All language subtitles for Father.Brown.2013.S07E10.DVDRip.X264-iNGOT.English

SOFT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

Thank you.

Please, leave us alone.

It can wear one down, can it not?

The heat, I mean.
- Yes.

I should be accustomed to it by now

but some days...
- One can barely breathe.

Give me the bite of a Russian winter any day.

SHE GIGGLES

I'm not sure I'd go that far!
- HE CHUCKLES

Nicholai Solovey.
- Oh!

Lady Felicia Montague.

I know.

Back in England, I've taken up residence
at The Royal Sandford Hotel.

From my balcony, I can see the rooftops
of your ancestral estate.

Sadly, the area's beauty has declined
somewhat since your departure.

Oh Really? How?

What reason now have the birds
to sing or the flowers to bloom?

SHE CHUCKLES

I must go back inside.

The Deputy Governor will be making his speech
and we wouldn't want to miss that?

First...

I must ask you a question.

As you know, the past few decades
have been difficult for my country.

I believe you may be able to help me

Mr Solovey...

I fear you over-estimate
my level of influence.

I'm not interested in state secrets.

It is a personal matter.

Go on.

Artefacts

belonging to my family were seized
after the revolution

and sold by the Antikvariat

to collectors in Europe.

Oh, my necklace!

NICHOLAI:
By the Fabergé work-master

Henrik Wigstrom.

Mm.

I had hoped you would be willing
to sell it back to me.

I'd make sure you were suitably compensated.

I have great sympathy
for your family's losses

but this necklace was a gift
from my late father.

It would break my heart to sell it.

How can I persuade you?

After all, I am its rightful owner.

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't worry about Yuri.

He's... an old friend.

Please.

Even if I were willing,
I don't have the necklace with me.

It was safer to leave it in England.

Not an insurmountable problem.

I'm not known for easily conceding defeat.

Perhaps--
- Forgive me.

My answer is no.

I hope you understand.

If, you change your mind

you know where to find me.

Who can tell, Lady Felicia

what tribulations the future may hold?

LADY FELICIA SIGHS
- on!

Who in the world could travel
thousands of miles

and arrive without a hair out of place.

I don't know about that, my dear Mrs McCarthy

but I certainly feel better for seeing you.

Bunty!

Travelling light, Aunt Fliss.
I'm impressed!

Ah, well, I had to pack for a colder climate.

Hornby said he'd collect them later.

May we finally find out the reason
for your visit?

Your letter was somewhat cryptic.

LADY FELICIA:
All in good time.

I'm positively gasping
for a proper cup of tea!

Oh, tea!

LUGGAGE CLATTERS

CUP CLATTERS

It's all so embarrassing...

About a month ago, Monty was approached
about an investment opportunity.

A diamond mine,
supposedly filled to the brim.

How exciting.
- Quite.

Only, Monty being Monty

greed got the better of him

and he offered
to finance the whole enterprise

invested every penny we have and more.

It transpires the mine
had fewer genuine diamonds

than your average pawnbroker.

And to make matters worse,
there was a terrible accident.

Workers got injured

and... being the legal owner

Monty was liable.

So... you're coming home?

Sadly, no.

I'm simply back
to auction off the family trinkets.

Artworks, jewellery...

We need to raise an awful lot of money.

But presumably the house is safe?

I hope so.
It depends how the auction goes.

Having to sell all your prized possessions!

They are only objects, Mrs M.

Save your prayers for the poor men
who were down that mine.

They had families to feed

and I'm damned if I'm going to let Monty
wriggle out of his obligations.

So when is this auction?

Hornby is driving me
to the bank tomorrow morning

so I can collect a few items from the vault

and then straight to the auction-house.

Let me drive you. For moral support.

Why don't we all go?

You're so kind.

Now, who wants a top-up?

TEA DRIPS INTO THE CUP

CAR DOOR SLAMS

LADY FELICIA:
We won't be long.

Maybe you could keep the necklace

and the rest of the things
would raise enough money?

