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"HERE COMES THE BRIDE" PLAYS

BUNTY WHISPERS:
Mrs M?

Mrs M?

Oh, yes, yes.

Mary?

Peter?

Are you ready?

FATHER BROWN:
We are gathered here today

to witness the marriage of Peter and Mary.

When are you gonna get it
into your thick skull?

I don't wanna be with you anymore.

What? You honestly think
you can do better than me?

Come on!
- Get your dirty hands off me.

Aargh!

Aagggh!

CAR HONKS

Get off the road!

Sorry.

MRS MCCARTHY:
Father...

are you sure you don't mind me
leaving early like this?

Not at all.

Let me guess. You're going to visit
Patrick O'Leary. Again.

It's his borders.

They're in a terrible state.

Well, they must be.

Honestly, spending all this time
with a wealthy bachelor.

You'll set tongues wagging.

I'm sure Patrick appreciates your kindness,
Mrs McCarthy.

BELL TOLLS
- Oh, I said I'd be there by four o'clock.

Tongues couldn't be wagging
any more furiously.

That ivy looks sensational.

That is clematis.

Ah! See, this is why I need you here,
Bridget.

To put me right on things.

You know a lot more about gardening,
Patrick O'Leary, than you let on.

You've spoilt me with kindness
these past few weeks, Bridget.

Well, it's hardly your fault your gardener
decided to abandon you, was it?

"Blessing shall be the reward
of kindly hearts."

HE EXHALES
- Patrick?

What is it?

A slight pain. Nothing at all.

MRS MCCARTHY:
There.

I'm feeling better already, Bridget.

Thank you.

Mrs McCarthy.
- Oh, Francesca.

George.
- Ma'am.

I'm afraid Patrick's had a slight turn.

He needs to be resting,
not exhausting himself outside with you.

Well, thanks to Mrs McCarthy,
I was barely lifting a finger.

Even so. You have a weak heart

and as the doctor says--
- PATRICK: Francesca.

Have you not got work to do?

We've done the whole house. Sir.

Something the matter, Mrs McCarthy?

No, no.

Uncle...

have you asked Mrs McCarthy
about this evening?

Ah, yes. Thank you, Maria.

Now, Mrs McCarthy.

I wonder, would you do me the honour

of joining me and my niece
for dinner here, tonight?

Oh!

I've been begging him to ask you for ages,
given he's so fond of you...

Well, that would be lovely.

Wonderful.

Now, I can't stop long, Father.

But I have made you
a shepherd's pie for your tea.

That's very kind, Mrs McCarthy.

May I say, what a lovely dress.

Oh, this? I haven't worn it in years.

BUNTY WOLF-WHISTLES

Bette Davis, eat your heart out.

Penelope, please.
- Seriously.

Patrick O'Leary is one lucky man!

I can assure you Mr O'Leary
is nothing more than a...

...horticultural friend.

Now, I must be going.

Have a lovely evening, Mrs McCarthy.

"Guard lips and tongue,
as thou wouldst guard thy life from peril."

Oh, yes, they're a funny lot in Yorkshire.

THEY LAUGH

Tell me.
What made you come to Kembleford?

Well you know,
I'd sold the bible publishing business.

And, well, the time comes
when we all just need a change.

Maria?

I'm fine.

A year since her husband passed.

A Year ago, today?

I am so sorry.

I'll be alright, really. George?

I want to know all about you, Mrs McCarthy.

Me? Oh, nothing to tell.

Well, what happened to your husband?

You are "Mrs" McCarthy?

Yes.

You don't have to talk about it, Bridget.

Don't pretend
you're not madly curious, Uncle.

Ooh, yes, do tell!

Angelica.

You didn't change the locks, Patrick.

I don't know, maybe you wanted me
to come back.

No, no, don't get up.

ANGELICA:
So, um...

who's this?

Mrs McCarthy has been very kindly helping out
in the garden since you left.

SHE CHUCKLES

Since I was asked to leave.

So this was your gardener?

Oh, yes. We mowed lots of grass,
me and Patrick.

SHE SNIFFS
Didn't we, Francesca?

What do you want, Angelica?

To let you know

that your threats...

are in vain.

Tomorrow morning,
I'm gonna tell the world the truth.

I no longer fear your disapproval, Patrick.

I'm beyond that.

You see, in this house

"we set our eyes on what is unseen

not on what we can see".

Angelica?

