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I love seeing you like this.
- Like what?

So... lively.
This one must be really special.

My dear, it will be the pinnacle
of my collection.

And it deserves to be seen by
as many people as possible.

49 seconds late.

Didn't want to disturb, sir.

Punctuality is imperative
if you are to exceed your trial period, Jake.

JAKE:
I can only apologise.

Might I ask when it arrives,
this special clock of yours?

Five thousand pounds!
Have you lost your tiny mind?

It's none of your business.
- I couldn't disagree more.

It's my birthright you're squandering,
and I simply won't stand for it.

Quentin, what do you want?
- Some moolah

some spondulicks, some lolly...

Pop?

My inheritance,
before you pour it down the drain.

You know it's what Mother would have wanted.
- You'll get it when I'm dead.

And when exactly will that be?

Quentin!

You will address me as "My Lord"!

Quentin!
I want you to leave.

If you insist.

But I'd have a little...
reconsider if I were you.

You might not
like the consequences if you don't.

Toodlepip.

Oh. Sorry.

COMMENTATOR ON RADIO:
And Durley Dean has fallen at the last hurdle

leaving Lewisham Girl and
Village Drama neck and neck now

as they come to the finish line and by a
nose, in first place number 7, Lewisham Girl!

Ridden and trained by Russell Meyrick.
- 0h no, Father.

I'm so sorry.

Not to worry. It can be mended.

Anyway, well done, Miss Palmer.

A whole shilling by my reckoning.
- I've never won anything before.

You have it for your watch.
- Nonsense.

DOOR OPENS

What have you two been up to?

Um... Father Brown's been teaching me
about horses.

Ah!

I didn't know you rode, Father.

BELL CHIMES

Oh, I better get my skates on.
I'm due at the manor in an hour.

I can't help
noticing the change in your appearance

since you took on extra work there.

Don't know what you mean.

Have you met someone?

He's just a friend.

Bye then!

Well, we might find out very soon.

We've been invited to
a rather special unveiling at Hartigan Manor!

Ah! Mr Hoskens!

The very man.
- Father! Good to see you.

How's the clock business?
- Oh, you know. Ticking along.

Ha-ha! Erm...

I don't suppose that you could...

Sure, leave it with me.
No charge.

It's got to be worth a few brownie points
from the man upstairs, huh?

Bren, all clear.

Let's see what all the fuss is about then.

Is that it?

It's so intricate.

Bren, it's world famous.

And worth a fortune.

If I didn't know better
I'd think you were more into clocks than me.

HE CHUCKLES

I know very well

that the real treasure is
right here in front of me.

Smooth talker.

CLOCK CHIMES
- Ooh!

Holy cow!
- You know what that means, don't you?

What?
- Guests!

Come on!

So good of you to come, Father.
- Wouldn't have missed it.

Have you met Mrs Devine,
our new parish secretary?

We're in the Players together.

You have such a beautiful home.
- OSWALD: Thank you.

I hope you like clocks.
- Who doesn't?

I'm sorry, if you'll excuse me...

I didn't know if you'd come.

Who can resist the Nightingale Clock, eh?

BETTY:
It's so nice to see Stan after all this time.

I'm sure he'll be fascinated by the clock.

I understand it's quite the celebrity.

Well, it's certainly given Oswald
anew lease of life.

And how is married life?

I know what people say. About the age gap.

That I'm some kind of Eliza Doolittle,
but it's wonderful. It truly is.

It appears my invite got lost in the post.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

SOFT JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

Oh dear God...

Don't do this.
Please.

Surely I'm entitled to see
what you're wasting my money on?

I'm sure that we can come
to some kind of arrangement

if you leave now.

Then go write me a cheque.

A jolly big fat one. Chop chop.

You've had too much to drink, lad.
Come on.

Don't touch me!

Let's get you home.

GUESTS GASP

You'll get nothing more from me! Nothing!

Consider yourself disinherited!

QUENTIN YELPS

Out!

Get your hands off me, you oik!

Get off!
Get off me!

ow!

Jake?
- Sorry.

Sometimes... I lose control.

I know what that feels like.

I can't be around these people much longer.

I'm going back to London.

What?

These past few weeks have been the best...

I don't want this to end.

Then come with me.

MRS DEVINE:
Yoo hoo!

Oh, I thought I recognised your voice.

Is this your...
- This is Jake.

So pleased to meet you. Isabel Devine.

Can I help you?

Oh, I was just, er,
actually looking for the little girls' room.

I'l show you where.

