"♪ ..nor shall my sword sleep in my hand" "♪ Till we have built" "♪ Jerusalem" "♪ In England's green and pleasant land. ♪" "Good evening." "And a rousing Institute welcome to tonight's guests," "Lady Felicia, Father Roland, filling as Locum Curate during Father Brown's unfortunate indisposition." "And last but certainly not least, Mrs Cholmondeley-Carter, from the National Executive Committee who has heroically agreed to act as head judge at tomorrow's fair." "There was nothing "fair" about last year's judgment." "The best jam won and everyone here knows it!" "We have a packed evening, including a cookery talk from Mrs Hunnisett " "Going Gay Without Meat." "And to kick off, Father Roland's film, Educating The African Orphan made during his recent missionary trip to Swaziland." "So, without further ado, Andrea, lights please." "Is there a Virginia in the story?" "Oooh!" "Holy Mother of God!" "Father Roland, what is happening?" "!" "No, God." "No!" "Avert your eyes!" "This is not a film about African orphans." "No, it isn't!" "It is not mine!" "Avert your eyes, ladies!" "This is not happening!" "This is not happening!" "Well." "This is certainly educational." "And finally a cursory inspection of the church roof account reveals that fundraising has been, shall we say, erratic, to say the least." "My Parishioners give what they can." "I'm sure that with the appropriate nudge, they can be persuaded to dig a little deeper." "Raise the roof!" "Very pithy." "One to every household in the village." "Half a crown each and we have ourselves a steeple." "And here's mine to start to you off." "Sterling, Mrs McCarthy." "I knew I could count on you to lead by example." "Am I interrupting?" "Yes." "No." "Her Ladyship thought this might help with the boredom." "You could do a spot of bird watching?" "Feathered variety." "And talking of bird watching, last night's WI meeting...?" "Trust you to bring that up." "I can assure you, the film I gave to Mrs Fortescue comprised only of rainless African skies and smiling black children." "If you say so." "No one doubts that." "But a mystery none the less." "There'll be no more mysteries for you until that leg is mended." "Really?" "Hywel!" "On your way to the Post Office?" "No flies on you, Father." "Mrs Clam is a comely widow and your posy tells its own story." "Wild rosemary for warm emotion and freesias for lasting friendship." "And featherhead for allurement." "Talking of which, I hear the WI meeting last night took an unexpected turn." "Turns out their VIP was only the Chief Superintendent's sister-in-law." "Taken to her bed with the shock of it." "Inspector Sullivan wants answers." "Father Roland gave the film to Mrs Fortescue." "And she left it at the village hall for the ladies coming in to set up the meeting." "If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times." "You can't go round leaving doors unlocked these days." "It seems a peculiarly unladylike crime." "Try telling that to the WI ladies and on the day of the fair to boot." "Tensions already at boiling point." "Sparks will fly, you mind my words." "I can't stop!" "Stay, Jeffrey!" "It's always the quiet ones." "Maybe he left one of his films lying around and she got it mixed up with the orphans." "If you've something to say, Judith, perhaps you'd have the grace and good manners to say it to my face." "I'm waiting." "No?" "Then if you're done spreading malicious slander then perhaps you could fetch more bunting!" "Chop chop!" "Come, Jeffery!" "That woman will be the death of me." "Oi." "Father, give that to Father Brown when you see him, will ya?" "This being...?" "Donation to the steeple fund from Mrs Plumpton." "Do I look like a complete greenhorn?" "Yep." "I want nothing to do with this ill-gotten money." "Keep your cassock on." "It was a dead cert and the church roof's got a dirty great hole in it." "Father Brown should live by example, instead of falling so publicly to vice." "I was warned he surrounded himself with undesirables." "But even I couldn't have predicted the full extent." "Warned were you?" "By who?" "The Bishop?" "Bishop Talbot has been gracious enough to take me under his wing." "I bet has!" "Planted you here as his little spy." "Recognises qualities in me lacking in... others." "Even priests can live a little." "All right, ladies!" "Looking lovely." "She's taken a shine to you." "Don't be puerile." "Listen, Father, don't take this the wrong way but... you're a handsome bloke, all right?" "You can have any girl you wanted." "Why hide your knackers under a skirt for the rest of your..." "Maybe there is a man under that dress after all." "I wouldn't put it past that one." "Not normal is it?" "All that celibacy does funny things to a man." "Jolly good of you to step in for Mrs CholmondeleyCarter." "Eleventh hour and all that." "Oh, here's Father Roland." "Righto." "Cakes!" "One to six are standard fruits, seven to eleven" " Victoria sponge, 12 to 15 are marmalade loaves, 16 to 19 are lemon drizzle." "And here we have our home-baked bread." "Afternoon, Mrs Bunyon." "George!" "For me?" "!" "Oh!" "Hello, hello." "The prize for My Favourite Room In A Shoebox, goes