All language subtitles for Father.Brown.2013.S10E06.DVDRip.X264-iNGOT.English

FATHER BROWN:
Wonderful! Thank you.

Goodbye.
- PHONE HANGS UP

That was Ms Clement on the telephone.

What, the headmistress?

What did she want?

Rather exciting news, actually.
- Ah!

Kembleford's getting a royal visit!

Alright, hang on a second.

Father Brown was just about
to announce some exciting news.

Go on, Father.

That was the exciting news.

Do you think we'll get to meet her?

As a matter of fact, we will.

In recognition of our contribution
to the fundraising

we will be joining
Ms Clement at the grand opening.

Hm. I was hoping for Elizabeth Taylor.

MS CLEMENT:
They're here.

Places, everybody.

Don't have to salute or anything, do we?

They're royal aides, not royalty,
you don't have to...

Oh, my goodness.

He's rather dapper, isn't he?

Good morning.

Allow me to introduce
Inspector Beckett

liaison for palace security

and Ms Barnes,
Her Royal Highness' personal assistant.

Mayor Wood, a pleasure.

I trust your accommodation was satisfactory?

Adequate, thank you.

Pleased to meet you.
I'm Ms Clement, the headmistress.

And this is Father Brown and his associates

Brenda Palmer and Mrs Devine.

They've been instrumental in
raising the funds for the library.

Ms Clement is too modest.
We merely leant a hand.

Father Brown. Brenda.

Sorry, I didn't quite catch...

Oh, um, Mrs Devine.

Isabel.

Charmed.

Right, yes, well,
we should probably make a start, I think?

Absolutely! I assume you'll want
to see the new library first?

So if you'd care to follow me...

Problem, Ms Clement?

No! No problem.

Ray was supposed to...

It's possible Ray has overslept.

He overdid it on the ale last night and
I was called to the pub to drive him home.

Oh dear, how embarrassing.

I can only apologise.

Ms Clement, I think you better
go and wake him up, don't you think?

I'l come with you.

Are you alright?

Of course I'm not alright.
He's loving this, isn't he?

Our esteemed Mayor.

You do know he never contributed
a penny to any of this?

I take it you'll be standing
against him at the next election?

Too right I will.

Kembleford needs a Mayor
who cares about this community

not just himself.

Typical!

Raymond!

Father? What are you...

What's going on?

I'm afraid you've slightly overslept.

Slightly?
The royal aides are already here!

Royal what?

The representatives from the palace

who are attending the school today
in advance of the royal visit.

Oh... That.

Yes, that.

Did you at least
finish tidying up the library?

Yeah, course.

What's this doing here?

Looks old.

Itis.

Must have dug it out last night...

obviously feeling sentimental.

How nice for you.
Where are the keys?

Oh, for heaven's sake, find them!

ELIZABETH:
That's your caretaker?

NEIL: He was at the inn
we were staying at last night.

Made quite the spectacle of himself.

He was blind drunk, boorish and loud.

We retired early just to get away from him.

Yes, well, he will not be here
the day of the visit

that I can promise you.

Oh!

Watch what you're doing, man!

Not the best of starts, Ms Clement.

ELIZABETH:
So your caretaker lives in the school?

It's a temporary arrangement.

The opening ceremony
will take place at the front of the school.

There will be a brass band.
- Oh, lovely!

I should like to run through
a quick rehearsal with you all.

This way please.

That's a dapper looking suit.

Do you think it hides a concealed weapon?

Thank you, Mrs Devine.

And, er, yes.

As a matter of fact, it does.

The library is just through here.

I think you'll be very...

You didn't lock up?

I thought I did.

MS CLEMENT:
Thought you did?

Your tools are still here!

Did you even come in here last night?

The second I was gone,
you went straight to the pub, didn't you?

Look, I...
I was going to come back later...

to finish off, but I...

But you could barely walk by then,
could you?

Have you any idea what you've done?

You've ruined... everything.

Ms Clement!

Er, I think she just needs a moment.

Poor woman.

All that hard work.

I presume the visit
will have to be cancelled?

Cancelled?

I've got half the constabulary prepped
for this visit, this was supposed to be my--

Kembleford's chance to shine.

Why would someone
vandalise a library anyway?

Anarchists.

Don't be ridiculous, Sergeant,
there are no anarchists in Kembleford.

This is clearly the work of kids.

Whoever it was made quite the mess.

But the damage is surprisingly minimal.