Well, thank you for lending me Brenda, Father

but she is proving to be rather unreliable.

Oh. Well, I'm sure
she'll be along in a moment.

What did I miss?

Doing your job. Which is hanging
by a very fine thread at the moment.

Relax!
As you were.

Yes. We've straightened out
our little... misunderstanding.

Eat, drink and be merry!

GLASS DINGS

So, at 12:59 precisely

please could everyone convene
at the top of the stairs

for the reveal of
the finest timepiece in the country.

Don't get too excited.

I thought he'd been removed... with force?

It appears not.

OSWALD:
Great, right on schedule.

Uh, this is it, this is the moment
we've all been waiting for.

Um, just gather round.
If you could just find any spot you can.

Just, um, thank you so much. Thank you.

So...

um...

aficionados should note
that the Nightingale Clock

employs an extremely rare double six
Grande Sonnerie striking system

which is utterly ingenious.

So, without further ado

I give you the exquisite...

Nightingale Cl...

GUESTS GASP AND MURMUR

MRS DEVINE SCREAMS
- GUESTS GASP

In Nomine Patris
et Fili, et Spiritus Sancti, amen.

Thank you.

Unless I'm very much mistaken,
that is coal dust.

Alright, Father, as you were here before
the murder I'll consider your analysis.

Well, he was last seen downstairs at 12:30

which means he was murdered in the
half hour before the unveiling of the clock.

Which is conspicuous by its absence.

Perhaps the deceased
interrupted someone trying to steal it?

Quite possible, Sergeant.

Yes, we need to find that murder weapon.

FATHER BROWN: Unless they are one
and the same thing, Chief Inspector.

The ornamentation on the clock could account
for the wounds on Lord Hartigan's forehead.

Yes, well I'd prefer to keep an open mind.

If I could have your attention please.

There was no forced entry
and no one has left the building

since Lord Hartigan was murdered...

which means the killer is in this room.

We need to establish
who was upstairs between 12:30 and 1pm.

I went upstairs
to have another look at the clock.

I went up to patch up my makeup.

I went up to find Oswald.

So just the three of you?

Well, actually, I did see Brenda's...
friend heading upstairs too.

To check if everything was ready
for the big reveal.

Just doing my job.

Mr Hunt, I understand you had
an altercation with the deceased?

BRENDA:
He was keeping the peace.

Lord Hartigan punched a guest. Mr Hoskens.

I'm fine now.

SULLIVAN:
I see.

I'm taking no chances.

Everyone in this room is to be searched.

I'm missing a murder weapon.

GUESTS MURMUR

You and your big mouth!

I'm sorry, but we can't just
ignore the fact that he's a suspect.

Ladies, please.

All clear.

They found nothing on me.

I'm glad.

Jake, this is Father Brown.

A pleasure.

Hello.

Uh, Bren, shall we?

Arms open, there we go.

Chief Inspector!

STAN:
What? I've never seen that before in my life!

Excuse me. Yes, Sergeant.

I take it that wasn't
a nose bleed, Mr Hoskens?

STAN:
No, but...

Therefore,
I'm afraid I have no option

but to arrest you on suspicion of murder.

So the killer planted the handkerchief.

But why?

I need to know everything
if I'm going to help.

Like what?

Did you hear or see anything unusual
while you were upstairs?

Actually, come to think of it
I did see something strange...

FATHER BROWN: Into the very room
in which Lord Hartigan was murdered.

Thank you.

Oh, Father, ask for your watch back.

Just get someone else to fix it.
- No need.

You'll be fixing it yourself soon enough.

How are you, Mrs Hartigan?

I'm trying to stay strong for Oswald.

I'm afraid he's taken to his bed.

It's the shock, I think.

How well did you know Lord Hartigan?

I never saw eye to eye with him.
I'm not sure anyone did, really.

I couldn't help noticing the lascivious way
he looked at you earlier today.

And Mr Hoskens said
that you were dragged into

the clock room shortly before the murder.

Was that Lord Hartigan?

Are you alright?
- It's just a dizzy spell.

Nothing to worry about.

Nothing you say will go any further,
I assure you.

My husband isn't the most loving of men.

Far more interested
in clocks and his schedule.

While Lord Hartigan was wild and spontaneous?

He paid me attention and I fell for it.

I know it's pathetic.

What happened in the clock room?

He wanted to...

But I couldn't.

So I left him there, laughing at me.

Then I went to patch up my makeup.

I see.

I know it's terrible, Father,
but I can't help but feel relieved.