to Mrs Sibree for her "imaginative use of materials"" "and "witty" holiday cottage bathroom." "Congratulations." "Very well deserved." "Best cake goes to Judith Bunyon for her Victoria sponge." "That sponge is mine." "I'd recognise it anywhere." "Oh, here we go again." "Hers had sunk in the middle." "She switched the numbers." "I'm sure that's not the case." "This belongs to me." "Now, ladies!" "A bitter and twisted fantasist." "No one would put it past you after the gooseberry jam of 1948." "Was that letter something to do with you?" "Now then, ladies, that's enough of that." "Why don't you come with me and have a little cool down?" "I'll get you for this, Judith Bunyon!" "Congratulations." "Very well deserved." "And the prize for best scones goes to..." "Gladys Clam." "Before you say anything, it was a blind tasting." "14 years unblemished record..." "These scones are an award-winning secret recipe handed down from my mother and her mother before that." "This recipe was baked for His Majesty King George IV on his visit to Kilkenny Castle in 1826." "Taste one." "Go on." "Taste one and then tell me they only merit a highly commended!" "Deus, Pater misericordiarum, qui per mortem et resurrectionem..." "Pugh." "Sir." "No Father Brown?" "Nasty accident on his bicycle, sir." "That's Father Roland, his locum." "He's staying at the Presbytery." "Does he fancy himself as an amateur detective too?" "I doubt it." "Bit green around the gills." "Needed a moment... outside, if you get my..." "Amen." "Oh, and there he goes again." "What do we know about the dead woman?" "Mrs Judith Bunyon." "Farmer's wife." "Her husband owns Brook Farm in Lower Kemble." "Did she have any enemies?" "What, foul play?" "The colouration of the face looks like cyanide poisoning." "There was a bit of a hoo-ha with Miss Thimble earlier, but then show day does tend to bring out the worst in the ladies." "Mrs Clackett narrowly escaped a charge of ABH last year, after a bust-up over her cherry Bakewell." "And last night's incident hasn't helped matters." "Any connection there?" "Can't see it myself, sir." "Sergeant!" "Get this to the lab." "I want a toxicology report on my desk by the end of the day." "Sir." "We'll take it from here, Pugh." "Yes, sir." "By the sound of it, I think we can rule out natural causes." "So, Mrs M, what can you tell us about the dead woman?" "Judith was a troublemaker and no mistake, a woman who took great delight in spreading malicious gossip." "And he who is without sin..." "And Vera Thimble wasn't the only one she fell out with today." "Mrs Fortescue caught Judith pointing the finger at her Jeffrey over last night's cinematic catastrophe." "Tore a strip off her in front of half the WI." "Did she, now?" "Mm, somebody's got their mojo back." "Yes, well, I'm no used to anyone stuck in this chair." "Oh, fiddlesticks." "Your brain's in one piece." "And if you need any legwork doing, consider me at your disposal." "You?" "!" "Why not me?" "Well, I've always put you down as decorative rather than useful." "Decorative?" "!" "Tell me, Father." "Am I "decorative"?" "As a rosary is both beautiful and with purpose." "I think it's up to Father Brown to decide which of us is the more useful." "Quite." "Father?" "After you." "No, after you." "So much for your offer of help." "If I recall correctly, Father Brown asked us both to help." "Huh!" "These are Chanel gloves." "Oh, really?" "Well, I'm sure there's plenty more where they came from." "Stand aside, Mrs McCarthy." "Oh, really!" "Oh." "Oh, gosh." "A Kembleford postmark." "Why waste a stamp?" "Proverbs chapter 19, verse 9." ""A false witness shall not be unpunished," ""and he that speaketh lies shall perish."" "Judith Bunyon spread malicious gossip aplenty." "And the numbers?" "A code of some sort?" "It's a puzzle." "That's what it is." "It's a threat, judging by her reaction when she read it." "So what do we do now?" "First things first, someone should take it to the police." "I will." "I see." "Well, if Father Brown says it's significant, that's good enough for me." "I'll make sure the inspector gets it." "Is there any news on how Mrs Bunyon died?" "You didn't hear it from me, but... murder it looks like." "Cyanide poisoning." "Her Victoria sponge was laced with wasp killer." "No!" "Is this anything to do with you?" "Why on earth would I do something like that?" "Then we paid a visit to the Post Office, where we managed to identify the writing paper by its watermark." "Mrs Clam had only got in half a dozen and was obliging enough to remember who had purchased them." "Three of those were at the WI fair." "Vera Thimble, Dinah Fortescue... and Mrs McCarthy." "For the parish office!" "Well, you might as well say Father Brown wrote that letter." "Or..." "Father Roland..." "Now you really are being ridiculous." "Who gave the film to Dinah Fortescue." "I think Vera Thimble also received an anonymous letter which sent her hurtling to Dinah Fortescue." "I think we need to find out what was in Miss Thimble's letter." "How on earth do we do that?" "I think... we should ask her." "'.." "And I'm also culling a few of these birds." "'You can do it if