All language subtitles for Father Brown s12e09 The Puzzle of Banburismus.eng

As you all know, running this sewing
circle is one of my great pleasures.

It's not been without
its challenges.

Who could forget
the doily debacle of '52?

LAUGHTER

But I was thinking that this year

we could put on a little display
of our work in the village.

After all, some of us
are prize-winning embroiderers.

Our own exhibition.
Wouldn't our husbands' be proud!

Oh, please, because we're
displaying a few handkerchiefs

by prize-winning embroiderers?!

So, what do you suggest,
then, Catherine?

The Kembleford Tapestry.

Uh! Not this again.

It's something that would
actually challenge us,

showcase our talents properly.

We could ask St Mary's
to display it.

I heard you used to work on projects
that meant something -

made blankets for people in Coventry
after the bombings,

darned socks for front-line troops.

The war was a long time ago.

Don't you miss having a purpose?

This is our chance to prove
that we're more than just...

...bored housewives
with too much time on their hands.

Speak for yourself.

It's a very worthy idea, Catherine,
but as I've said before,

I simply don't have the time
to work on such a big project.

I'm sorry. No, I'm sorry.

I don't think you have the vision
to lead us any more, Violet.

So I'm putting myself forward as
the new head of the sewing circle.

It's time for you to vote.

Everything all right, love?

The group has decided
on a change of direction.

I'm no longer
head of the sewing circle.

What am I going to do, Daniel?

Oh. Is that Father Brown, then?

This depicts St Mary's being
built in the 1180s, Brenda.

I don't think he's quite that old.

Oh. And hopefully less rotund.

We've spent weeks
each completing a panel

depicting a period
of Kembleford's history.

Today, we're joining those panels
together and adding a border.

And then it's going be
installed in St Mary's,

ready for the unveiling on Saturday.

This is Judith's.

She finished hers at home
long before the rest of us.

She's by far our
best needlepointer.

I'd use a chain stitch rather than
a stem stitch, Marjory, surely?

And very keen
to share her knowledge.

Congratulations, Mrs Goodfellow,

on organising such
an ambitious project.

Actually, this is all
Catherine Glover's doing.

Why does this have
your name down

as the head of
the sewing circle, not me?

I'm sorry, there must have
been a mix-up. A mix-up?

You just can't stand
that I'm in control

of your precious little
sewing group, can you?

I'm sorry about that, Father.

Catherine can get very passionate
about things.

She's been even
more stressed lately.

I think it's the pressure
of the event.

Yeah, Mrs Devine's the same,
and her wedding's weeks away!

I'm sure no offence was
deliberately intended, Miss Glover.

Maybe you're right, Father.

But this tapestry
has to be a success.

I'm looking forward
to the unveiling.

Actually, I've asked
someone else to do that.

But it's Father Brown's church?

I think you'll find
it's God's church, Miss Palmer.

I'm sorry. Your parents
might not come to our wedding?

It's me...

...isn't it?

Walter doesn't approve. I knew
I'd made a terrible impression.

No, no! No, it's not you.
It's more...

...the company you keep.

My father strongly believes

that your extra-curricular
activities with Father Brown

undermine my position here.

We only ever want to help.

Whether it's asked for, or not.

My father demanded that I stop
you working with Father Brown,

or he won't give
the wedding his blessing.

Clearly, I'd never presume
to tell you what to do.

So we've been at somewhat
of an impasse for weeks.

Miss Glover wanted to ensure
the Kembleford Tapestry

got the publicity it deserves.

Obviously a man in my position

can lend the unveiling
a certain gravitas.

Canon Fox has arranged
for the press to be there,

local dignitaries, even the mayor.

It should be quite the event.

So it should be, Miss Glover.

I can't believe she's gone over
Father Brown's head like this.

I'm hardly surprised. We all know
what Catherine can be like.

Well, maybe you should have
thought of that

before you voted for her, Judith.

I don't have to justify my actions
to you, Martha Fitzgibbon.

More tea, gentlemen?

Unfortunately, I must decline.