And, I believe, salvageable.

MRS DEVINE: Absolutely,
especially if we all pull together.

There's still two days before the visit.

Do we really need to be
talking about cancelling it?

Your confidence is admirable,
Mrs Devine, sO...

no, we do not.

For now.

Why don't we all give Ms Clement
ten minutes or so

and then reconvene for the rehearsal?

If you'll excuse me,
I need to use the little boy's room.

Are you alright, Ms Barnes?

No, no, no, I'm not. I've lost my lighter.

I'm
SI
my.
\
I

Blimey...
must be a pretty important lighter.

Well, if you'll all excuse me too,
I might as well

take this opportunity
to inspect the grounds.

Right...

staff-room, kettle, cuppa?

You do not speak until
Her Royal Highness has spoken first.

You do not ask questions of her
unless invited to do so.

Mrs Devine, perhaps you could
stand in for the princess?

It's the role I was born to play.

And, er...

Brenda, isn't it?

Perhaps you could be the flower-girl?

The what?

It's my understanding one of the pupils here
will come up from the crowd

to present Her Royal Highness with a bouquet.

Is that correct, Ms Clement?

Hm?

Yes. Sorry, yes.

So what I'll need you to do
is come up at the end, curtsey...

Sorry... sorry, what?

Yeah, erm... I don't know how to curtsey.

It's really very simple.

Yeah, sorry... do you know what?

I don't really think
I'm flower-girl material.

Think I'm probably better
giving Ray an hand clearing up.

Honestly, Miss Palmer, there's nothing to it.

You just simply backfoot bob.

SHE SQUEAKS
Oh, right.

Yeah. No, sorry, Father.

Right then.

Line please. Places, everyone.

Cars arrive, crowd cheers,
band begins to play and...

Your Royal Highness,
if you'd care to step this way.

Start on the left here.

Your Royal Highness, Father Brown.

Delighted to meet you.

Father!

Inspector!

SHE GASPS

Everyone stay out there.

No one leave the premises.

Excuse me,
did you hear what I just said?

What do you think you're doing?

My job, Chief Inspector.

I suggest you do yours.

Oh no, not you as well.

Chief Inspector, I must be permitted
to perform the last rites.

Ego, facultate...

Sergeant, we were barely ten yards away.

Have you any idea
how this is going to look?

FATHER BROWN MUTTERS IN LATIN

...tibi condedo.

Et benedico te.

In nominee Patris, et Fil
et Spirftus Sancti.

Amen.

This door's locked.

FATHER BROWN:
If that door's locked...

and Raymond has the keys in his pocket...

That means his attacker came through
the main doors

right by the staff-room,
so why didn't we see them?

Perhaps we did.

What do you mean, Father?

I haven't seen anyone here other than...

Other than us.

Where is Ms Clement?

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

What are you doing, Ms Clement?

I never...

I... Tjust...

I just found it there... I...

We could all see how angry she was, but this?

It's unconscionable.

I take it we're free to leave,
Chief Inspector?

For the time being, yes.

Inspector Beckett?

Perhaps Mrs Devine will be kind enough
to drive you back to the Red Lion

but I shall have to ask you
to remain there until...

Actually, Chief Inspector,
I shall be coming with you.

You'll be doing what?

The security of Her Royal Highness
is my priority here, Chief Inspector.

If the visit's to go ahead,
then I need to establish that this murder

was in no way connected to it.

That means I will be
part of the investigation.

Now, if any of that needs clarifying

I suggest you take it up with Scotland Yard.

You don't really think...?

I see no guilt in her face.

I see confusion...

and grief.

Chief Inspector?

Don't ask.

Been kicked out of my own office.

His Royal Tallness in there
has completely commandeered it

to make a private call to the Yard.

What I need now is a full confession.

Ah, right, Sergeant.
Tell me, what have you got?

The only other thing on his possession.

Around his neck, anyway.

Here, what do you make of it?

Daughter?

Granddaughter?

It's funny, mind.

I don't remember Ray
ever mentioning family.

NEIL:
He probably stole it.

Tell me, Chief Inspector,
is this village in the habit

of employing known felons
as school caretakers?

Raymond Harrison
had quite the criminal record.

Fraud, burglary, theft...

all culminating in an eight-year stint
at HMP Gloucester.

Ray often alluded to a chequered past
in our conversations

but I had no idea of the extent.

This is troubling news.

Might I be permitted
a visitation with Ms Clement?

I'm sure she'd appreciate
your counsel, Father.

In the meantime, Chief Inspector and I
need to discuss how best to proceed.

Shall we?

Please, after you.

DOOR SHUTS

Two Inspectors.

This is gonna be a long day, Father.

Come on then.

A locket?

FATHER BROWN:
Silver.

Containing a picture of a young girl.

A girl I recognise.

From the photograph on your desk.

My old class photo.

We'd just moved here that summer...

me and my mum.

Clement was her maiden name.

And Raymond Harrison was your father.

He was in prison for most of my childhood

and then, by the time I'd left home,
he'd vanished completely.

It was ten years ago
he tracked me down again.

He talked about...

regret, and making amends.

But really he was just a...

homeless, desperate alcoholic
with nowhere else to go.

So you gave him a job.

And somewhere to stay
on the school grounds.

We agreed to keep it a secret.

A headmistress employing a felon?

I would have lost my job.

I know how it must look

but I swear to you, I didn't do it.

You do believe me, don't you?

I do.

Or at least, I want to.

So you must tell me everything.

What exactly were you doing
during the ten minutes

you took to collect yourself after
we discovered the vandalised library?

My office...

and then out front looking for you all.

Mayor Wood saw me, I think.

He was...

he was actually talking with Ray at the time,
having...

having some kind of argument.

Argument?

Something about money.
It all sounded a bit heated.

You don't think...?

MAYOR WOOD: It's no secret that Ms Clement
and I weren't on the best of terms

but even I couldn't have predicted this.

I'm just as shocked about it
as the rest of you.

How well did you know Raymond Harrison?

MAYOR WOOD:
Me? Barely at all.

He was something of the hermit,
as you well know.

In a manner of speaking, yes.

I only ask because I've
been led to believe that you had

some sort of disagreement
prior to our rehearsal?

Who told you that?

Oh, her.

I didn't think she'd...

He owed me some money, that's all.
Hardly matters now.

How could a school caretaker
end up owing money to a mayor?

He was meant to do some
handywork for me.

Never completed the job.
Like I say, hardly matters.

If memory serves

when we discovered
the vandalism in the library

you were the first person to suggest
that the royal visit be cancelled.

Was vandalism the odd job
you had paid him for?

HE SCOFFS
What?

What are you saying?
Why on Earth would I do that?

To prevent the royal visit.

And the subsequent publicity
it would've afforded your mayoral rival.

HE SCOFFS

That's ridiculous.

The visit was still going ahead.

The damage was minimal,
you said so yourself.

Perhaps that was why
you demanded your money back?

Truth is your friend here, Mayor Wood.

Because you are guilty of one crime

does not necessarily mean
you are guilty of another.

What other?

Oh, dear God.
You can't possibly think that I could...

It's politics, Father! Different rules.

Ms Clement herself
would have done exactly the same...

I think she's more than
demonstrated what she's capable of.

I see.

Father, please.

I may not be a saint

but there are some lines
that I even could never cross.

Never.

Well, I knew the Mayor was crooked
but this takes the biscuit.

Do you think he knew
that Ray was her father?

No.

And if things hadn't played out
the way they did

none of us would ever have known.

What did the Chief Inspector say?

Not a great deal.

He was mostly celebrating
the departure of his palace counterpart

thus enabling him to retumn to
the school and "investigate properly".

As enthusiastic and well-intentioned
as our Chief Inspector is

I fear that the looming deadline
of the visit itself

is somewhat colouring his judgement.

BRENDA:
Course itis.

This whole visit's made everybody go nuts.
I don't get it.

It's not like it's the Queen,
it's just her sister.

You're not much of a royalist, are you,
Brenda?

No, I'm just not as obsessed
with it as everybody else.

They're just people
at the end of the day.

I'm going to cycle down there

and see if I can offer my assistance
to the Chief Inspector.

Oh, I'm sure he'll love that.
What would you like us to do?

Only I was thinking,
that perhaps Brenda and I

should head down to the Red Lion
and check on Ms Barnes?

And her tall, handsome bodyguard?

Hmm?
- Hmm?

Oh, yes, I suppose he'll be there too,
won't he?

Knock-knock.

Fabulous...

I've just got rid of one
interfering detective and up pops another.

I came to offer my services,
Chief Inspector.

I'm painfully aware
of the pressure you are under.

We have matters quite in hand, thank you.

Yes, Father,
we just keep finding more and more.