At least now Oswald
will never know what I've done.

What do you make of Mr Hunt?

He's a good worker.

Although... I've never heard back
from any his referees.

How did you find him?

He found us, actually.

Well, I will leave you now,
Mrs Hartigan, to rest.

But I will return tomorrow morning at 10am
to check on your husband.

Money was at the root of
the conflict between Mr Hartigan and his son.

Thank you.

Perhaps that tension overflowed?

Speaking of tension overflowing...
what about Jake?

Yes.

Mrs Hartigan said
that he specifically sought work with them.

Why?

We need to find out more about him,
with haste! For Brenda's sake.

You mentioned yesterday
that you stumbled upon his room.

Yes... What are you thinking?

1 think perhaps,
we need a combined, tactical foray.

It must be in here somewhere.

Oswald, please stop this.
The police couldn't find the clock.

But they searched everyone before they left.
It must still be here.

KNOCK ON DOOR

BETTY:
Father!

Isabel.
- MRS DEVINE: Hello Betty.

OSWALD:
Thank you for coming.

Not at all.

I'll fetch some tea.

And I'll just powder my nose.

I know where.

I'm most upset to think
that Stan could have done this, Father.

Perhaps he didn't.
Let's just say that I'm investigating.

SHE WHISPERS:
I'm doing this for your own good.

I did notice
something odd on your son's hand.

Coal dust.

Can you think where that may have come from?

The cellar?

I can't imagine
why he was handling coal in summer.

Neither can I.

And I couldn't help noticing how things
rapidly changed between you yesterday.

I simply gave him what he wanted...

A cheque.
- May I ask why?

For a quiet life, Father.

He was always so much trouble.

But when all's said and done

he was still my boy.

Do you need anything, sir?
- Oh, no, thank you, Jake.

Oh yes, Jake, sorry,
there is one thing

you haven't seen Mrs Devine anywhere,
have you?

She went to refresh herself
and she appears to have gone AWOL.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

. Hello?

WARDROBE CREAKS

Fancy seeing you here.
- What the hell do you think you're doing?

Tell me!

Ah, Mrs Devine, there you are.

His name's not Hunt, Father.

It's Jakub Hory--
- Horynski.

You're Polish?

Yes.

Why change your name, Jakub?

To reinvent myself.

Because you've done things
you're not proud of?

I've been in trouble with the police.

I did what I had to do
to survive on the streets of London.

I lost my family when they invaded Warsaw.
I was seven.

I'm sorry.

I don't want your pity.

Why choose to come here, specifically?

Heard on the grapevine
they were looking for staff.

Does Mr Hartigan know
you're snooping around his house?

Well, we'll leave you in peace.

Oh, and Father...

I always intended to tell Brenda myself.

Allow me that dignity.

I can assure you, our lips are sealed.

BRENDA:
You what?

Mrs Devine, I thought we agreed--
- He's been lying to you.

What else hasn't he told you?

And you found this out
by going through his things?

We were trying to protect you.
He has a criminal past.

Sodol!

Father Brown gave me a second chance,
why can't he have one?

You didn't lie about your identity.

Perhaps you should exercise some caution.

He's a good person, I know it.

What about his temper?

Well, you should have spoke to me about this.

Rather than going behind me back.

I told them not to say anything.

Thing is...

I've not been that honest with you either.

What do you mean?

I've been inside.

Borstal.

What for?

I stole a dress off a clothing line.

Got two years.

Can you forgive me?
- That's typical.

It is?

Being punished
for something so trivial

when capitalists steal from
the people all the time.

Oh.

Hm.

Father Brown's
the only one who gave me a chance.

Not the only one.

None of this matters.

There's only this.

Brenda...
-Hm?

I love you.

No one's ever said that to me before.

Well?
- I love you too.

Can we be honest with each other from now on?
- It's the only way.

Mm-hmm.

Then I'm coming with you.

You won't regret it.

We leave in the morning.

Tomorrow?
- Yeah, is that a problem?

Well, I'll need to pack, and say me goodbyes.

Well, let me rustle you up something
to eat first, to celebrate.

Just make yourself at home.

Oh! I'l help you pack.

What I keep wondering is why Mr Hartigan,
a famously private person

put the clock on display in the first place.

The only person
he seemed pleased to see was Stan.

And Mrs Hartigan said
it was good to see Mr Hoskens

"after all this time."

Well, they had a falling out.

Over what?
- Betty has no idea.

She said it was just after Lady Harriet died.