Not according to the evaluation.

And if we don't clear the debt soon
the estate's in danger

and I can't risk losing Montague.

Your memories of your father
are the real treasure.

Quite so.

It should get a good price.

We've already had one offer
from a Russian chap in Rhodesia.

Well, why not sell to him
and save yourself all this trouble?

Well to be honest,
there was something about them

that put the wind up me.

And if I must sell
I'd rather it go to a good home.

Right. Let's get this over with.

Can I give you a lift, Father?
I can pick Bucephalus up later.

No, thank you.
Exercise is good for the soul.

Well, you're the expert.

ENGINE WHIRS

I know him!

BUNTY:
Who?

Something's wrong.

Quick, follow that van!

Oh. Excuse me!

Leave it to me!

MRS MCCARTHY:
Be careful on that bike!

MAN:
Mm.

PLAN E PASSES OVER

POLICEMEN CHATTER

He's conscious but we won't get much sense
out of him for a while.

I'll contact the security company,
see if they can identify the driver.

I've told you, his name is Yuri.

Ah yes, the mysterious Russian.

He works for Nicholai Solovey.

Or, and I'm only speaking hypothetically

it's someone else with a similar scar.
- Oh!

Alright. I'll look into it,
but I suspect the culprit's a local.

Caught wind of the auction
and chanced his arm.

If it was an opportunist, why did he take
only the necklace?

There were plenty of other valuables
in that case.

MALLORY:
He probably made his getaway on foot

and didn't want too much to carry.

Either way, we'll catch him.

And retrieve the stolen item?

He's probably melting it down as we speak.
- POLICE SIRENS FADE AWAY

Makes it easier to fence.

But we might get lucky.

I'll be in touch.

LADY FELICIA:
Solovey's behind this.

In fact, I'm sure he's responsible
for the whole diamond mine debacle.

Anything to force me to sell that necklace.

You said he was wealthy.
Why wouldn't he just buy it at auction?

Perhaps he wanted to punish you
for refusing his offer.

So you do believe me, Father?

I believe that if we want to retrieve
the necklace

Nicholai Solovey is the way to start.

Luckily, I know where he lives.

Oh, yes...

So what now?

Aunt Fliss and I march in there
and confront him.

Five shillings says we'll beat a confession
out of him in under a minute.

I appreciate your enthusiasm, Bunty
but this is my problem.

BUNTY:
Your problem?

If you don't get this necklace back

then you'll be forced to sell Montague
and I'll be turfed out into the streets!

I'll be like Blind Harry,
roaming around Kembleford...

Don't be melodramatic.

I'm sure your mother and father
will permit your return

given the circumstances.

What? Go back to London?

Perhaps I should go in. Test the water.

Solovey doesn't know we're acquainted.

Very well.

But if you draw a blank
we're doing this my way.

And my way involves pruning shears.

Yes, I've always had my doubts
about your family.

BUNTY: Well, their clientele
leaves something to be desired

but I do approve of their staff.

FATHER BROWN:
Isn't that Daniel Winks?

BUNTY:
Who?

FATHER BROWN:
He was a chorister at St Mary's.

Not the Daniel Winks that got blind drunk
before the Christmas Concert

and then was violently sick
over my best shoes?

The very same.

LADY FELICIA:
I was always quite fond of him.

Sorry.

Thank you.
- Much obliged, sir.

Keeping out of trouble, Mr Winks?

Father Brown! It's been years!

St Mary's hasn't moved.

You're welcome to return at any time.

Not the impression I got from Mrs McCarthy
last time I was there.

She is nothing if not forgiving.

Must be talking about different
Mrs McCarthys.

So what brings you to the Royal Sandborough?

I'm looking for Nicholai Solovey.

The Russian?

This time of day, he'll be in the bar
reading the papers.

Tell him he'll never get
to Heaven if he don't tip the staff.

Could you point him out to me?

For you, Father...

it's on the house.

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

Good Morning.

Father.

Have you heard the appalling news?

Hm?