Looks like old Ray really didn't
leave his criminal past behind.

The spoils of a pickpocket.

I rather hoped we wouldn't
find something like this.

Where is the newspaper?

What newspaper?

Ray had an old newspaper this morning.

Ms Clement tossed it onto the chair there.

Seems to have vanished.

How should I know?
He probably threw it out.

How would he have done that?

I very much doubt
he did it after the murder.

Hardly think a missing newspaper
should be our priority right now.

Just seems odd
that it's vanished, that's all.

He really was quite the magpie.

So it would seem.

Well, as you say,
you seem to have matters in hand.

Perhaps I should leave you to it?

What a novel idea.

Right, tear this place apart,
find that newspaper.

Do you mind?

I was starting to feel a bit of a gooseberry.

Yes... they do seem to have taken something
of a shine to each other, don't they?

Just a bit.

So...

how do you become a royal aide, anyway?

Do you have to go to a posh school
or something?

Well, I certainly didn't.

How come you talk like that then?

Because it's part of the training.

Without it, I'd be talkin' like this
all the bleedin' time.

THEY LAUGH

Believe it or not,
the only person who does ever

hear me talk like that
is Princess Margaret herself.

She has the same thoughts on
airs and graces as you seem to.

Oh.
- She prefers people to be themselves.

She does?

Oh, yes.

And you should 'ear what 'appens

when you get 'er on the old Joanna
after a few sherries an' all!

Wow! She sounds sort of...

Well, you know... for royalty.

Ms Palmer. Ms Barnes.

Glad to find you here.

Miss Palmer,
would you give us a moment please?

Oh, do I have to?

It's all getting a bit
Mills and Boon in there.

Never mind.

Forgive me for asking,
but your lighter, it's gold, isn't it?

Only that is catnip for a pickpocket.

And Raymond Harrison had form.

He had quite the collection of
similarly valuable items hoarded in his room.

And I couldn't help notice
that he bumped into you rather clumsily

outside the school, is that when he stole it?

I didn't realise at the time.
- When did you?

And why didn't you inform anyone?

May I?

Margaret Rose Windsor.

That's Princess Margaret's lighter, isn't it?

Ray saw you using it

on the school steps.

He must have found it irresistible.

How did you get it back?

I--
- She didn't.

I did.

You did?

In my line of work, you develop something
of a sixth sense when it comes to people.

As soon as Ms Barnes
realised the lighter was missing

and...

I realised what it was...

I knew exactly who had it.

You confronted him?

1 found him locking up
during my inspection of the grounds.

I demanded it back, he didn't even argue.

You do realise that that makes you
the last person to have seen him alive?

Second last, I think you'll find, Father.

I'm so sorry, Nell, I should never have...

None of this is what you think,
Father, I swear.

I'm not a thief.

I just borrowed it, that's all.

I do find some people have
a rather cavalier use of that word.

It's true, I was going to put it back.
I always do.

You've done it before?

I have nothing but love and respect
for the royal family

but when you spend as much time
with them as I do

sometimes the lines begin to blur.

It never felt like stealing...

more like borrowing from a friend.

Unfortunately, the palace
wouldn't quite see it that way.

Had I not retrieved it

she would have lost her job,
her home, everything.

I'm going to return it, first chance I get.

And I'll never do it again, I swear.

NEIL:
I'l make sure of it.

trust this litle matter can...

remain between ourselves?
- DOOR OPENS

Oh, hello.
What you all doing here?

Enjoying anecdotes about life at the palace.

Will you be having a drink, Sergeant?

Er, no, thank you, Father.

The Chief Inspector wanted me
to tell you the visit can go ahead, sir.

That's assuming we can return
the library to its former glory, of course.

Ms Clement has been formally charged.

Don't look at me like that, Father.

Whether you like it or not,
the evidence fits

up to and including the fact
we have her fingerprints on the hammer.

We already knew that.

She picked it up in the library.

We all saw her do it.

Yes, and we also saw her threaten him,
didn't we?

A criminal she'd been harbouring,
a man who, to her mind

had completely destroyed her legacy.

What more do we need?
- More time.

We don't have more time!

I received a telephone call earlier
from the Yard

informing me, in no uncertain terms

that if we don't charge someone
for this crime, the visit will be cancelled.

Then perhaps it should be.

Oh.

I see.

HE SIGHS

Father, believe me, with all
she has done for this community

I'm just as saddened by this
as you are

but my hands are tied here,
I'm merely...

Following orders?

Respecting my superiors.

Did you find the newspaper?

There are no newspapers
in Ray's room, Father.

I'm sorry,
but you're clutching at straws now.

Sadly, it appears that I am
the only person still prepared to do so.

Good day, Inspector.

DOOR SHUTS

Is that my magazine?

No.

Maybe. I dunno. I was...

I was just flicking through it.

MRS DEVINE:
Oh! There you are, Father.

I've managed to secure
a number of volunteers

for the big tidy-up tomorrow.

It's going to be tight, time-wise,
but I still believe we can do it.

Excellent.

Tea, Father?
- Please.

I hate to ask...

but is the Mayor actually
gonna show his face at this thing?

Almost certainly.

I'm sure, in his mind,
his misdemeanours pale into insignificance

compared with those
of his incarcerated rival.

Yeah... things certainly worked out
for him there, didn't they?

She didn't get the visit removed
from her, like he wanted.

Instead,
she's been removed from the visit.

Allowing him to take centre-stage.

That's quite the motive, isn't it?

Not one we can prove.

No more than we can prove Ms Barnes'.

Ms Barnes'?

Well, you heard her.

If that lighter had wound up
in the hands of a local pawnbroker

it wouldn't take much to trace it back.

Her entire life would be over.

But it was Inspector Beckett
who got it back, not her.

So he says. Rather quickly, I thought.

Gallantry is underrated these days.

I'm sure he doesn't believe her to be guilty

but I'm equally sure
he'd want to protect her

from the finger of suspicion,
regardless.

Or...

he did confront Ray about the lighter

but maybe Ray wasn't as wiling
to hand it over as he led us to believe.

It's just as good an explanation as yours.

What do you think, Father?

I think you both make excellent points.

As, indeed, did the Chief Inspector

regardless of where
his priorities may be lying.

I think we can attribute a motive
to all four of them

if we stare hard enough.

And yet not one of them
sits right with you, does it, Father?

No.

I can't shake the feeling that
the motive is much bigger than any of those.

And is very, very well hidden.

What are you doing, Father?

Clutching at straws, Ms Palmer.

Clutching at straws.

Good Lord.

It's barely...
- I told you we could do it.

Are you here to lend a hand?

Ah, regrettably not.
I have some telephone calls to make.

Though much more pleasant ones
than I'd feared.

I think it's safe to say that
Her Royal Highness will most certainly

be in attendance tomorrow.

Oh!
- I'm very impressed, Mrs Devine.

Well, I can't take all the credit.

No, you certainly can't!

All of which means this will be
my last night here at Kembleford.

So...

I was wondering if I might
convince you to join me for dinner?

Wait, so you're driving him?

You're not paying for t'meal too, are ya?

Very funny.

There's only so gallant you can be
when you've arrived by train.

Now...

How do I look?

Very nice, Mrs Devine.

Right, so, two hours to get my hair done

pick him up at six, reservation's at seven.

Ciao for now!

I don't know what she's worrying about.

She can't help but look glamorous.

She'd look glamorous in
a bobble-hat and a football scarf.

Football...

You what?

Football, Chief Inspector.

You want to talk about football?

Ina sense. I've just...

What are these?

Exactly what they look like.

Thanks to you,
I spent the entire morning rifling

through every bin
in the vicinity of the school.

You're no more convinced
of Ms Clement's guilt than I am.

Well, I don't think I'd go that far,
but despite what you might think

I do like to keep an open mind.

Unless your phantom paper is amongst these

we really are left with nothing
but the evidence we do have.

And that only points one way.

These are all from this week.

The newspaper I saw
was much, much older.

Yellowed with age.

Yes, and for all we know,
completely irrelevant.

You don't even seem to know
which newspaper it was.

It was local, or regional.

That's what I came to tell you about.

I remembered the headline.

Something to do with a football match.
Gloucester City versus Bristol...

Four nil to Bristol.

HE SCOFFS
Don't need to tell me about it.

First round of the FA Cup.

Yes, that was it.

Don't happen to remember the year,
do you?

Yeah, of course I do. 1937.

Every defeat burned into my brain.

What?

It's been nearly two decades.

You do realise they may not even
archive them that long?

KNOCK ON DOOR
- I think we're about to find out.

Thank you, Constable.

Yes...

That's it, I'm sure of it.

This had better be worth it, Father.

That's Ray.

Terrific, so he kept hold of
a 17-year-old newspaper

because it had a photo of him in it.

Not just Ray.

What? Wait...

Is that Inspector Beckett?

FATHER BROWN:
Not according to the caption underneath.

SULLIVAN:
Neville Kerswell...

I knew it.
I knew that man was too good to be true!

We must hurry.

I fear Mrs Devine
may be in serious danger.

Mrs Devine?

Hello there.

Hello!

Good evening.

I am in your hands, Mrs Devine.

Who's this?
- Mrs Devine!

Might we have a word, please?

Father, he'll be armed.

What, now?

I don't know whether I mentioned this,
but I'm on a date.

FATHER BROWN:
It is quite important.

Well, what is it?

It's a secret.

What?
- ENGINE STARTS

What? What on earth is--
- Get in!

MRS DEVINE:
Hercules!

What's going on?

SULLIVAN:
Just hold on, Mrs Devine.

MRS DEVINE:
Where is he going?

Hercules can really go!

Will one of you
please tell me what's going on?

Your date is a conman, Mrs Devine.

An imposter and a killer.

But he's so handsome.

FATHER BROWN:
Inspector!

Stay here and stay down.

THEY GRUNT

Neville Kerswell...

I'm arresting you for the murder
of Raymond Harrison.

You are not obliged to say anything

but anything you do say
may be taken down and given in evidence.

Why?
Why would he...?

To protect his true identity.

He spent years living under a false one.

A fraud that could have
continued indefinitely

had cruel fate not landed him here.

I know how he feels.

He left his prison years far behind

for a life of status, luxury and travel.

All under false documentation, I assume?

I preferred to think of it
as "going straight".

Believe it or not,
I took my job seriously.

But it wasn't your job... was it?

As your old cell-mate,
Raymond Harrison, would have told us.

You must have thought your luck was in

the first night in the pub,
when he was so blind drunk...

HE YELLS INDISTINCTLY

...you doubted he even noticed you.

Even the next day

when you discovered that he worked
at the very school

you had come to visit

it seemed as if
he still not had made the connection.

Watch what you're doing, man!

FATHER BROWN:
But then he stole Ms Barnes' lighter...

It wasn't a sixth sense
that tipped you off.

It was knowing him.

And you didn't confront him,
as you told us.

That would have been too risky.

No, you hoped against hope

that the old pickpocket you had known

would have squirreled it away in his room.

But he left something else, didn't he?

An old newspaper...

which proved, that despite
his drunken stupor in the Red Lion

he'd still put two and two together.

And you realised it was only
a matter of time before he did it again.

I had no choice.

You had a choice, Mr Kerswell.

You chose self-preservation.

Murder.

An impromptu framing
of an innocent woman.

You chose to pick up the very hammer

that Ms Clement had handled moments ago.

You chose to attack Ray from behind.

You chose...

to hide the murder weapon in her office

knowing the conclusion
that would lead us to.

And now...

Neville,
your only choice is to confess your sins.

And save your mortal soul.

A choice sadly denied to Mr Harrison.

SHE SIGHS

Father,
where exactly did I fit into all of this?

For what it's worth, Mrs Devine,
I just think he was...

genuinely fond of you.

Great.

I can really pick them, can't 1?

I think your knight in shining armour
is still out there.

Don't even about
driving Hercules home, Mrs Devine.

I'll send a few constables to retrieve it.

"Him".

Yes...

Yes, I rather think he is.
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BRASS BAND PLAYS

Mayor Wood has decided to step down

and give his full support
to Ms Clement's campaign.

I doubt she'll need it.

She's certainly got my vote.

Yours too, I imagine.

I couldn't possibly say, Mrs Devine.

No, of course not.

Oh, she's here!

CHILDREN CHEER

My legs have turned to jelly...

She's beautiful.

You've certainly changed your tune.

Father Brown.

Your Royal Highness.
- Hello.

How do you do?
- Mrs Devine.

How do you do? Hello.

Chief Inspector Sullivan.

Hello.
- Your Highness.

Mayor Wood.
- Hello.

How do you do?

And the headmistress
of Saint Arilda's, Ms Clement.

Hello. How do you do?

Go on, sweetheart.

Erm...

Come on, I'll go with ya.

PRINCESS MARGARET:
It is my honour and privilege

to officially declare
Saint Arilda's library open.

APPLAUSE

CROWD CHEERS

BRASS BAND PLAYS
"GOD SAVE THE QUEEN"