So the clock was an olive branch.

DOOR OPENS

I'm so sorry.

For what?

He did it.

OSWALD:
What more proof do you want?

Jake and all his things have disappeared,
hardly the actions of an innocent man.

He killed my son.

Ergo, Stan must be released.

I assure you we will catch Jake Hunt

for the larceny
of the Nightingale Clock, but--

There is no but!

But it's been confirmed
that the blood on Mr Hoskens' handkerchief

matches your son's blood type

therefore I have no option but
to charge him with murder.

That is absurd!

And what about my clock?

This clock is to remain as evidence for now.

There's no--
- Come on, Oswald, let's get you home.

SULLIVAN:
Thank you.

Perhaps you should know
that Mr Hunt's real name is Jakub Horynski.

How did you...?
Never mind.

Goodfellow, background checks, now.
- Righty-oh, sir.

What do you think, Father?

I think that I would like
another word with Mr Hoskens.

Oswald Hartigan said
he gave his son a cheque...

none was found.

And I do not believe

that young Lord Hartigan was mollified
by money alone.

Everything comes back
to the Nightingale Clock.

He acquired it to lure you
back into his orbit.

A sort of apology.

Perhaps, because he loves you?

I assure you,
nothing you say will go beyond these walls.

Quentin saw us that day.

I shouldn't have come.
- No.

I wanted to tell you...
I made a mistake, with Betty.

Come here.

QUENTIN:
Well, well!

Looks like I will have
my inheritance after all.

And threatened to blackmail you.

Yeah.

Except... neither of us could kill anyone.

We met in Normandy.

We bonded over a love of timepieces
and the poetry of Wilfred Owen.

And you fell in love?

But... nothing happened.

At least, not until Lady Harriet passed.

Then he panicked.
He refused to see me.

The next I heard he was married to his maid.

And that was that.

The clock was significant to you both.

Ha.

We talked about it endlessly.

A Polish king had it commissioned
in the 18th century for his new wife.

I never thought I'd see it in the flesh.

Polish...
- Now I wish he hadn't bothered.

Well, it put me right where I belong.

I don't believe that.

You know what we did.

I make no judgment.

Thank you, Father.

But... I'm giving up.

I think we both know
I'm headed for the noose.

God hasn't given up on you.

And neither have I for that matter.

I should have known it were all a lie.

He said I could do things with my life...

when all I'm good for is scrubbing floors.

He was right.

You don't have to say that.

We will get your reading up to scratch
and that will open doors for you.

You really mean it?

It's the strangest thing, Father.

Mr Hartigan is remounting
the unveiling of the clock.

At 2pm today.
- You what?

Before it gets locked away
as evidence, apparently.

That is odd.

And to announce it in the press...

Well, I won't be there,
I've packed that place in.

Then come as a guest this time.

You really think that's a good idea?

A group outing? Splendid.

PHONE RINGS

I'l get it.

St Mary's Presbytery.

JAKE ON PHONE:
Bren?

Are you there?

Well, I hope it's as entertaining
as last time.

Hello, Sergeant.
It's lovely to see you, Chief Inspector.

Likewise, Mrs Devine.
- I wasn't aware that you liked clocks.

Just this particular one.

I must say,
I am surprised that you released it.

Only on a temporary basis, Father.

As a bait perhaps, to catch a thief?

We couldn't possibly say. Sergeant.

What happened to Miss Palmer?

That's ominous. I'll go look for her.

I thought you'd had enough of clocks.

I want this over and done with.

Preferably without any fatalities this time.

I was surprised to read that the time of the
unveiling had been changed from 1pm to 2pm

knowing Mr Hartigan's need
for schedule and order.

Between us, Father,
Oswald's behaviour is getting more erratic.

I would appreciate it
if you would keep an eye on him.

Of course.

Excuse me.

You having a nice time?

Have you been with Mr Hunt?

Erm...

Did you let him in?

He won't cause any trouble.

He promised.

He just wants the clock.

Like a fly caught in a web.

I don't want to hurt you.

What, like you hurt my son?

I'm taking my property now,
and you'll never see me again.

Your property?

Just like you, Jakub,
the clock has been renamed.

I presume it was stolen
from your family by the Nazis.

They took everything of value.

My parents just got me on the Kindertransport
before they were arrested.

I later found out
they were sent to Auschwitz.

I can't imagine
how distressing that must have been.

When [finally tracked down the clock

I discovered you'd bought it.

Taking pleasure in my family's misfortune.

That was never my intention.