The robbery.

Lady Montague's necklace
stolen in broad daylight!

The world is slipping
into a moral abyss, Father.

You must've noticed,
considering your profession.

FATHER BROWN:
Indeed.

Darkness surrounds us

but the Lord provides
a path towards the light.

Then maybe it was He
who lightened the lady's pockets

so she may more easily pass into Heaven?

Are you not concerned

that such a crime
has occurred on our doorstep?

My valuables are under lock and key.

Perhaps the Countess should have exercised
similar caution.

In her defence

I've heard a rumour that
the necklace is cursed.

Cursed?

The family it once belonged to were nearly
destroyed by the Bolsheviks.

And the new owner now finds herself
beset by misfortune.

I'm surprised a man of the cloth would give
credence to tales of cursed jewels.

I never said I gave them credence.

But whoever stole the necklace
would do well to return it

lest the same fate befall him!

You jest.

I'm disturbing you.

It's fine.
- FATHER BROWN: I must go.

Souls to save.

In my opinion...

there is no abyss

moral or physical, that cannot be overcome

by a leap of faith.

I could lose my job for this.

Think of it as atonement for past sins.

And I used to begrudge a few Hail Marys!

FATHER BROWN: Nicholai Solovey
was responsible for the theft.

I could see it in his eyes.

Is there a safe anywhere?

He had one installed.
Pricey one, too.

Must be so good it's invisible
cos I've never seen it.

DANIEL: Any chance we could hurry this up?
- Bog da/

Bog I vzyal

You speak Russian?

Picked up a little bit in the army.

I think it says...

"God gives, God takes back."

How're you gonna get inside?

I have absolutely no idea.

MALLORY:
I've spoken to the hotel manager.

Nicholai Solovey was having breakfast
alongside a dozen witnesses

at the time of the robbery.

That doesn't prove he didn't pay
this Yuri to do it.

What did the security guard say
about his attacker?

I've not had chance to interview him yet.

Huh, typical!

MALLORY:
They had to operate.

He's in no fit state!

Can't you search Solovey's safe at least?

I don't have enough evidence
to justify a warrant

and Nicholai Solovey
has friends in very high places.

So do I! And they were my friends first!

I'll call by if there's any news.

Good day!

Thank you, Inspector.

Infuriating little man!

If you're certain Solovey has it,
why can't we steal it back ourselves?

Because you would get into
very serious trouble.

Only if we got caught.

Oh!

It would take a master criminal
to crack the safe

and remove the necklace
without raising the alarm.

A master criminal, you say?

How fortunate
that you're such good pals with one.

You don't mean...?
- Father...

please, oh no, please
tell me you're not even considering that?

THEY SPEAK IN FRENCH

CARS BEEP OUTSIDE

Greetings, old friend.

PHONE RINGS

St Mary's Presbytery.

FLAMBEAU: You 're fortunate
that your telegram arrived so promptly.

I only returned from Istanbul this morning.

Don't ask what I was doing there,
you wouldn't approve.

So, you need my help?

Yes, to retrieve a stolen item.

You've mistaken me for someone else, Father.

Try contacting that curious local inspector
of yours.

You are the only man I know
who can pull this off.

Oh, flattery is beneath you, Father,
but please don't stop.

What exactly would I be retrieving?

A stolen necklace.

It belongs to Lady Felicia,
it's being held in a safe

in the penthouse suite
of the Royal Sandborough Hotel.

Its return is of the utmost importance.

And what would I receive
for my considerable pains?

Our eternal gratitude.

FLAMBEAU:
Ha!

Delightful as watching you descending
into criminality sounds, Father

I don't work for anyone.

Especially without payment.

Without your help,
Lady Felicia will lose everything.

A woman like that
will never be destitute, Father.

Too many foolish men in the world
clambering over each other to save her.

I, however, am not one of them.

Goodbye, Father.

Then Solovey has won.

I am sorry to have troubled you.

FLAMBEAU:
Wait...

Did you say Solovey?

