from Michael Langbourne.

Tricky Mickey.

He does the books for the Kendall Brothers.

These accounts include a list of payments.

Each one has an initial next to it.

And those initials, they correspond
to the names on your list?

Concrete evidence of police corruption.

If you get me the notebook back,
maybe I can still make a deal.

Ah.

There may be a problem with that.

The notebook's gone missing.
- Oh, no!

I knew it.

There's...

There's one name on the list
I should've mentioned.

As you were.

Just popped in to check on Goodfellow.

How's the shoulder?
- On the mend, sir.

Has Trueman found Tylett?

No word yet.

That's why I'm here.

Perhaps it's best we take matters
back into our own hands?

Sir?

I'm intending to, er, do a bit of
investigating myself.

See if I can't speed things along.

This notebook you mentioned...

Don't suppose you've been able to
recall its contents?

Er...

Still a bit foggy, sir.

Must be the painkillers they've got me on.

I see.

If you remember, you tell me first.

I don't want you talking to anyone else
about it.

Not even Trueman.

As you say, sir.

Excellent

Thank you.

DOOR OPENS

Why're you in here, Father?

Waiting for you, Chief Superintendent.
I was told you'd gone to the hospital.

Yes. And now I'm back.

Well?

St Mary's would like to organise
a special event

to raise money for Sergeant Goodfellow
and his family.

Whatever happens, the next few weeks
are going to be difficult for them.

A kind thought, Father, and in principle,
you have my full support.

But don't you think we should wait until
the sergeant is out of immediate danger?

Yes.

Of course.

You're right.

Now, if you don't mind

my priority is catching the man
who did this to him.

Of course.

Ah. Thank you.

I need the toilet.

You've just been.

Yeah, well, I've got a weak bladder.
- Tough.

HE TUTS
- FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

KNOCK ON DOOR

FATHER BROWN:
It's me.

Father Brown.

Come.

I got your note.

Why come back here?

I couldn't risk any of your flock dropping by
and seeing him.

Any luck?

You were right.

Chief Superintendent Blaisen had it.

His name's in it,
along with about a dozen others.

I think you should take Mr Tylett
and the evidence to the Special Branch

while you still have a chance.

We've got safe houses in London
where I can hide him

until he testifies, but...
it might not be that simple.

What do you mean?

If the Chief Superintendent fired the gun

there's every chance Goodfellow
could identify him, were he to wake up.

So you think he'll try and finish
Goodfellow off?

If he's that dirty, he'll do anything
to avoid being exposed.

I need to get to the hospital.
- No.

No. I'll go.

You need to stay here with Mr Tylett

and we can't risk Chief Superintendent
Blaisen knowing we're onto him.

Go. Quickly.

I've gotta get back or I'll get in trouble.

And you're supposed to be
watching the Sergeant.

Just one more minute?

GOODFELLOW RASPS

I need help.

Doctor!

Oh, I must have dozed off for a minute...

FATHER BROWN:
Let's give them some room.

GOODFELLOW RASPS

What's happened? I just popped out
to get us some breakfast.

I don't know.
- His breathing changed.

Oh, no!

What are they doing to him?

He could be dying!

You were going to quit the job anyway
when the baby come.

Yeah, but not forever.

Thought I might come back to it one day
but now I might not have a choice.

It's my fault.
I shouldn't have distracted you.

I let you, didn't I?

He's hanging on.
- They blame me.

I'm being hauled in front of Matron
first thing tomorrow.

The doctor said something about a mistake
in medication?

I gave the sergeant something
for his blood pressure, but that's it.

It doesn't make any sense.

How long were you away from the ward?

Half an hour, maybe?

Long enough for someone to see
the coast was clear

and then inject Sergeant Goodfellow
with penicillin?

But why would anyone do that?

Because, were he to awake,
he might identify the man who shot him.

Father, we know who shot him.

It was Alan Tylett.

So, what, he came back
to finish him off the job?

Well...
- You think it was someone else? Who?

I can't say. Not without proof.

But if I find out for sure,
it may be enough to get your job back.

What can we do?

Because we will not stand idly by
while some madman

tries to kill Sergeant Goodfellow
once and for all.

Stay with him.

But--
- Make sure no one tries anything.

Very well. We shall guard him with our lives!

Yes.

Only me.

I just wanted to say...

you were right.

We should've waited.

Instead, because of me, you're lying here
in a right old state.

So, in case I don't get another chance...

Sorry.

And thank you.

Not just for saving my backside but for...

everything.

You're a fine officer.

And a fine friend.

FATHER BROWN:
Ahem.

I was just giving Goodfellow
a stern talking to.

Just like him to be lazing in bed
when he should be on the beat!

Did you happen to notice anyone
near Sergeant Goodfellow

before the allergic reaction?

You think...?
- I fear so.

Unless Miss Windermere or Mrs McCarthy
were responsible...

Don't be absurd!

Then the only other people I saw with him
were the pretty nurse and the doctors.

Nobody else?

Well, the Chief Super went to check on him.

He's hardly likely to want to bump off
one of his best sergeants, is he?

Any chance we can lose the cuffs?

So you can do a runner?

You know it weren't me!

All I know is that I need your testimony
to bring those officers to justice.

It won't change nothing.

Dirty coppers are like weeds.

You get rid of a few,
and new ones just grow in their place.

What took you so long?

Someone injected Sergeant Goodfellow
with penicillin.

He's allergic. He went into shock.

"Someone"?

Detective Chief Superintendent Blaisen
was seen with him a few minutes

before his condition deteriorated.

He's a senior officer.

Special Branch or not, I can't touch him
without proof.

So...

how do we get it?

HE SIGHS

We use a trick,
taught to me by an old friend.

PHONE RINGS

Divisional Chief Superintendent Blaisen
speaking.

You've got him?

Excellent

I'll be there straight away.

And don't tell Birmingham just yet.
We'll keep that to ourselves.

MALLORY:
Constable Blaisen!

Yes, sir?
- Give me your notebook.

My notebook, sir?

I was told never to lend it to anyone else.
- I think you can make an exception

just this once.

What d'you need it for anyway, sir?
- I've started remembering some of the names

on Tylett's list.

I want to write them down
before I forget again.

Good news! Doctor says you can go
as soon as we've sorted your paperwork.

At last!

And they want you back in a fortnight
to check how it's healing.

No problem. I'll see you then.

Doubt I'll still be here,
but they'll make sure you're looked after.

You get some rest now.

Absolutely. Straight home to put my feet up.

Just as soon as Tylett's behind bars.

DISTANT THUMPS AND GROANS
- LEN: Trueman?

MEN GRUNT
- THUMP

What the devil's going on?

Sir.

Problem?

No, sir.

Come on, sir.

He killed one of our officers
and put another in hospital.

You can hardly expect me not to...
ruffle his feathers.

All things considered...

Strictly between us, I...

I'm concerned he intends to make
false statements

against some of our colleagues
in the Birmingham City Police

damaging their otherwise untarnished
reputations.

I believe it's my duty to dissuade him.

Why don't I have a word?

Very well, sir.

Here.

In case he gets out of hand.

Or tries to escape.

I'll be outside, having a smoke.

Please, don't!

Hey. I'm just here to talk, that's all.

Look, I didn't shoot DS Muir!

I know.

But the information you gave him,
he wanted to take to the top brass

so my friends had no other choice.

You've been disloyal, Tylett.

And now you're in a very deep hole.

Let's see if we can get you out of it, eh?

Where's the accounts book you stole?

It's there.
- Hm?

Where?

Look, please, I won't say anything.
Just... don't send me to the gallows.

Very well.

If you'd prefer another alternative.

W... W-What you doing?

Just protecting the interests
of my employers.

It was you, wasn't it?

You shot that other copper. Downstairs.

Me?

No.

I was 20 miles away at a meeting
of the Watch Committee.

You're lying!
- If I wanted to bump off

a fellow officer of the law

do you think I'd be stupid enough
to do it myself?

Look. Just stop!

Who'd believe me anyway?

It'd be your word against that
of a known criminal!

GUN CLICKS

ALAN SIGHS
- GUN CLICKS

And that of another officer of the law.

And a priest.

And you're right. You didn't need to shoot
Sergeant Goodfellow.

Someone did it for you.

Fancy a lift home, sir?
- No.

You can take me back to Jefferty's cottage.

Let's see if we can find that notebook.

Very well, sir.

Where is Constable Blaisen?

Oh, he left about ten minutes ago. Why?

I'll check the station.
You stay with Goodfellow!

Is Colin in danger?

Not exactly.

When was Inspector Mallory discharged?

A short while ago. Just before Colin left.

Father!

Look!

MALLORY:
Isn't it quicker going down Wyatt's Lane?

COLIN: Sorry, sir. I was miles away.
I'll find somewhere to turn round.

It's all a bit of a blur.

I remember...

Colin?

Why would the lad do something like that...?
- No time to explain.

Is there anywhere he would go
if he wanted to hide?

I can't think.

Sergeant, it is important.

He's mentioned Piper's Lake before.

I think he goes fishing there at weekends.

That's not far from here.

It's isolated, hidden from the road.

Mrs McCarthy, would you telephone
the police station

and tell Inspector Sullivan to meet me
at the lake?

ALAN:
You may as well save your energy.

You're gonna need it. Any idea what they do
to coppers in jail?

Oi--
HE SIGHS

Just leave me here!
- THUD

THUD

They know everything anyway!

If you kill me, you'll just make it worse!

No, no, please, don't!

You know what they say.

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.

MALLORY:
Well, where're you going now?

I said the cottage!

That should be locked up in evidence!

Get out.

Get out!

Look, whatever's going on, lad,
this isn't the answer.

Just be quiet.

At least do me the decency of telling me why.

I can't risk you remembering.

Remembering what?

That his father is on the list
of police officers

taking kick-backs from criminals.

So, the Chief Super's on the take?

No, no! He's lying!

Chief Superintendent Blaisen
had already been tipped off

about evidence of police corruption
stolen by Alan Tylett.

And when young Colin called him to say that
Tylett had been spotted

he ordered you to retrieve it. Didn't he?

LEN:
By any means, you understand?

Get that notebook or we're finished.

Not just me, both of us.

And you can kiss your wedding to that
strumpet goodbye.

NOW, go!

It wasn't Goodfellow that Tylett saw
going into the cottage.

It was you.

You thought you'd have time
while Inspector Mallory waited for back-up.

But he didn't wait.

MALLORY:
Tylett!

This is Inspector Mallory
of Kembleford Police!

We have the place surrounded.

May as well give yourself up.

COLIN:
It wasn't my fault...

I was just trying to scare him off.

I was aiming to miss, only the sergeant
jumped in the way.

GOODFELLOW: Look out, sir!
- GUNSHOT

You didn't aim to miss when you injected
Goodfellow with penicillin though, did you?

That was attempted murder!

No, that wasn't me!

No... that was his father.

Trying to make sure that Goodfellow
didn't identify you.

He said he'd take care of everything.

I never meant for any of this to happen.

And God will forgive you, Colin,
if you truly repent.

But you cannot let another man take the blame
for what you've done.

What about Alice?

What about my baby?

I've messed everything up!

FATHER BROWN:
Yes.

Which is why you owe it to them
to make this right.

CAR APPROACHES

Be strong. And tell the truth, Colin.

What's gonna happen to me?

Release the lad.

Dad?
- He's confessed

to shooting Sergeant Goodfellow.
- Nonsense.

He's trying to protect me.

I shot Goodfellow.

But...
- Quiet.

You said you were 20 miles away.

I lied.

Or you're lying now to save your son.

Wait.

What've you done with Tylett?
- He's escaped.

He's back on the run.

If you've hurt him--
- You'll what?

Because I doubt it's worse
than what's in store for me.

Where is he?
- I let him go.

An act of mercy.

If you'd forced him to testify
against corrupt officers

he'd be dead
before they ever got to the court.

That list of names,
it's just the tip of the iceberg.

So why are you here?

To make a deal.

I'm willing to testify in Tylett's place.

Name every dirty cop in the Midlands.

Just as long as you keep my son out of it.

Dad, you don't need to do this.

I'll even tell you who really killed DS Muir.

But only if Colin walks.

He is just a lad.

None of this is his fault.

Send him away and they will tear him
to pieces.

HE WHISTLES

Y'alright?
- MAN: Alright, pal?

Any chance of a lift into town?

Inspector Sullivan! What a nice surprise.

Good to see some colour back in your cheeks,
Goodfellow.

And you should be at home resting, sir.

I wanted to tell you in person
that your attacker has been arrested.

I still can't believe the lad
would do such a thing.

Actually, it was his father, the Chief Super.

He had us all fooled.

But I remember seeing Colin's face...

Strange thing, memory is, Goodfellow.

Plays all sort of tricks, especially after
particularly traumatic incidents.

Don't you worry about it, Sergeant.

All you need to know is that the right man
is behind bars.

Young Colin has decided that the police force
is not the life for him.

But he's asked us to pass on his gratitude
for your support.

Right.

BUNTY:
You just fix yourself up now, Sergeant.

Thank you, Miss Windermere.
You two be getting on, now.

I'll walk you out.
- Actually, Father

could I have a quick word?

Oh, don't worry. I'll wait for you outside.

I'll be driving to London immediately.

Do you think we did the right thing?

Yes.

Colin has a good heart.

What he did was down to the sins
of the father.

You know, I rather enjoyed
being on the same side for once.

We were always on the same side, Inspector.

About what happened...

When you...

You know?

Ahem...

I'm not very good with things like this.

I know you'd do the same thing for me,
Inspector.

I would, yes.

Now, I want you back at work
as soon as possible.

I don't want Kembleford's best copper
lying at home feeling sorry for himself.

Right you are, sir.

Talking of home

I should be getting back before the wife
sends out a search party.

Actually, perhaps I'll...

Until your family gets here.

That's very decent of you, Inspector.
- We're off-duty.

Call me Gerry.