I only came to check on progress.

I'll walk you to your car.

I must say, I am surprised
you were able to find the time

to participate in our
little unveiling, Canon Fox.

Oh, I've always been a keen
supporter of St Mary's,

and yourself of course, Father.

Yes.

And dedicating your valuable time

to assist with these
small parish events

will reflect very favourably on you.

As I understand, Bishop Reynard
is thinking of retiring.

It's true I'm being spoken of
as Bishop Reynard's successor...

...which is why I need this tapestry
unveiling to run smoothly.

You have a tendency
to get distracted

from your clerical duties, Father.

So no...

...funny business.

Sergeant Goodfellow,
can I be of assistance?

If you wouldn't mind, Father.
They're to display the tapestry.

Oh. This is my good friend,
William Fitzgibbon.

We're fellow sewing circle widowers.

We've actually started to hold
our own weekly meetings.

At the Red Lion, Father.

Ah!

Wow, that's well detailed.

It might even be better
than Judith's.

Thanks. I really wanted to pay
tribute to Kembleford's heroes.

Rotate, careful now.

Rotate about 20 degrees
and you should clear the doorframe.

Oh, Daniel, they're perfect.

Well, you did give William
and I strict instructions.

I'll just put these here, love.

Right, I've got to get back to
the station,

so listen, good luck, everyone.

Oh, darling.

You don't usually concern yourself
with my sewing circle.

What's made you
want to get involved now?

Oh, well, Daniel did
ask, and...

Oh, dear!

Oh, thank you, Father.

Are you a draughtsman,
Mr Fitzgibbon?

I wouldn't bother, Father.
He's one of those atheists.

He is agnostic, Judith,
as well you know.

William is a professor of
mathematics

at Gloucester University.
Martha, please.

My apologies - Professor.

And I am always available for
a robust philosophical discussion.

Well, maybe you could
join Daniel and me

at one of our weekly meetings
some time, Father.

JUDITH SCOFFS

I do hope you've got a half-decent
design for this decorative border?

She's a bit scary, isn't she?

Mrs Skelton has always had
a reputation for being...

...formidable.

And she's getting worse,
the old battle-axe.

Martha!

We all know that Judith
can be a little bit prickly,

but we're pretty much all she's got.

She deserves our compassion.

You might want to save that
for Catherine.

It looks like Judith's
having a right go.

Right, ladies. Let's get these
panels up in those frames

and then time for a lunch break.

Oh... Please, Catherine, lower
your voice. People might hear us.

And we can't have that,
can we, William?

We can't have people
knowing about us.

We have no choice.
The consequences if it came out...

It's killing me, the guilt.

That's why I'm going
to do the right thing.

You can't tell everyone, Catherine.
Please, think this through.

I'm sorry, William,
but my mind is made up.

And then Catherine
stormed back inside.

And I thought sewing was boring!

Oh, there she is.

I thought you were meeting us
at the village hall earlier?

Sorry, I got a little waylaid.

Did you manage to speak
to the Chief Inspector

about your wedding guest numbers?

Yes, yes. It's all arranged now.
Thank you, Father.

BELL RINGS
Oh, is that the time?

I'll head over to the hall now.
I did promise Mrs Goodfellow.

Oh, she didn't want any lunch then?

GASPS

The victim was
a Miss Catherine Glover, sir.

Unmarried, no known relatives.

She taught modern languages
at St Bernadette's Ladies College.

Moved to Kembleford
about three years ago.

She was clearly stabbed, but I
can't see an obvious murder weapon.

Although there seems to be no
shortage of sharp objects in here.

Chief Inspector...

...Miss Glover's tapestry panel is
the only one that has been defaced.

Yes, thank you, Father.

It was clearly personal.

The Times crossword.
I barely get halfway through it.

Poetry, sir. Curious.

What is, Father?

The handwriting's different
on the crossword.

A gift from a lover, maybe?

Catherine wasn't stepping
out with anyone.

I'd have known.

Actually...

...there may have been someone.

So you went for a walk
during lunch alone, Professor?

It's when I do my best thinking.

But that's not a crime,
Chief Inspector.

Not unless you went via the village
hall and killed Miss Glover.

I hardly knew her.

That's interesting...

...because this was found
in her possession.

That handwriting matches the samples
we've seen of yours.

Were you and Miss Glover lovers?

No! We were just friends,
that's all.

A moment ago you hardly knew her
and now you're writing her poetry.

A witness saw you
arguing before lunch.

Were you afraid
she'd expose your affair?

Did you ensure that she wouldn't?

No! I would never hurt Catherine.
You've got it all wrong.

Then what was it between you?

This will go much better for
you if you just co-operate.

I'm sorry, Chief Inspector,
but it really won't.

I'm already under
suspicion of murder.

I won't have treason
added to the mix, too.

Amen. Amen.

Thank you, Father.

You should hear what people are
saying about William and Catherine.

And there's nothing I can do.

What if he hangs?

Martha, there you are.

Come on, let's get you home.

Father.

I will visit the Professor
tomorrow morning

and attempt to give him
some comfort.

Thank you, Father.

Actually, Father,
you won't be allowed to visit him.

Because he's not a man of faith?

I'm not sure.
Chief Inspector's instructions.

Mrs Fitzgibbon is adamant that her
husband did not kill Miss Glover.

And she's right. He couldn't have.
William has always hated violence.

He didn't even take up
arms during the war.

He worked in
the Communications Office.

None of this makes sense, Father.

Have you voiced your concerns
to the Chief Inspector?

Of course. He thinks my judgment
is clouded,

and I worry he's already
made his mind up.

That's why I need you, Father.

My friend faces the gallows.

Please help me find the real killer.

You don't suppose
Sergeant Goodfellow is wrong

and William really did do it?

Sergeant Goodfellow is
an excellent policeman

and I trust his judgment.

If he believes that
Professor Fitzgibbon is innocent,

then it's worth exploring.

Especially as there are a couple
of things that bother me.

Like what?

The poem he wrote Miss Glover.

Not very romantic.

So you think he's telling
the truth - they were just friends?

Possibly.

And the tapestry panel.

Why would the Professor damage that?

But if it wasn't him
who killed Catherine, then who?

Maybe we should leave it
to the police to find out.

It was Sergeant Goodfellow
who asked for our help.

Well, the sewing circle
need our help too.

The unveiling is tomorrow.

Unless you want to tell
Canon Fox it's cancelled.

We will go down there
and offer our services.

Really?

Miss Glover ruffled a lot of
feathers within the sewing circle.

Perhaps the killer is one of them.

So...

...any leads on who's done it?

What? I know Daniel would have
asked you to investigate.

He thinks very highly of you.

Plus, you're here helping when...

...clearly you'd rather not be.

BRENDA GROANS

I presume you suspect
one of the sewing circle.

It seems the Sergeant
is not the only Goodfellow

with keen deduction skills.

We understand that Catherine Glover
recently replaced you

as head of the sewing circle.

Yes, at the last AGM.

Not your decision?

No.

Wait, am I a suspect?

Of course not.

It does seem odd, though,
that Miss Glover's details

were swapped for yours
on the information leaflet.

It was just an error.

Although, with Catherine not around,
it looks like you're back in charge.

Trust me, I'd much rather not be.

I'm not sure we'll be
finished on time.

We've no Catherine, Martha's taken
to her bed with the shock of it all

and Judith hasn't even
bothered to turn up!

I thought Judith was meant to be
their best sewer.

And it's all hands on deck
right now.

Perhaps I'll pay a visit
to Mrs Skelton.

Aw! Urgh!

Patience and practice, Miss Palmer.

You'll soon get the hang of it.

Mrs Goodfellow?
LAUGHTER

I'm telling you, sir,
you've got the wrong man.

William couldn't hurt a fly.

Sir!

HE SIGHS

WF.

William Fitzgibbon.
You were saying, Sergeant?

I think I need another chat
with our professor,

and this time he's going to give me
some proper answers.

Father...

...this is a surprise.

Thank you, Alicia.

Your housekeeper?

Heavens, no!

My great-niece. She's at college
nearby and helps out a little.

I like to surround myself
with things that I'm proud of.

So, what do you want?

Erm...

After the sad death of Miss Glover,

I wanted to check that
you were all right.

I sense a certain ambivalence
about the tapestry.

The whole project is doomed.
I won't be part of it any more.

Won't...

...or can't, Mrs Skelton?

Yesterday, you corrected people,

but you didn't actually
pick up a needle yourself.

And you winced when you poured tea.

Arthritis, I presume?

You're extremely observant, Father.

Not even Violet has realised yet.

I did wonder how you managed
to complete your tapestry panel...

...and then I noticed
your great-niece's elaborate cuffs

and I realised that you've
been training a protege.

I still design everything,

coach her through
the various stitches.

But, yes, Alicia does the actual
sewing back at school.

It's just a shame
she attends St Bernadette's.

The same school that
Miss Glover taught at?

Catherine spotted her working
on my last competition piece.

She said I was a cheat, that she'd
tell everyone about my arthritis,

unless I supported her
takeover bid at the AGM.

You felt you had no choice?

It's bad enough being unable to do
the one thing that brings me joy,

but to lose my place
in the circle too...

But with Miss Glover gone,
your secret was safe.

You think I killed her?

Oh, please.

I know, more than anyone,

the devastation an untimely death
can cause.

Besides, that sewing club
is my family.

Then why don't you tell them
about your condition?

Mrs Goodfellow, I'm sure,
would be supportive.

I did feel terrible
voting against her.

First Catherine blackmails me,

then she carries on
with that spineless William.

I've no idea why Martha
put up with it.

Mrs Fitzgibbon was aware
of her husband

and Miss Glover's relationship?

So Martha knew about the affair?

Mrs Goodfellow,
is everything all right?

No. I've just come from the station.

William has been formally charged.

Apparently, the murder weapon
was one of his compasses.

See? Maybe it was William after all.

Sometimes we've just got
to let the police do their job.

Seriously?

Strange that Mr Fitzgibbon would use
something that was so obviously his.

Martha would have had access
to his compasses.

She probably polishes them for him.

So she kills the mistress
and frames her cheating husband!

It might be wise to have a word
with Mrs Fitzgibbon.

Find out why she chose
to hide her knowledge

of her husband's
apparent infidelity.

You two go on.

Again? You'd rather do sewing
than solve this?

Actually, I'm meeting Edgar
here shortly,

whilst he takes a break from
officially investigating the case.

Sergeant?

What are you doing with those?

Just want to check in
on William, sir.

See if I can convince him
to talk to us.

There's no need. I've finally got
what I need from him.

I am sorry the way
this turned out, Sergeant.

Are you, though, sir?

Excuse me?

Have you even looked for any other
suspects? Because Father Brown has.

You talked to Father Brown
about this case?

I just aired my concerns, sir.

Father Brown always
keeps an open mind.

I'd think very carefully
about what you're saying, Sergeant,

because it sounds like you're
accusing me

of not doing my job properly.

No, sir.

It's just, there has to be
a different explanation.

I know William
couldn't have done this.

Well, maybe you don't know
your friend

as well as you think you do,
Sergeant.

What do you mean, sir?

No-one talks to Professor Fitzgibbon
while he's here. Not you

and certainly not Father Brown.
Do I make myself clear?

Yes, sir.

We don't know which regiment
this ruined insignia is for.

Although Catherine probably has
the original designs

back at her cottage.

Probably.

I don't think he's coming.

Your Chief Inspector. I presume
that's who you're waiting for.

We were meant to be having lunch.

You wouldn't believe the lunches
Daniel has missed over the years.

And the dinners.

And the suppers too,
come to think of it.

It was actually quite important.

I'm afraid no matter what it is,
the job will always come first.

That's the sacrifice
you have to make

for falling in love
with a policeman.

Why did no-one inform me
there's been...

...a murder!

What am I going to tell
the dignitaries

and journalists coming tomorrow?

I've invited a reporter
from the Gloucester Insider!

The county press are coming?!

This was meant to be my...

...Kembleford's big moment.

But now...

Will there even be a completed
tapestry for me to unveil?

Of course there will.

Judith! We'll be certain
to finish on time now.

Actually...

...before we begin, there's
something I need to tell you all.

Mrs Devine?

I thought you were meeting
the Chief Inspector?

Change of plan.
I'm heading to Catherine's.

Oh! So you are investigating!
I knew it!

No, we need her original plans.

We can't make out
one of the damaged crests.

Did you manage to speak to Martha?

No answer, I'm afraid.

I really should...

It looks like someone's
beat us to it.

Someone's looking for something.

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

Mrs Fitzgibbon.

I found some poems William had
received hidden in his tie drawer

and recognised
Catherine's handwriting.

But he wouldn't have killed her.

Maybe not, but their affair would
also provide a motive for you.

I'd never...

No, no, no. No, I didn't need to.

Catherine may have been
on his level intellectually,

but she was a loose cannon.

She could never have looked
after him properly.

No. I was sure that it
would run its course.

Besides...

...I'd found my own way
to get a little revenge.

You changed the name on the leaflet.

I couldn't resist.

But that's all I did, I swear.

Then why hide away?

The sewing circle needs you.

No, I wasn't hiding,
I was trying to help William.

I thought I might find
some more evidence here

pointing to the real killer.

Well, did you find anything?

More poems.

It seems they'd written each other
quite the anthology.

Again...

...not very romantic.

This was with them.

On her bedside table.

It's William's.

I'd recognise it anywhere
from the broken teeth.

Yes. It looks like the comb

that the Professor dropped
in the village hall.

But it's not the same one.

The colouring's slightly different.

So why are the teeth damaged
in exactly the same way?

Because it's not a comb.

That's a decoding device?

It's a Cardan grille, Miss Palmer.

The broken teeth
align with individual letters,

spelling out words,

which is why Miss Glover
and the Professor had one each.

The poem is just a body of text to
conceal their secret conversation.

And you can decipher it?

Theoretically, yes.

But it may take some time.

Trust me, if there is anything
in those poems

that could help William,
Father Brown will find it.

I can't believe it. It looks like it
might actually be ready in time.

Oh, Martha, I'm so glad you came.

Nice repair work. I trust
you used a linen support patch?

That was my idea.

I'm just sorry
I couldn't do the actual sewing.

We're happy to have you
as our expert adviser.

It's a pity about
this last insignia, however.

Any luck on finding
Catherine's designs?

Sorry, I looked everywhere.

I so wanted to restore Catherine's
panel exactly how she intended it.

She may have had her faults, but...

...this whole project wouldn't
have happened without her.

It's a shame she won't be part
of the unveiling.

Actually, maybe she could.

Oh.

Father Brown!

Have you been down here all night?

It would appear so.

Did you find anything?

Professor Fitzgibbon and Miss Glover

were ex-colleagues, not lovers.

These refer to their time
working together during the war.

But why hide that?

Because their work was top secret.

Talking about it would have
been a violation

of the Official Secrets Act.

The argument I overheard.

It wasn't about Catherine
exposing an affair,

it was about her
exposing their war work.

I believe so. It still gives
William a strong motive.

And why would Catherine decide
to tell people about it

after all this time?

I don't know, Miss Palmer,
but Professor Fitzgibbon might.

Oh, Father.

We need you at St Mary's.

Canon Fox is due any minute
to go through the order of events.

Oh, it's the unveiling today!

Of course it's the unveiling
today, Brenda!

Oh, you've renamed it
after Catherine.

The circle thought we could make
today something of a tribute to her.

That's a kind gesture. Mm.

But unfortunately,

I'm going to have to see
you there shortly, Mrs Devine.

Oh.

But what will I tell Canon Fox?
Father?!

I'm sorry, Father.

William still isn't meant to be
receiving any visitors.

I understand, Sergeant, but I
believe that he does hold the key

to finding Miss Glover's murderer.

The Chief Inspector gave me
a direct order. Oh.

Well, I would never want to put you
in a difficult position, Sergeant.

You know he faces the Magistrates'
later this morning.

William won't cope being
remanded to a real prison.

So...

...if you really think
this will help, Father...

But, please, let's make this quick.

Father Brown will be joining us
any moment, Canon Fox.

Why don't you take a look
at the tapestry

before everyone else arrives?

Of course.

I think you'll be
pleasantly surprised.

On second thoughts...

...why don't you have
a nice cup of tea first?

Excuse me? It's just...

...you should lubricate
your vocal cords.

It's very important
before a big speech.

Trust me, I'm an actress.

What is going on?

It's the tapestry - it's missing!

Oh, no.

As far as I can make out,
in my ignorance...

...you decrypted Nazi radio codes

and Miss Glover deciphered
and translated German intercepts.

We should never have taken
such a risk writing these.

You were a great support
to Miss Glover.

She was a genius.

Eidetic memory,
unparalleled linguistics skills.

But like so many geniuses,
she was also troubled.

Once she got a notion in her head
she became completely fixated on it,

to the detriment of everything else.

Hence her insistence
on creating the tapestry?

At least that was
a positive obsession.

She spent hours researching local
regiments and their histories.

I've never seen her so happy.

Yet, in the days
before her death...

...she become agitated.

Professor, I admire
your sense of duty.

You have remained loyal
to your country

and to the Official Secrets Act.

But you face the gallows.

I took an oath, Father.

I understand.

But if you are indeed innocent,
as I believe you are,

then there is still a killer loose
in Kembleford, and I need your help.

A week or so ago,
during her research,

Catherine came across an account

of a Luftwaffe air strike
on a naval vessel.

Many lives lost.

The problem was, she recognised it.

She had translated the German
intercepts relating to the attack.

And she became obsessed with
the idea that somehow she had

made a mistake, got details
of their plans wrong.

She believed that it could have been
prevented but for her error? Mm.

I tried to convince her otherwise,
but she wouldn't listen.

She told me she planned to make
a speech at the unveiling,

telling everyone publicly
what she had done.

Which is why she promoted
the unveiling.

I begged her not to do it.

She could have faced life
imprisonment. Execution, even.

But she was so desperate
for atonement.

She'd even embroidered
the ship's badge on her tapestry.

The damaged insignia.

Professor, do you happen to remember
the name of the vessel?

Mm. The HMS Lionheart.
It was an aircraft carrier.

I kept telling Catherine that nobody
else would blame her

for what had happened.

I'm afraid I don't think
that's true.

Miss Palmer?

Father Brown, the tapestry
has been stolen

and Mrs Devine is having kittens.

It makes no sense, Father. Who'd
want to ruin an event like this?

The same person
who killed Miss Glover.

Mrs Skelton!

No!

Stay back, Father!

A lot of people are waiting eagerly
at St Mary's to see that tapestry.

SHE LAUGHS
And to praise 'Saint' Catherine?!

I won't let them celebrate
that woman!

Because of your son?

The photograph in your parlour.

He's wearing the uniform
of the Fleet Air Arm.

He flew aeroplanes for the Navy.

Nothing escapes you, Father,
does it?

I presume he was stationed
aboard HMS Lionheart,

the vessel Miss Glover believed
was sunk because of her error.

What a shock when you saw the ship's
badge embroidered on her panel.

I'd never spoken
about James' passing to anyone.

Ever.

I had to know what Catherine's
connection was to his ship.

Those poor people
on the HMS Lionheart.

They died because
of my mistake, Judith.

You could have prevented
the air strike?

I believe so.

I should have double checked
my translation.

You don't know what this has been
like, having this eat away at me.

I've barely slept in days.

YOU'VE barely slept? What about the
families of those that were killed?

That's why I'm trying to make
amends, admit my mistake.

By embroidering a badge and making
some self-pitying little speech?

Why do I bother?

Someone as cold as you could never
understand how much pain I'm in.

Oh, I understand more than you know.

James was on that aircraft carrier.

Your son?!

He's dead because of you!

Then I slashed her panel
to destroy the ship's insignia.

Because you were afraid
it might be traced back to you?

Catherine told me
she wanted to be punished, Father.

I simply gave her what she wanted.

By appointing yourself judge,
jury and executioner?

She spent the whole war playing at
puzzles, like it was a giant game!

She never once thought about the
lives that were depending on her.

Miss Glover tried to make amends
in her own unique way.

If she'd paid more attention to her
work, my son would still be alive!

And now the unveiling
is in her honour!

Catherine Glover doesn't deserve
any kind of legacy!

SHE SOBS

It's the man from the Insider.
Time to start.

Oh. Surely it's best to
wait for Father Brown.

Very well.

But two minutes, no more.

Cake? No.

I'm so sorry, Father.

I don't know what came over me.

I only sorry you didn't show
the same contrition

over Miss Glover's death.

She could have saved him.

James didn't have to die.

Neither did she.

People like Catherine Glover
were merely trying to do their duty

under incredibly
difficult circumstances.

The only people responsible
for your son's death

were the men who attacked that ship.

And deep down, you know that.

I didn't even have a body
to bury, Father.

I tried to harden myself,
ignore the pain.

But it was just sitting inside me...

...waiting to explode.

What have I done?

You need to go to the police
and confess,

because there are souls
to be saved.

Yours...

...and Professor Fitzgibbon's.

I never meant for William
to take the blame.

I always taught James to take
responsibility for his actions.

Father...

...how good are you at sewing?

Ladies and gentlemen, if you would
like to gather by the tapestry,

and I will say a few words
about this worthy project.

But...

I don't understand.

Where has it gone?

Oh, I'm afraid there appears
to have been a slight issue.

Clearly, we will have to postpone
the unveiling until...

Until...

APPLAUSE

Thank you, Father.

Thank you for not giving up
on me, Daniel.

You can pay my back
at our next meeting.

Drinks are on you, William!

Everything all right, sir?

No, Sergeant.

I explicitly said no visitors.

This case contained highly
sensitive information

pertinent to
the Official Secrets Act.

Special Branch are expecting
a full report

and I have to explain
how the local priest

got involved in matters
of national importance.

I'm sorry, sir.

That's not enough this time.

I have no choice.

I'm suspending you,
pending a formal discipline enquiry.

You'll need to hand in your
warrant card by the end of the day.

That'll be all.

This is Judith's son's badge?

From his uniform.

Mrs Skelton insisted we have it
to complete Miss Glover's tapestry.

I think Catherine
would have been proud.

Daniel!

There's something I need to say...
I've got news. You go first.

The ladies have
officially reinstated me

to head of the sewing circle!

Oh, Vi, that's brilliant news!

What were you going to say?

It was nothing important.
Let's just enjoy your day.

If the Sergeant's here,
where's the Chief Inspector?

A good question.

Excuse me.

This is more than just wedding
worries, isn't it, Father?

You made me look a fool, Father.

I apologise.

That was not my intention.

Oh, it never is. But your...

...your escapades could well have
cost me my chance at becoming...

...bishop!

KNOCK ON DOOR

Oh, Isabel.
I thought you were at the church.

I was. I had hoped
you might meet me.

We have a lot to discuss.

Yes. I meant to, it's just...

...my father seems to have
secured me a promotion.

Oh, Edgar!

Congratulations!

The job is with Special Branch...

...in London.

Oh.

Yes. I'll...

I'll be turning it down, of course.

But what about your father?

Your career?

Well...

...you won't want to leave
your beloved Kembleford

and I don't want to leave you.

It's simple.

Maybe not.

This village has been my home
for many happy years.

I do love it.

But I love you more, Edgar.

I don't... What are you saying?

This is a brilliant opportunity.

And one you deserve.

You should take the job...

...and we'll move down to London...

...together.

Oh! Oh, Isabel!

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

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