As in Nicholai Solovey?

Yes.

Do you know him?

I'll catch the next ferry
and be at Kembleford station by nightfall.

HE COUGHS

Bless you, Father.

Thank you my son.

Hercule.

I trust you had a pleasant journey?
- Profitable.

I collected a small fortune in unpaid fares.

But you didn't summon me
for my dazzling repartee.

You need a thief...

and here I am.
- Hmm.

BIRDS CHIRP

FLAMBEAU:
So I said to Father Brown

"I can't possibly abandon Lady Felicia
to the cruelties of this dastardly villain!"

Consider me your knight in shining armour.

What's in it for you?

You doubt my chivalrous motives?

You wouldn't know chivalry if it slapped you
across your devious face

so you can drop the act.

We're impervious
to your so-called Gallic charms.

So, why did you come?

Revenge.

A few months ago, Nicholai Solovey
commissioned me to steal a tiara

once worn by Alexandra,
the last Empress of Russia.

Regrettably, the tiara had already
been stolen before I arrived.

FATHER BROWN:
By whom?

FLAMBEAU:
Solovey himself.

ALARM RINGS
- FLAMBEAU: He tipped off the local police.

The buffoons were so busy hunting me

Solovey was able to stroll out the door
with the thing practically under his arm.

Am I the only one who thinks we would be mad
to trust this man?

Under normal circumstances, I'd agree.
It would be foolish to trust me.

However, you have my word

that punishing Solovey is far more important
to me than your bauble.

Nobody gets hurt

not even Solovey.

And nothing else is taken.

I have already informed Flambeau
of our conditions.

Do you really think
you can get the necklace back?

I once stole an antique wedding ring
from the finger of a Parisian countess

while simultaneously exchanging pleasantries
with the Prefect of Police.

SHE SIGHS

But I will need help.

From all of you.

Count me out!

Please, let's listen to his plan.

Other than Russian antiquities

Solovey has two weaknesses.

Gambling and beautiful women.

I intend to exploit both.

SMOOTH JAZZ PLAYS

Dubonnet and gin
with a twist of lemon, please.

May I have the honour
of paying for your drink?

Sorry, my mother warned me
against accepting drinks from strangers.

My name is Nicholai Solovey.

I have the penthouse suite.

I like riding but not hunting

and, despite my name,
prefer champagne to vodka.

There.

I'm no longer a stranger.

Au contraire.

I know who you are
but you know nothing about me.

Excellent point.

Have dinner with rne tonight.

We can talk...

eat, get to know each other.

And when you're satisfied
that we are suitably acquainted

I'll buy you that drink.

Tempting.

But my godmother is descending
for a game of baccarat tonight.

She's not the sort one likes to disappoint.

Would your godmother mind if I joined?

You play?

A little.

I'm sure she'd have no objections.

I must warn you, though

she's a terrible flirt.

I shall do my best not to encourage her.

Deal.

Antonia de Mandeville.

Pleased to meet you.

The pleasure is all mine.

MRS MCCARTHY:
So I win?

No!

But my score is still higher than yours.

If the cards add up to ten or more

you only use the second digit.

So your score isn't fifteen, it's five.

Are you trying to swindle me?

I'm trying to stop you
making a fool of yourself!

Ha! Saved by the belle demoiselle! Success?

He's on the hook.
Said I'd send for him when we're ready.

How could he resist?

Be careful. Solovey's dangerous
and doesn't like to lose.

I've never met a man who does.

Ooh!

Bunty gets to be a glamorous heiress.

Mrs M gets to be a-—
Some sort of wealthy godmother.

What am I doing?

Don't be cross with me.

You're more than capable of playing the honey
to trap our Russian bear

but he'd recognise you instantly.

Fear not, your job's equally
as important but you'll need this.

For what?

Taking care of Solovey's guard dog, Yuri.

It's tasteless and dissolves instantly
in alcohol.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Daniel, perfect timing!

Mrs M, lovely to see you again.

Daniel.