It's all I have left of them.

Did you kill Lord Hartigan?

I didn't even know he was there.

I put the clock in the dumb waiter,
sent it downstairs and hid it.

Who killed my son?

Coal dust... where from?

I have no idea.
I didn't tie it myself.

May I?

You didn't change the time
of the unveiling either, did you?

No, no, of course not.

Will you excuse me?

If 1 leave now I may just be in time.

Ooh! I only just made it in time!

How did you know?

It was you who changed
the time of the unveiling

50 you could catch the first of only
two trains from Kembleford today, 2pm.

The event, proposed by the police

provided the perfect distraction
for your escape.

You won't stop me
from getting on this train, Father.

I know why you're running.

Time's running out for you.

You will start to show soon.

The coal on Lord Hartigan's hand.

Odd, in summer.

And more coal on Mr Hartigan's tie.

I recalled that some women
have odd cravings during pregnancy.

And for women
who experience symptoms of anaemia

like your dizzy spell... again, coal.

BETTY:
I can't help it.

I imagine Lord Hartigan
wasn't the proud father to be.

I thought he loved me.

I can't!

Not now.

What the hell have you got this for?

I'm... I'm in the family way.

The whaty?

We have to leave, both of us,
before it becomes obvious.

Oh, no, no, no.

We'll just say it's Father's.
It'll probably look like him.

Quentin, we've never even slept
in the same bed.

Ha.

That makes perfect sense.

You married a homosexual.

I've just seen him and Stan cosying up.

What?

So blissfully naive...

you will have to get rid of it.

Never.

Do I really have to take matters
into my own hands?

What do you mean?

Well, sadly,
accidents can happen so easily...

Quentin, no!
- Betty, yes!

LOUD THWACK
- HEAVY THUD

He was going to kill my baby.

Then it's self-defence.

Who's going to see it like that?
- TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

I was a maid and he was a Lord.

If they don't hang me, they'll take my baby.

So why frame Mr Hoskens?

I'd just found out he'd been with my husband.

Of course
I don't want any harm to come to Stan.

Then do the right thing.

Repent, save your immortal soul.

You be the role model your child needs.

Now let me get this straight.

Now you are giving him the clock?

The clock is Jake's. It always was.

So you can uncuff me!
I wasn't stealing in the first place.

Oswald.

What is going on?
- One moment please, Chief Inspector.

I know.

Know what?

Please, just be who you really are.

We're all running out of time.

We just realise when it's too late.

I have a confession to make.

BELL CHIMES

Are you sure about this?

He loves me.

As do we.

MRS DEVINE:
We really do.

And I've seen how angry Jake can get...

He's had a hard life.

We both lost our parents and made mistakes...

We're the same.

I'm not sure you are.

We just want you to be happy.

Then please... let me go.

I have somewhere to be.

Hear that, Father?

I can't hear anything.

For the first time in a long time,
I can hear myself think.

Which, if I'm honest, slightly terrifies me.

Here he is, right on time.

STAN:
Father.

I can't thank you enough.

Oh, and here. Good as new.

I have been a little lost without it.

Thank you.

I will leave you two to get reacquainted.

I think there's a lot for us to catch up on.

I'm still struggling...
with this.

I can't guarantee
that I won't push you away again.

There are no guarantees in life.

I'm willing to take that chance.

No hard feelings, eh?

I'l just be a minute.

He takes his tea with milk and two.

Not too hot.
-Hm.

You will look after him, won't you?
- MRS DEVINE: I promise.

Won't be the same without you though.

I'l miss you too.

And I just wanted to say...

I've never had a father...

but you, Father,
are the closest thing I've ever had.

It's an honour, Brenda.

Thank you...

for always believing in me.

HE CHUCKLES

We did it.

This beauty is going to
put me back where I belong.

Back where?

I was like the Hartigans once.

And after we've been to auction,
I will be again.

But, erm, you said it was
all you had left of your family.

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS
- They'd want me to sell it.

So you lied to me.

So I'd let you in at the party?

I didn't tell you everything.

Does it really matter?
- I think it does matter.

Well, I think you can forgive me.

This will set us both up.

We made a promise to each other.

Brenda...
You're being ridiculous!

Let me go of me, you're hurting me!

I'm sorry.

I'd never want to hurt you.

Well, it's too late for that.

Catch!

Be careful!

JAKE:
Brenda! I love you.

I'm so sorry.
-Don't be.

So... so does this mean you're staying?

Just you try and get rid of me.
SHE CHUCKLES

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS