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Lisa?

Where are you going? - For a stroll with Brenda.

I asked you yesterday. - But The Archersis on soon.

I can miss one.

But you didn't tell me where you were going.

Or when you'll be coming back. - 1 don't know. Soon?

It's a stroll.

Well, if you know you're coming back soon then you must have a destination in mind.

Please, Mum, don't embarrass me.

Hey up, Lisa?

Hi, Mrs Morris.

Stay out of trouble.

We will, Mum.

HORN HONKS

Ladies!

The fun's come to town! - ENGINE REVS

Excuse me, how dare you?

ENGINE REVS

Billy! Let's go.

Ah, Sergeant Goodfellow.

I couldn't help but notice that your hymn singing this morning

lacked your normal gusto.

It's this inspector's exam, Father.

In four weeks, you said? - More like four days.

I got my dates mixed up. I've got no time to revise.

Four days? What will you do?

You'll be surprised how much you know.

Which is less than he should

given that gang of ruffians still haven't been chased out of the village.

They've not broken any laws, Mrs Mortis.

Good day.

Are you talking about the Ton-Ups?

I've read all about them.

Not to be confused with a similar youth gang, the Teddy Boys.

They're Vikings on wheels.

Racing around, keeping us up all night.

Please, Father. If the police won't do anything, perhaps you will.

Before our youth are corrupted.

FATHER BROWN SIGHS

Oi, Lisa! What do you think?

Told you I could pull it off.

Er, Lisa?

We're picking strawberries for dinner.

Please, Mum.

Well, keep clear of those hooligans.

FATHER BROWN: I should meet our new guests.

Extend the hand of friendship

And watch it get slapped away.

BELL CHIMES - I'l come too.

Any opportunity to meet fellow motoring enthusiasts.

I'l just fetch my bag.

Hm.

Oh! Don't mind me.

Why'd you have to wear that?

You'll get me in trouble with Frau Commandant.

Do you know how much I paid for this? I'm never taking it off.

There. How do I look?

Erm, a bit smudged.

Don't! It's not my fault.

Mum won't let me have any of this.

You sure you want to do all this for Billy?

He talks like he's a cowboy or summat.

Maybe it's for me.

I've met a lot of wrong'uns like him--

Lucky you.

You have all these wild stories, what do I have?

Sewing club with Mum.

Today, it's my tum.

Good? - Stunner.

Tuned it up myself.

500cc in there, I'll be doing a ton in no time and you'll be eating my dust.

That's why you're fastest. - 0i, hands off, magpie.

Only I touch my baby.

That's the one rule, alright?

I thought rebel riders didn't follow rules.

Yeah, well you'll follow this one if you know what's good for you.

Eh! Keep them coming, Denny. - Right you are, Billy.

Cola?

If they see me, they'll tell Mum. - Oi, where are you going? Come here.

What are you two doing here?

We thought we'd come and say hello to Kembleford's new guests.

Welcome, Father. Sorry I missed mass again. Busy times.

Of course. - Oh, uh, Father Brown, Billy Turner.

Billy, it's our parish priest.

And I'm Mrs Devine

parish secretary and fellow hot-rod.

Are you serious?

In that thing?

So, what brings you to Kembleford, Mr Turner?

Good question.

We live free, Father.

Go where we want. Sleep beneath the stars.

And your locals seem friendly.

Does that mean you'll be moving on soon?

Don't crease your cassock, we leave tomorrow.

So soon? I'd hoped... - Where those burgers at, mate?

I need to talk to you. - Later, alright. All these interruptions...

You really know how to treat your girls right, don't you?

Yeah, I sure do.

Here, have a drink on me, Priest.

Enjoy the races. - Ooh, what kind?

Record racing. You heard of that?

You put a song on the jukebox

you drive solo around the circuit, and you have to get back before the music stops.

Sounds like musical chairs.

Except you're doing 70 round country bends.

Sounds dangerous. - Hear that, Billy? It's dangerous.

Shut up, you. How would you know?

You've been too chicken to race for weeks.

You should stick around.

I'm gonna beat my best time.

I believe you visited St. Mary's earlier.

If you care about your flock

get your lost sheep away from us... as fast as possible.

Tea, Father?

Please.

How have you found our village guests?

They're ragged around the edges, but they're good kids.

And they spend like there's no tomorrow.

Hello, Lance. Good to see you. - And you, Father.

I dropped another one. Sorry.

Another burger? Oh, Lance.

The floor doesn't pay for them.

Oh, uh...

that's a little nip for the Ton-Uppers, after hours.

Don't worry.

You helped me from a dark place, Father. I'm never going back.

Have you heard from your family recently?

Katie writes on occasion.

She's training to be a nurse, bless her.

My wife...

Huh...

Who could blame her? After the way I treated them.

You've come on a long way since those days.

And my door is always open.

Thank you, Father.

Here's your cuppa. That'll be tuppence.

I'll get your change.

Oh dear.

Probably Lance got confused again.

No doubt there's cash in the cutlery drawer.

Here, have this on me.

Thank you.

My uncle had a Silver Streak. It really moved.

Mrs Morris, hello. - Have you seen my daughter?

Lisa? I... can't see her right now.

Mrs Morris?

It's... It's a difficult age.

My son and I had some run-ins, I can tell you.

Lisa and I are inseparable.

Butit's... it's natural for the young to spread their wings.

There's plenty of time for that. - She's nineteen, isn't she?

Would you mind watching my gardening tools?

I don't want them stolen by this... rabble.

Lisa? - LISA: How can you say that?

BILLY: Here come the waterworks.

Oof! - MRS MORRIS: Lisa!

I knew it! Sneaking behind my back!

Are you alright? Leave me alone, Lance!

She's a sweet girl, isn't she.

Lisa!

Lisa!

SHOP BELL DINGS

Good that, innit?

Garcon, one for the road, yeah?

Here...

why's your village so full of so many crackpots, huh?

Too many cousins marrying, or what?

Would explain a few things for you, though, wouldn't it?

Shh!

Is that your best comeback? "Shh"?

TRAY CLATTERS - CUSTOMERS GASP

If you're the best thing that Kembleford can offer a girl

no wonder why Lisa wants a real man.

I'l kill you! - BILLY: Yeah?

Gentlemen, please!

Billy! You wanna get locked up?

I suggest you both take a moment and calm down.

Go and cool down.

You're taking his side? - He's a customer. Go!

You've got it coming!

Yeah?

DENNY: Right.

Who's up for some racing?

Billy? - Cue up my song, Maestro.

MRS DEVINE: Very exciting.

Mr Turner certainly knows how to create a drama.

But he's assured me they're leaving tomorrow which I can't help but feel is a blessing.

What'd you say to that girl? Huh? What'd you say to that girl?

You wanna say something, do ya? Come on, hit me.

Anything to wake you up.

Billy Bigshot, never learns.

Yeah well, at least I'm not a sad-sack loser.

Every girl wants me. Can't blame them though, can ya?

Music!

Ride or die, boys!

Yeah? Come on.

MUSIC: "Sh-Boom" by The Crew Cuts

Let's see how you like being the loser for once.

BIKER: That's alright. - BIKER 2: What's he doing?

Go on! Oil

BIKER: What's he doing? - BIKER 2: What's he playing at?

# Oh, life could be a dream... #

# If you would let me spend my whole life loving you #

# Life could be a dream, sweetheart #

# Now every time I look at you #

# Something is on my mind... #

TYRES SCREECH - LOUD CRASH

# Baby, we'd be so fine #

# Oh, life could be a dream #

# If I could take you up in paradise up above #

# If you would tell me I'm the only one that you love #

# Life could be a dream, sweetheart #

# Sweetheart #

SONG ENDS

"In the instance of murder, duty inspectors are responsible

for the untainted preservation of the crime scene."

When you've quite finished revising, Sergeant.

What a grisly way to go.

This wire must have been put up recently. It wasn't an hour ago I drove this way.

Oi, found something. - They took the barbed wire from here.

Look, the top strip's gone.

Is this what you call preserving the crime scene, Sergeant?

Technically they were witnesses. They were here before us, sir.

Mm.

Well, the killer could've been lying in wait. Did this race start at a specific time?

Not really.

Everyone knew Billy was gonna race. He raced every day.

The cafe's over a mile away. How did the killer get here so fast?

Perhaps they had an accomplice? - FATHER BROWN: Or perhaps not.

Inspector, would you indulge me for a moment, please?

I don't really have time for a country stroll, Father.

Miss Palmer, are you familiar with the song that was playing during Roger's fatal race?

It's only me favourite.

Would you be so kind as to serenade us with it?

I know it too. I'm not some fuddy-duddy yet, you know.

Perish the thought.

Right. Go!

# Life would be a dream... #

Join in if you know the words, Chief Inspector.

# If you would tell me I'm the only one that you love #

# Life would be a dream, sweetheart #

# Hello, hello again, sh-boom and hopin' we'll meet again #

# Life would be a dream #

# Every time I look at you #

# Something is on my mind #

# If you do what I want you to #

# Baby, we'd be so fine #

# Life would be a drea-- #

Thank you, ladies. - We're only halfway through.

Exactly.

Yet here we are, where the race started.

The cafe backs onto a shortcut to the race route.

I suspect the moment the song started, the killer ran across the field

cut the wire and set their trap.

Escaping once the deed was done.

Which means that the killer was at the cafe

and that Roger Norton was not the intended victim.

And you know that because?

Because it was Billy Turner's turn to race.

They were after me?

Which means you may still be in danger.

Yeah, well, we take care of our own business.

It might help if you can tell us anyone who may wish you dead?

Might be easier asking who didn't. - Miss Palmer.

Where've you been? - Got my hand cleaned up.

I heard one of them died? - Yes, Roger Norton.

That's your man right there.

He attacks me, then says I'll get mine, then vanishes.

LANCE: He's lying!

I didn't kill Roger. - Ask the Priest.

He was there, weren't ya. - Is this true, Father?

Did Mr South attack and threaten Mr Turner here?

Technically. And he was goaded.

But I didn't do it, Father!

The killer used barbed-wire. That can leave scratches.

Billy tripped me. I fell on broken glass. - BILLY: Now who's lying?

You killed my mate. Now string him up before I do something!

Lance South, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.

You're not obliged to say anything, but anything you say may be given in evidence.

Denny, Father, please!

Father, I know I lost my temper but I'd never...

Billy Turner tormented you

but it was the mention of Lisa Morris' name

that incited you to violence.

How long have you been in love with her?

I was going to tell her.

Every day for the last three years.

But I'm... me, and she's...

You know?

And then Billy swans in and ruins everything.

Unfortunately, that is a compelling motive for murder.

Lance, did you happen to see anyone else clash with Billy Turner this morning?

Well... I suppose, 1 did see Lisa.

Take me with you when you leave.

We can be together. - BILLY: Listen, sweetheart.

You're just a little girl who ate your mum's lippy, alright.

In what world would I want you tagging along with me?

How can you say that? - Oh, here come the waterworks...

Oof! - Are you alright?

And he broke her heart.

You see, why would I kill him?

Billy turned Lisa down and she stays here.

Yes.

Why kill him when you knew he'd be gone by tomorrow?

One more thing, Father.

Keep Lisa safe.

Please, she's...

Please. She's not in her right mind around Billy.

Lisa's the first friend I made here.

If she's a killer, I'm Winston Churchill.

Oh.

I wasn't expecting you, Father.

I take it you've heard what's happened?

No one deserves to die like that.

Thought you hated 'em.

Well, who could blame me?

You of all people know why, Father.

Indeed.

Might I ask where you went after your daughter fled the cafe?

To find her, of course.

Then, empty-handed, I returned home.

I've never even spoken to the deceased.

Would it be possible to have a word with your daughter?

Is that necessary?

I don't believe Lance South is responsible for this crime.

And any light Miss Morris could shed would be invaluable.

Lisa!

It may seem a little harsh keeping her indoors. But it's for her own good.

Mrs Morris, would it be possible to speak to Lisa alone?

Please?

If you insist, Father.

Mum says I can't leave the house till Billy's gone.

I'd rather be in borstal. - It seems overly protective.

BRENDA: Lisa, we know about your plan to run off with Billy.

It's alright

we just want to know where you went after the cafe.

Back home...

once I'd got up the courage to face Mum.

Can anyone confirm that? -No.

Why?

We're aware that Billy Turner did not let you down easily.

You think I...

I could never hurt him. - That's what I said.

But you were around Billy a lot.

Maybe you saw something?

Because now's the time to say it.

Don't judge Billy for this, OK?

I saw him stealing from Denny and giving him a hard time.

He threatened Mr Beaton?

You picked a right charmer.

How'd you think he survives on the road?

He looks out for his gang.

And I should be with him...

but he didn't want me because I'm a stupid little girl.

I think that's quite enough for now, don't you?

Morning, Mrs Inniss.

MRS INNISS: Good morning.

You missed, Kembleford! And I'm still here!

And we ain't going nowhere until we get justice for our fallen brother!

Qi, watch it!

I came to see how you are, not help you escape.

Just check the coast is clear, will you?

Is this your whole wardrobe?

Just a little gift for Billy.

Why? He turned you down flat.

He was wrong, and I've got a plan to make him regret it.

I need your help, Bren. Please.

I thought I was supposed to be the bad influence on you.

Are you my friend or not?

Oh, come on.

Um, the diocese expects this by Tuesday.

Possibly last Tuesday.

Ah.

I will deal with it on my return from speaking to Mr Beaton.

It seems that Billy Turner wasn't the profitable customer he appeared to be.

You won't have to go far.

Ah.

How fortuitous.

I was just on my way to see you.

I had to take a moment for Roger.

And poor Lance.

Ah, Lance.

I know one misdemeanour he's innocent of.

The money from your till wasn't mislaid, was it?

Mm.

I know how it looks.

Why didn't you tell the police what Billy was up to?

The Lord knows I've done worse things than Billy in my life.

There's good in him.

I thought I could help, the way you helped me.

A noble intent.

I know what you're thinking, Father.

And I don't blame you.

But I didn't do it.

But it was you who suggested that Billy raced.

Well, I wanted to diffuse a tense situation.

If I'd left it, might Roger still be with us?

I wish I'd got to know him better.

He seemed a troubled soul.

Don't blame yourself.

Roger was in a dark place.

Lance got to know him a bit, said he was kind, but...

all I saw was despair.

I should get back.

Rog loved the life.

And he always put us first, no matter what.

To Roger!

BIKERS: To Roger.

LISA: Bily.

BIKER WHISTLES - Come dance.

Borrowed your mummy's heels, did ya?

Maybe try sitting, yeah?

Ease up, goody two-shoes.

Don't embarrass me.

You're doing fine there yourself.

IN MOCKING TONE: "Oh, Billy, you're so funny!"

You're jealous, because I'm the cool one, now you're the mouse.

BIKERS CHUCKLE - They're laughing at you.

Please, come on, let's just go. - Oh, yeah?

Laugh at this.

Oi, get off my bike!

BRENDA: Lisa! - BILLY: Oi!

MRS MORRIS: Lisa?

There's supper ready.

Lisa?

Oh no, no. What have you done?

MOTORBIKE ENGINE RUMBLES

What are you playing at? You could've been killed.

I told you, no-one touches my bike.

I wasn't listening.

Alright, then.

Hello.

Goodness...

Mr Beaton said you got to know Roger Norton.

And that you thought him a kind man.

He was different from the rest.

He lit a memorial candle in St Mary's. Do you know why?

Well, he...

He did say something.

When he got talking about Billy's ways.

What did he say?

That he was head over heels for some girl he met in Gloucester

but she only had eyes for Billy.

One night, Billy took her for a ride.

They'd been drinking.

Roger tried to stop them but...

She died.

He felt guilty about it ever since.

Never lived to see justice served.

Maybe I won't neither. - No.

God is with you.

And I will find out who is responsible.

"L" is for the Larceny Act, 1916...

How's the revision going, Sergeant?

Hopeless.

Truth be told, I'm thinking of pulling out of the exam.

I'm just not ready.

I had a similar wobble during my seminary days

wondering whether I was worthy of my calling.

How'd you manage it?

I focused on the reasons why I was there.

Helping people, and bringing them closer to God.

And in fact, I need your help.

Can you see if the deceased, Roger Norton

was linked to a recent suspicious death, near Gloucester?

Leave it with me.

My home's been vandalised.

Those leather-clad louts.

No-one's safe. -I'm so sorry to hear that, Mrs Morris.

Are you certain it was the Ton-Ups? - MRS MORRIS: Well, who else?

1 won't forget the sound of their engines pulling up.

I hid as they smashed my windows in. - It's heartbreaking, it really is.

Something has to be done.

You want results, madam? I'll get you some.

And I'll be letting the whole village know what happened!

It seems that a killer still at large is not our only concern.

Emotions are running high.

They'll be out with torches and pitchforks soon. What do we do?

Lisa?

Lisa, maybe we should go.

Fine. You deal with your mum.

What're you two doing here? - MRS DEVINE: I really don't know.

He's got one of those looks about him.

Easy, boys.

I don't think the priest's out to get me just yet.

Mr Turner.

I'm here to ask for patience.

The murderer will be found.

But until then, we cannot allow this to escalate any further.

Do you hear that, boys?

Our brother's dead and we need patience.

Let's settle this on your terms.

I challenge you to a race. Today.

That's not wise, Father.

Start at the church, left-hand circuit around the village, 5pm?

And if I prevail, the Ton-Ups will leave Kembleford.

BILLY: Are you serious?

Alright... When I win, I want your collection plate this Sunday.

Father, we can't. - We won't have to.

Done.

Racing a priest, eh? Looks like dinner's on the Pope, boys!

Billy, please don't do this.

Are you with me or them? - Actually, she's coming with us.

Lisa Morris, I am arresting you on suspicion

of causing criminal damage to your mother's property.

You are not obliged to say anything but anything you do say may be given in evidence.

What?

I have witnesses who saw you riding a motorcycle

alone near your home at the time of the attack.

As I understand it, all the other Ton-Ups were here.

Billy?

Nothing to do with me. - Why would you bash your own house up?

GOODFELLOW: Her neighbours say she and Mrs Morris have had terrible rows of late.

And Mrs Morris' dislike of Billy is on record.

Please. I'm one of you now. I weren't involved, Officer, alright?

Come on.

This way. Come on.

Wait until Mrs Morris hears about this!

FATHER BROWN: We're missing a piece of the puzzle.

We know that Roger Norton lost someone important to him.

At Billy's hand.

And he came here to mourn, which means the object of his affection

had a connection with Kembleford.

Then Lisa sacked me off for a hairdo on wheels.

I understand your anger.

But perhaps now is the time that Lisa needs you most?

How come I've always got to be the bigger person?

Hello Father, come to see the havoc wrought?

Kembleford's up in arms.

Which is exactly what you wanted.

Sorry? -Andsoaml.

The glass is outside.

If your windows had been broken from the road, it would have been on the inside.

I cleaned it up - Not well enough. May 1?

Specks of wood and paint.

I'm sorry you had to act with such desperation.

MRS DEVINE: You sabotaged your own home!

It was your intention to have Billy Turner run out of the village.

Was it also your intention to kill him? - No!

I only wanted to prove the Ton-Ups are bad news.

They weren't the one who got blamed, it was Lisa.

Nonsense.

Your daughter's been arrested for this crime.

Your crime. - No.

I was only trying to protect her!

It is a mother's instinct.

You need to tell the truth.

I'l go and see Chief Inspector Sullivan right away.

FATHER BROWN: Not just the police.

Your daughter needs to know the truth.

Father, I can't.

Then you will end up causing exactly what you've fought so hard to stop.

You're free to go, Miss Morris.

Darling... - Don't!

You ruined our home to get me away from Bily.

Well, I wanted Billy to get me away from you. - Let me explain!

What have I done?

Father?

So I've made a few calls.

And? - No criminal charges.

But I kept digging, found out that Roger and Billy

were both named in a road traffic accident report involving a young woman.

Did you find out her name? - She was never identified.

The Ton-Ups, well, they refused to cooperate.

All they found on the body was two shillings

some cigarettes and a nurse's pin.

So, not much to go on.

No. That is excellent, Sergeant.

No inspector could've done better. Thank you.

Thank you, Father... I think.

Father, the time! You're going to be late for the race.

CHURCH BELL CHIMES - Right. It's time.

He'll be here.

Yeah? Priest's rules. He said race at five.

BIKERS CHEER

He's already left, the big cheat!

I may be too late!

VILLAGERS APPLAUD

HORN HONKS

What's going on?

Get out the way! - What do you think I'm doing?

Wait! - You planned this, didn't you?

The race is over. You're in danger.

I won't fall for your dirty tricks.

I think the killer's up ahead. - I never lose a race!

Oil

Oil

Engine ail...

Murder disguised as an accident.

Is this your idea of a poetic death, Mr Beaton.

DENNY: You're not supposed to be here.

You blame Billy for your daughter's death.

How?

Even I didn't know she was... gone.

Not until the Ton-Ups came to the village.

The nurse's pin on Katie's body.

You said she wanted to be a nurse.

Her last letter. - Yes.

She rebelled, much like Lisa.

After her death, Roger came to Kembleford bearing his burden of sorrow.

I take it he shared his grief with you, and you turned yours to vengeance.

I knew she'd been missing for months.

I couldn't tell anyone, not even you, the shame of it.

Better to hope she'd come home.

But then Roger got drunk one night...

He got to talking about this girl. Katie.

He didn't know I was her dad.

So I sat there

and I! listened...

andl realised...

that this poor little gir, who'd been abandoned by family

who died far from home...

was my little girl.

You knew they'd be racing the next day.

So you went out...

and prepared the barbed wire

so that when it was Billy's turn to race, you had time to take the shortcut

set your trap, and get back to the café before the music stopped.

But you didn't know that Roger had taken Billy's place.

The wrong person got punished!

1 won't miss a second time! - Revenge is not the answer.

Billy Turner needs to atone for his sins, and so do you.

And then, please God, you will see your daughter in Heaven.

She should be here! I chased her away with my sins.

Chased her to her death! It's too late! - TYRES SCREECH

Are you crazy? You could've been killed!

He's never going to win.

Oh, ye of little faith...

BIKER: What you doing?

BYSTANDERS MURMUR

Yay!

He did it!

Never doubted you for a second.

I arranged with Farmer Dillon to make a special delivery at 5pm.

His punctuality saved the day. - Someone mind telling me what's going on?

I can, Chief Inspector.

I killed that boy.

And I'm going to regret it for the rest of my days.

Sergeant.

Mr Beaton, I'm arresting you for the murder of Roger Norton.

You're not obliged to say anything, but anything you do say may be given in evidence.

This way, sir.

Well, I have to thank you, Father.

You're not normally so approbatory of my involvement, Chief Inspector.

Yes, but on this occasion, I had an eight-shilling bet that you'd win the race.

If there's one thing I've learnt, never underestimate Father Brown.

There he is! A free man.

I just wish Denny was too. - What will happen to him?

I'm hoping they'll take what happened to Katie into account.

But in the meantime, he's wants me to get back to work.

Thanks, Lance...

for caring.

The... the café's always gonna be open to you.

Anytime you need it.

Because, you know, the café really likes you.

I like the café too.

THEY SNIGGER

A reason to stay, hey? - Sorry, alright?

It's Mum I want to get away from, not you.

I feel trapped.

Try telling her that.

It won't work.

Try.

I'd give anything to have a mum, fighting over boys and curfews.

You have that.

Is that right? - Yes.

Usually followed by a prayer.

I don't do that.

What would you say to Katie and Roger if you could?

Well, they can't hear me. They're dead.

Perhaps they can.

Certainly, God is listening.

No offence, Priest, but I'm gone, alright.

This village of yours is too rough.

Then I will pray for them.

And for you.

I'd say I'm sorry.

DOOR CLOSES

You won't let me grow up.

I wish you could understand. - ldo.

I was you, Lisa.

I felt trapped. I rebelled.

I met a boy from out of town.

Nine months later, I had you.

What?

Your father didn't die in the war.

Or maybe he did. I have no idea.

I didn't even know his last name. - Mum!

Please.

Despite the shame...

and the hardships...

know that I wouldn't change a thing.

I love you.

I just didn't want you making my mistakes.

I was wrong to hold you back.

Wherever you want to go...

let me help you get there.

How about home?

It's going to be quieter now they've gone, Father.

Which is a blessing, cos I must get to my exam.

Break a leg, Sarge.

Yes. Good luck, and thank you.

Roger Norton's murder couldn't have been solved without you.

Allin a day's work, Father.

He looks like he's passed already. - What do you think?

Hm?

I think I might get one. A pair of Ton-Up dollies!

That's it! I'm taking it back.

Mrs Devine! - No. I'm keeping it!

BRENDA: Hand it over!