You gotta swear I'll get this back.

They'll have my guts for garters
if they found out I've pinched it.

For you.

Is this some kind of joke?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Yes?

Message for Mr Solovey.

Miss de Mandeville
and guest await him in the bar.

DANIEL: Relax, Mrs M.
There's nothing to be worried about.

Easy enough for you to say.

For whom, no doubt,
gambling comes quite naturally!

Actually, I've never placed a bet myself.

Saw what it did to my old man over the years.

Oh, sorry, I shouldn't have...

it's just that I am extremely nervous.

Follow my lead and you'll be fine.

Thank you, Daniel.

You only have to play a few hands.

As soon as Solovey is settled

you can make your excuses and leave.

BUNTY:
Ah, here he is.

Godmother, this is the charming Mr Solovey.

Mr Solovey, this is my godmother

Lady Agatha Havilland-Frump.

Delighted to meet you, Mr Solovey.

Likewise.

I've been assured, that Mr Solovey
is quite the card-smith.

I claimed nothing of the sort.

There you go, sir.

May I ask the minimum bank?

Shall we say ten pounds?

SHE CHOKES

MRS MCCARTHY:
Excuse me.

They were a little heavy-handed with the gin.

I usually play for higher stakes.

My godmother doesn't approve
of frittering away one's fortune

but we'll see how the evening progresses.

Would you care to be banker?

Mm...

KNOCK ON DOOR

Mr Solovey like his bed turned down?

No.

Oh, let's open this window,
it's awful stuffy in 'ere.

LADY FELICIA:
It's alright for them, ain't it?

Life's all caviar and bubbles
while the rest of us do the real work.

I'm supposed to be taking that dinner
down to the fellow at number 12

but he's "changed his mind".

Don't suppose you're 'ungry? No charge.

Us lot got to stick together, ain't we?

RUSSIAN ACCENT:
True.

Got a bottle of scotch
hidden in the laundry room an' all.

After all...

your master will be away
for hours, won't he?

THEY BOTH CHUCKLE

FLAMBEAU:
Wait in our room.

When I've retrieved the necklace,
I'll meet you there.

Are you sure?

ROCK FALLS FROM OUTSIDE

What's that?
- Oh, that...

bloomin' dumb-waiter!

Makes an awful racket.

There you go, love.

DOOR UNLOCKS

DOOR CLOSES IN HARMONY WITH MUSIC

Mr Winks lent it to me.

You could have told me you had the key
before I jumped off the roof!

Didn't want to spoil your grand entrance.

Surely you didn't think
I would have left you unsupervised?

DOORS OPEN

FATHER BROWN:
Can you open it?

FLAMBEAU:
It's the latest Mosler.

Allegedly, it can withstand the blast
from an atomic bomb.

You didn't answer my question.

Have faith, Father.

GLOVES DROP TO THE FLOOR

And patience.

Rather fun, isn't it?

NICHOLAI:
I knew Luck was supposed to be a lady.

I did not know
she took such a disarming form.

Don't think, Mr Solovey...

that I will allow myself
to be distracted by flattery.

You can't blame me for trying.

SHE CHUCKLES
- NICHOLAI: How about we increase the bank?

Twenty-five pounds?

Fine by me.

Twenty-five...

Oh, excuse me, I...

I quite forgot I'm supposed to visit
my sister this evening.

Oh, she is very unwell.

Is it serious?
- Erm...

She has...
- Gout!

How very unpleasant for her.

MRS MCCARTHY BREATHES HEAVILY

Croupier, cash those for me.

My man will collect from the concierge
in the morning.

Lady Agatha...

it has been a pleasure
to make your acquaintance.

Oh!

Likewise.

Goddaughter, farewell.

Don't get too... carried away.

Would I?

And then there were two.

Hmm.

Praying won't help.

I beg to differ.

Take Martin de Porres

he used prayer to pass through locked doors

so he could care for the sick
quarantined on the other side.

I doubt Martin de Porres had to pass through
four inches of hardened steel!

The doors of the cabinet are decorated
with Russian crosses.

FATHER BROWN: Do you know the meaning
of the slanted cross-beam?

The thieves on either side of Christ
at the crucifixion.

FLAMBEAU: One side goes up, the penitent
thief ascending to Heaven

the other down, the impenitent thief
condemned to Hell.

And which are you?

Don't delude yourself.

I'm here for revenge, that's all.

Anyway, penitence implies regret.

All the fun we've had, Father?

I wouldn't change a thing.

Let's take a break.

Drink?

That would be lovely.

NICHOLAI:
Same again.

BUNTY:
Back so soon?

What do you think you're doing?

Winning. What does it look like?

WHISPERS: You're supposed to keep
this Solovey at the table

not bankrupt him!

Why can't I do both at the same time?

Our job is to keep him distracted
until we get the all clear.

Oh, Miss Windermere's
definitely distracting him.

SHE SIGHS

On second thoughts

make it a large measure for the lady.

THEY LAUGH

You wait 'ere.

RUSSIAN ACCENT:
Where you go?

I'm gonna get us something else to drink.
- YURI LAUGHS

'Ere. Make yourself comfy!

And don't forget, shh!

Shh!

I'll be back in a minute...

THEY LAUGH

Or two.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Don't tell me you haven't opened it yet?

FLAMBEAU
This isn't as simple as it looks.

We have a problem!

A little peace wouldn't go amiss!

It appears Penelope
cannot hold her cocktails.

She promised me!

No.

We can't risk Solovey recognising you.

Stay here with Flambeau.

Don't tell me the great Flambeau
isn't up to the task?

Au contraire.

Your score is three, madame.

You must take a card.

Oh, yes! What he said.

What sort of card are you, Mr Solovey?

A king? A knave?

A joker'?
- Your card, madame.

Oh.

Oh Father!

SHE CHUCKLES Mr Solovey,
have you met my friend, Father Brown?

You know each other?

Old acquaintances. How's your game?

After a slow start,
I believe my fortunes are improving.

SHE CHUCKLES

Miss de Mandeville, might I have a word?

Oh well we're halfway through a hand!
- This won't take long.

Exactly how much have you had to drink?

Not much,
I was under "struct instrictions"!

Oh, now you mention it,
I am a little bit wobbly.

What now?

Keep an eye on her.

Alright!

SHE LAUGHS

Miss de Mandeville has an errand to run.

Do you mind if I take her place
for a few hands?

Uh...please.

Do the Catholic clergy often gamble
in your country?

Terrible habit we picked up
in the Reformation.

Helped pass the time whilst hiding
in priest-holes from marauding Anglicans.

HE LAUGHS FAINTLY

Ah.
HE CHUCKLES

Mm.

KNOCK ON DOOR

SHE COUGHS UNCOMFORTABLY

We're just... playing a game.

Not to be disturbed!

Lucky me.

Concentrate!

And in case you get any ideas

know that I'm not someone to be
underestimated.

Underestimated?

I hold you in the highest possible regard.

Not as high as my niece, judging by the way
you were fawning over her earlier.

Jealous?

Certainly not!

Pity.

Your niece is a firework

charming, yes but all colour and show,
and gone in a flash.

Your fire runs much hotter

being kept in its furnace.

What would happen, I wonder

if you opened the door?

SHE COUGHS

There's only one door here
that needs opening.

Your bet, Father.

Perhaps we should cash-out?

It does not look like Miss de Mandeville
plans to return.

No! Let's continue.

Can I bet all of it?

Er... Yes. But--
- Excellent.

In for a penny...

Player bets £25.

Twenty-five. . . ?

DANIEL:
Player wins.

Oh at last! Is it in there?

Oh! Oh! I could kiss you!

It's a figure of speech.

This was stolen from the Duchess of Kent.

What are you doing?

Stop it. We had a deal.

The necklace, and nothing else.

Father Brown cannot be complicit in theft.

The crimes have already been committed.

I am simply redistributing property
from one thief to another.

I'll call the police.

And how would you explain your involvement?

Stop or... uh... I'll scream!

Oh.
- Since you're being so ungenerous

I'll take the necklace after all.

Something to remember you by.

You don't have it in you.

You!
- Stay back!

Don't! Flambeau!

Propose raising the bank

to £50.

Banco.

Banker is all-in.
Player matches the bank.

Player has eight and stands.

Bank has seven. Player wins.

I'd like to buy back in.

Take your hands off me. Quite honestly...

What're you playing at, man?

Lady Felicia?

HE LAUGHS

I take it from the uniform

that your husband's diamond business
is struggling?

You're very self-satisfied for a man
who's just been robbed.

The safe.

LADY FELICIA:
I believe you know the culprit.

His name is Hercule Flambeau.

Flambeau?

He's taken everything Father Brown,
including the Rolls Royce.

You see, Father? A moral abyss!

SOLOVEY, IN RUSSIAN:
Da-vai!

Thank you, Father.

By involving your good friend Flambeau,
you've sealed Montague's fate!

ALARM RINGS

Out of the vehicle, please.

We are in a hurry, Inspector.

We've had a tip-off that you are
in possession of stolen goods.

I'd like to search the vehicle.

DISCREETLY:
Not yet.

Be my guest.

But please, be quick about it.

What do we have here?

That's impossible!

Nicholai Solovey, you're under arrest.

You're not obliged to say anything

but anything you say
may be given in evidence.

And that goes for your chum here, too.

What is taking so long?

These auctions can drag on for hours.

That's why I decided I would rather be here

among friends.

Does that mean you've forgiven me?

I suppose so.

I still wish you'd told us the whole plan.

Hear, hear.

It was shameful,
keeping us in the dark like that!

Putting Solovey behind bars was the only way
of protecting you from reprisals.

It was vital that Solovey believed your anger
with Flambeau was genuine.

So it's my acting skills you don't trust?

Well, at least we got the necklace back.

Perhaps Monsieur Flambeau
isn't as irredeemable as I thought?

Except, according to Inspector Mallory

not all of Solovey's money made it
into the boot of his car.

Oh.

It seems our thief
took his own reward, after all.

Aunt Fliss!
I bumped into the telegram boy outside.

I think it's from the auction house.

Well don't keep us in suspense!

Have you raised enough
to keep Montague or not?

We should be able to cover our debts.

Guess that means I'll have to stay
in Kembleford.

The necklace fetched
a particularly good price.

Does it say who bought it?

An anonymous bidder, via the telephone.

Well whoever it is,
I hope it brings them joy!

And my winnings at baccarat

will go a long way to the restoration
of the clerestory.

And what are you doing loitering there,
Master Winks?

Oh, I promised him... elocution lessons.

An overdue apology, Mrs M.

For the incident at the Carol Concert.

Oh, apologies accepted.

And will we be welcoming you
into St Mary's soon?

When I can get off work.

BUNTY:
You'll see Daniel at my next games night.

He's agreed to be croupier.

No, I will not!

I have had quite enough
of gambling for the moment.

I will come.

I thought I did rather well at Baccarat.

PHONE RINGS

HE COUGHS

St Mary's Presbytery?

FLAMBEAU:
How does it feel?

All those years you tried to make me
an honourable man

yet it is I who has turned you into a thief.

You could have taken Solovey's hoard.

I would have been powerless to stop you.

But you did not.

Neither did I leave empty-handed.

Ah, yes...

Solovey's cash.

I confess I am disappointed.

I never thought that you were motivated
by avarice alone.

Then you'll be pleased to hear
I've invested it in an item

of immense aesthetic and spiritual value.

I was going to keep it

but now I think I might give it
to a lady-friend.

An apology for certain uncouth actions
of mine.

How uncharacteristically contrite.

FLAMBEAU:
Well, what can I say?

She is someone I hold
in the highest possible regard.

FLAM B EAU:
Until next time, Father.