Bridget?

I have a very early Mass tomorrow, so...

Angelica had a crisis of faith, a while back.

It was brought on by the sudden passing
of her parents.

They died within a week of each other.

Oh, that poor girl.

She began questioning
the very existence of God.

Then she turned to the bottle.

Well, this being such a holy house...

So, that was why you had to ask her to leave?

She has since veered even further
from the path.

It has been painful to behold.

I can imagine.

I am sorry for the both of you.

You're a wonderful woman, Bridget.

I suspect not enough men
have told you that in your life.

I love your kind heart

and your faith.

I love that you tell me what to do.

But most of all...

I love your eyes.

I really should go.

Thank you for a lovely evening.

Oi, Angelica!

I swear, if you come anywhere near me again,
Eddie Trist...

ls there something I can do to help?

Hey, save a place for me, won't you?

What's she doing here?

Are you absolutely sure?

Oh, yeah, no. I'm...

I'm fine.

CHORAL MUSIC PLAYS

Dominus illuminatio mea et salus mea,
quem timebo?

ANGELICA PANTS:
One... one Corinthians...

Chapter 14, Verse 34.

SHE COUGHS

"And the women will
stay silent in the churches."

ANGELICA COUGHS

ANGELICA: Well, this...
SHE GAGS

This woman will s...

SHE COUGHS AND GAGS

CROWD GASPS

Angelica? Angelica!

MALLORY: Well, Padre. She was at least spared
hearing you prattle on for three hours.

Cyanide poisoning.

Yes, thank you. I did detect
the aroma of almonds on the victim.

Along with the contents of the pub cellar.

She was about to announce something.

Save your theories, Padre.

We've found our man.
- EDDIE YELLS

EDDIE:
It wasn't me!

FATHER BROWN: Eddie Trist.
- MALLORY: Born trouble-maker.

Humiliated by the deceased yesterday
in front of his drinking pals.

Seen barging into the victim's house
in the early hours of this morning

to exact his revenge.

That's when you think he poisoned her?

To most, an overreaction.
But to Eddie Trist, merely settling a score.

A small amount of cyanide
can take hours to kill.

Might widen the field a little.

Thank you for the toxicology lesson, Padre.

MRS MCCARTHY:
That poor girl.

I heard Eddie Trist always was a bit wild.

Up to no good since he could crawl.

But procurement of cyanide
is a complicated process.

Not exactly the modus operandi
for a "crime passionale"

which is Mallory's theory.

Did Angelica eat anything last night?

No.

Well, she had some wine.

But it was the same
wine that everyone else drank.

Could someone have added poison to the wine?

I don't see how.

The decanter was on the table
right in front of me.

And she just helped herself.

Where did she get the glass from?

She snatched it out of poor George's hand
the minute she arrived.

Maybe she was poisoned in her own home.

Well, Eddie,
you've excelled yourself this time.

I bet no-one's ever said that
to you before, Mallory.

Kembleford's going to be an awful lot quieter
with you in six feet of quicklime.

I've done nothing wrong.

It's a peculiar feeling, let me tell you.

You were seen at the victim's house -
an hour later, she's dead from poisoning.

Is that it?

The same woman who had recently
ended your relationship.

We got drunk, we rolled in the hay.

It was hardly "Brief Encounter."

She also kicked you
in the where's-your-fathers.

In front of an audience.

All you've got on me is a grudge.

Let's see what a jury thinks, shall we?

I'm so sorry to bother you, Officer,
but my car won't start.

I don't suppose you could help me with it?

Very well, madam.
- Thank you so much.

I'm utterly hopeless with
these sorts of things...

I think there might be some water
in the carburetor?

Huh.

Who could have done such a thing?

Someone who did not know the true Angelica.

She had her faults
but I was very fond of her.

I know. I know.

There's something
I'd been planning to do today.

Oh, that is beautiful.

It's yours.

No. Patrick, not today,
not after what's happened--

This is nothing to do with Angelica.

I've wanted you to have it...

for a while now.

You're a joke, Mallory.

Oh, the irony.

He thinks I'm the joke, Sergeant.

Well, I'm certainly not laughing, sir.

Exactly.

Angelica's post-mortem.

Well?

The amount of hydrogen cyanide
found in her blood was very small.

She could have ingested it
up to 12 hours before she died.

It opens up the case a bit.

All this means is that Eddie
slipped the poison into Angelica's drink

at the pub yesterday.

We've just got to prove it.

BUNTY: Good gosh!
Is that from Patrick?

I wonder how big the ring will be?

Penelope, don't be ridiculous.

He's obviously working up to it.

Oh, Father. I wondered where you'd been.

I have been trying to make sense
of the wedding veil in Angelica's fireplace.

So, I telephoned
the Marriage Records office in Yorkshire.

And I made a rather surprising discovery

about Patrick O'Leary.

Well?

Yes. Angelica was my wife.

Your wife!

We met in Yorkshire, through the church.

We married four years later.

I see. So, why pretend she was your gardener?

After Angelica lost God,
our marriage rather fell apart.

But neither of us wanted
the humiliation of a divorce.

That's why we came here,
where no-one knew us

where we could live our own lives.

And it was fine...

until her drinking started.

I wanted to tell you but I was worried
it would scare you away.

It won't, will it?

Well, I...

Before you answer that,
I have something else to share.

I don't know how much time
I have left down here.

In Kembleford?

On Earth.

The prognosis for my heart...
my doctor is not optimistic.

Oh, dear Lord...

That's why Angelica had to leave this house.

The anxiety was threatening to kill me.

But I'm determined to make the most
of the life I have left.

Which is why, Bridget, I so desperately hope
you can forgive me.

I don't want to lose you.

Ever.

I've spoken to Father Brown.
He brought me up to speed.

Yes.

Well, before you make any smart remarks,
I am not in the mood.

BUNTY:
I'm not that cruel, Mrs M.

What kind of man makes his wife pretend
to be his gardener, and then fires her?

Oh, you will stay away from him now,
won't you?

Part of me feels a bit sorry for him.

What? Why?

Well, the poor man has just lost his wife...

He disowned her!

And then there's his health.

Mrs M...

Maybe I was too harsh.

WOMAN LAUGHS

WOMAN LAUGHS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

DOORBELL RINGS

Bridget.

I came to apologise.

Whatever for?

Earlier today.
I think I was... rather unsympathetic.

Not at all. It was a lot to take in.

Won't you come in?

Oh.

Are you alright, Bridget?

Oh, just my mind playing tricks, I think.

A glass of wine perhaps?

Tea, thank you.

Bridget.

Let me explain...

No.

Bridget, please!

Mrs McCarthy?

What's the matter?

Patrick is also married to Francesca.

And... to Maria.

To every woman in that house, in fact.

He's a bigamist, Father!

Oh, Mrs McCarthy...

And I am the greatest fool.

That I allowed myself, even for one second...

You couldn't possibly have known.

...that a man like that,
would be interested in me?

There was bound to be a catch,
wasn't there?

So many lies...

from all of them!

PATRICK:
What Bridget thinks she saw in that album...

Patrick, I have spoken
to Marriage And Birth Records.

George is your son, isn't he?

Do not judge me unkindly, Father.

Only God can judge.

I am here out of concern
for Mrs McCarthy's safety.

I was going to tell her the truth.

At the right time.
- Glad to hear it.

The arrangement we have in this house
may be unusual, but it is not ungodly.

Look at Abraham, Jacob, David, Solomon.

Each took more than one wife

and which were condemned
by the Lord for doing so?

None of them.
- Precisely.

God can see this is a happy house.

With good people
who have chosen to be here.

Was Angelica happy?

Until she lost her faith, yes.

She stopped believing in God,
and stopped believing in you.

That was the secret
she was about to share at St Mary's.

The truth about this house.

I assure you what happened to poor Angelica
had nothing to do with me.

Or anyone else in my home.

I trust I can count
on your discretion in this?

There's so much at stake.

For all of us here.

I understand. Yes.

I've been married to Patrick
for nearly 20 years.

Twenty years!

Yes, well, that certainly explains
the funny looks you always gave me.

I love him with all my heart.

And you agree to share him
with two other women.

The father of your child!

Patrick showed me that God has given him
His permission to take other wives.

And you believed him?

The Lord gave me the strength
I needed to accept it.

What is it you want from me, Francesca?

Your word, you will say nothing of this.

Oh, so I just turn a blind eye?

You must.

Your "House of God" is a house of lies

a den of sin.

And Patrick O'Leary
should go to prison for having built it.

But so will I, Mrs McCarthy.

And that would mean George going into care.

Which would destroy me.

Mrs McCarthy!

DOOR SLAMS

Mrs McCarthy!

Has anyone from Patrick's house been here?

Francesca.

Begging me to keep quiet.

Needless to say Mrs M has told me
all about it.

Did Francesca leave anything,
touch anything?

No. Why?

I think Angelica was silenced
by someone in that house.

And if they silenced her...

They could do the same to me.

Sweet Jesus.

Where are you going?

To see Inspector Mallory.

Whatever for?

They can hardly "silence" me

if I've already reported
their dirty little secret.

In that case, we'll go with you.

Who in their right mind would want to share
their husband with two other women?

All three wives have their reasons, I'm sure.

It must get so complicated!
- Mm.

God doesn't actually support bigamy,
does he, Father?

I don't believe so.

However, nowhere in the Bible
does he expressly forbid it.

Which rather leaves things
open to interpretation.

I bet Patrick couldn't believe his luck.

Ooh!

A word, Father?

Uh, I'll go and arrange that for you, Father.

Oh, yes - thank you, Bunty.

Where's Mrs McCarthy?

Inside, with the inspector.

Then it's the end of everything.

According to the Marriage Records Office

your first husband's still alive?

He's dead to me.

He hurt me. Often.

A year ago, I escaped.

I was sleeping on the streets in Gloucester.
I had nothing.

And then Patrick found me.

And gave me sanctuary.

In return for becoming his third wife.

And playing the part of a widowed niece.

His home is the most beautiful place
in the world.

A true house of God.

For the first time in my life, I felt safe.

And now it's over.

So, what do you intend doing about it,
Inspector?

Inspector?

Mm?

You do agree that those women
and that poor boy

must be rescued
from that sordid den of iniquity?

Sordid, yes...

And that Patrick O'Leary is a...

disgrace of a man who deserves
to be put behind bars?

Absolutely.

Three wives, you say?

Yes!

Unbelievable.

Makes me think of that old Bob Hope quip.

About bigamy being the only time
two rites make a wrong.

It's a play on words.

Rites is spelt "r-i-t-e-s".

Doesn't matter.

Inspector?

I think we need to get Mr O'Leary
in for a chat, hadn't we?

Find out exactly what was going on
in that house.

How it all worked.

MALLORY:
So, let me get this straight.

One day, out of the blue, you told Francesca

that God wanted you to take another wife.

And she went along with it?

You're clearly a remarkably
persuasive man, Mr O'Leary.

Three spouses...

all younger than you

including one who is 28.

You certainly appear
to have covered all the bases.

Age is irrelevant in our house.

The only thing that matters is serving God.

Of course.

Well, you're looking at a seven-year stretch
for this.

I hope it was worth it.

I suspect it probably was.

I assume there was some sort of rota?

Ladies...

Well, Goodfellow, I don't know if that man
should be slapped in jail or given a medal.

I still think one of them could have murdered
Angelica O'Leary, sir.

They all had good reason to.

They're each other's alibis
that none of them left the house

in the hours before the victim died.

And given that she didn't eat or drink
anything personal to her when she visited...

Sir?

To be fair, sir, we still haven't got
any proof that Eddie Trist did it either.

We do now, Sergeant. We do now.

Traces of the same poison found in a jar
on the work shelf of his shed.

So, while we're waiting
for all the marriage certificates

let's get these deviants out on bail.

I've got a murderer to charge.

Imagine if Patrick had produced a ring!

And you said "yes" and accidentally signed up
for Sodom and Gomorrah.

Here it is.

"The seeds of stone fruits, such as apricots,
plums and cherries contain a substance

which releases cyanide when metabolised."

Yes, and...?

MRS MCCARTHY:
The night before Angelica died

there were fruit pits
on Patrick's kitchen floor.

And I am sure they were cherry pits.

That is very useful.

Very useful indeed, Mrs McCarthy.

Well done, Mrs M!

And I just thought Francesca
had been a bit slack with her cleaning.

If that's where the cyanide came from,
then who prepared it?

And how did they get Angelica to ingest it?

Tell rne again exactly what happened
when Angelica gate-crashed the dinner?

WOMAN SPITS

WOMAN:
Disgusting.

Forgive them.

WOMAN: Look at them!
- No shame.

I can't believe it.

Bridget.

Might I have a word?

I'll join you in a minute.

I thought I could trust you, Bridget.

Well, that makes two of us.

This...

belonged to Angelica, didn't it?

You are a shameless man, Patrick O'Leary.

Bridget--
- All baubles and flowers

and honey words.

And none of it meaning a thing.

That's not true.

As the Lord says...

Don't you dare try and twist
the Holy Book with me!

You are a manipulator and a bully

and you deserve whatever fate comes your way.

Bridget, please.

Mrs McCarthy to you.

BUNTY:
There you go, Mrs M.

That'll do you a world of good.

He has no scruples that man! None!

I agree!
Maybe he murdered poor Angelica?

He's certainly capable of it,
I have no doubt about that.

If he did do it, then he must have
put the poison in that wine.

I have told you, Angelica drank
from the same decanter as the rest of us.

Are you certain that no-one could have
slipped anything in it when she arrived?

Think, Mrs M...

MRS MCCARTHY:
He had the glass ready...

Patrick?

No!

George!

Oh, Marjorie, have you seen Father Brown?

Sorry, Mrs McCarthy, no.

Let's split up.

Good idea.

Right...

Maria!

You OK?

Let's go.
- Yes!

Where are you?

Wait! Stop!

Please!

Father Brown, you are a marvel.

FATHER BROWN:
Don't mind if I join you, do you?

Going far?

What do you want, Father?

The wine glass that Angelica took from you
had poison in it, didn't it, George?

But you didn't put it in there.

Because it wasn't your idea
to murder Angelica.

What are you talking about?

George did what he did for love.

And it's become clear to me
that he's very much in love with you.

You're wrong.

It was all my idea.

Erm, how did you procure the poison?

The cherry tree.

FATHER BROWN:
Tell me, George, because I'm interested.

How did you extract cyanide
from a cherry tree?

Lull

It was you, Maria, that extracted the poison
from the cherry pits.

It was you that delivered the letter
to Angelica

knowing it would provoke her
to visit that evening.

And it was you who persuaded
poor, lovelorn George here

to hold out the wine glass
that you had lined with poison.

And you even ensured
that Mrs McCarthy was there

to testify that you had kept
your hands clean.

Why would I do any of that?

Because Angelica was about to cost you dear.

Not sanctuary, but a substantial inheritance.

Which, given Patrick's fragile heart,
could have come at any time.

Inheritance?

As you well know, a bigamist's will
is null and void when the crime is exposed.

I don't care about Patrick's money.

You have very expensive taste in jewellery.

This is outrageous.

May I ask what's in your bag?

That's got nothing to do with you.

George.

George!

You stupid boy!

A train ticket?

To London?

You were going to abandon me.

I'm afraid that Maria has taken advantage
of your affection for her.

You said this was to keep me out of care!

You told me you loved me!

Oh, God.

What have I done?

Stop the bus!

Drive on, Eric.

Stop this bus at once!

I order you to open this door.

This bus now terminates
at the police station.

FATHER BROWN: Before this bus
reaches its final destination

I urge you, for the sake of your mortal souls

to repent.

GOODFELLOW:
Inspector Mallory!

Thank you, Eric!

What in the blazes is...?

Padre.

You can let Eddie Trist go, Inspector.

Oh, can I?

I gave Angelica the cyanide.

In a wine glass.

Sorry, sonny. Eddie Trist did it.

We found poison in his shed.

GEORGE:
In a jar on his work bench.

Yes. I put it there.

That's where Maria told me to put it.

I'll, er, take him inside, sir. Come on, son.

You may have to work a bit harder
with his accomplice, Inspector.

FATHER BROWN:
Unusually thoughtful of Inspector Mallory

to allow them to pray together
at St Mary's before he goes.

I wonder if Patrick will survive
seven years in prison.

If he does

I suspect Francesca will be waiting for him
at the gates.

Hasn't the poor woman suffered enough?

"Love bears all things

love believes all things

love hopes all things

love endures all things."

Love never fails.

So, how did you know which bus
those two were going to take, Father?

I saw George looking at a Kembleford
to Cirencester timetable in the Post Office.

BUNTY LAUGHS
You really are far too clever.

Cheer up, Mrs M.

Not every man you're keen on
will turn out to be a bigamist.

You sound awfully certain about that.

If it's any consolation

I don't think I could ever get used to
calling you Mrs O, Mrs M.

Me neither.

Come on, Mrs M.

Aren't you just a tiny bit flattered
that Patrick went for you

rather than another, younger model?

MRS MCCARTHY:
No.

I am not!