you like, Grace." "Any good at wringing necks?" "Heavens, no!" "'" "Oh." "I didn't hear you come in." "Ah!" "Hello!" "Hello?" "Miss Thimble." "Ah, Miss Thimble!" "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" "Oh!" "Oh, this is no time to have a fit of the vapours." "I think she's had a visitor." "I suppose it's up to me to go and get help, then." "Well, stay there." "And don't touch anything." "Sorry." "Oh, dear..." "Indeed!" "Oh!" "Long John Silver in the 4:10." "Oh, yes!" "Sid!" "May I help you?" "Yes, erm... can't reach the Parish Magazine." "I wonder if you..." "I'm enjoying your article." ""Sports Day In Swaziland."" "Egg and spoon race with an ostrich egg." "Very good." "Who is the young lady who appears to have pipped you to the winning post?" "A volunteer with the Catholic Mission." "Mr Plunkett telephoned to book a christening." "At last." "Three weeks overdue, poor woman." "I must say, you and your missionary friend look very at your ease amongst the orphans." "More at ease than I am with your record-keeping." "If you'll excuse me, I must telephone the Bishop to update him on my progress." "A written reminder for your personal diary, assuming you possess such a thing." "Yes, well, give my regards to Bishop Talbot." "Oh, I will." "Oh, yes." "Of course!" "So we assume she knew her killer." "Well enough to offer her tea." "There was a cup on the table, stained with lipstick." "Vera Thimble never wore lipstick." "Well spotted, Mrs M." "At which point I had to leave to fetch the police, as Her Ladyship was feeling vapourish." "The murder weapon was a hatpin, ivory, inexpensive but distinctive." "Apart from the teacups, the room was undisturbed and there was one of those on a table." "Father Roland's latest initiative." "Father Roland seems to be making a habit of being present at crime scenes." "He delivered one of those envelopes to every house in the parish, Sidney." "As for the letter, we are none the wiser." "Actually, we are." "I found it in her handbag." "Were you tampering with the crime scene, Lady F?" "It sounds rather thrilling put like that." "But I suppose I did." "And it was identical." "Proverbs 19:9." "Two, eight, one, one, one, nine, two, six, nine, zero, zero." "If only we knew what it meant." "I think I might know." "28th November 1926, nine o'clock." "Ooh!" "Shh!" "Read that." "Shh!" "Albert Evans was a local man and thoroughly bad lot." "Drunkard, wife-beater and known predator on underage girls." "Daisy Butler was just 14 when she was found raped and strangled in Kemblebrook Wood." "He was convicted and hanged at Pentonville Prison on the 28th November 1926 at... 9am...9am." "But there's more." "The evidence against him was overwhelming but circumstantial." "What secured his conviction was the eyewitness testimony of three women on their way home from a WI meeting " "Vera Thimble, Judith Bunyon..." "And Dinah Fortescue." "Young man, be aware my husband plays golf with the Chief Constable, so you'd better have an extremely good reason for this extraordinary behaviour." "Do you recognise this?" "Where the blazes did you find that?" "Is it yours?" "Lost it weeks ago." "Dropped out in the street." "Ruddy things never stay in." "Can I ask what brand of lipstick you wear, Mrs Fortsecue?" "You most certainly may not." "Is it Elizabeth Arvon Roseberry Crush, by any chance?" "What the devil...?" "Found it by Miss Thimble's body, along with your fingerprints." "Poppycock!" "I haven't set foot in that woman's house in years." "You were seen having a heated argument with her shortly after Judith Bunyon's murder." "Can I ask what that was about?" "It was a private matter." "And the fracas yesterday with Mrs Bunyon at the WI fair, was that also a private matter?" "I pulled her up on malicious tittle-tattle, if that's what you mean." "About the unfortunate mix-up at Friday's WI meeting?" "Mrs Fortescue, are you aware that your husband was arrested in a raid on a pornographic cinema in Soho?" "He was never charged." "He's a county court judge." "If this came to light, I don't think he'll be playing golf with the Chief Constable any time in the near future." "Meaning?" "I think both dead women found out about your husband's activities and threatened to expose him." "So you killed them." "Dinah Fortescue," "I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murders of Judith Bunyon and Vera Thimble." "You are not obliged to say anything unless you wish to do so, but whatever you do say..." "Hmm." "Angel AND saint rolled into one, Mrs M." "Father?" "Not now... please?" "Father, may I congratulate you on a rousing homily this morning?" "Temptation and the sins of the flesh." "I look forward to reading it." "I hope I can tempt you to a slice of lemon drizzle." "No, thank you." "I'm fasting, followed by a prayer vigil in the church." "This evening, you are normally glued to the wireless." "The Sunday Half Hour is Father Roland's only vice," "I sometimes think." "I thought the choristers from King's College Cambridge last week were particularly fine." "Or was it Christ Church, Oxford?" "There's been a development!" "Oh!" "Good afternoon, Father." "Delightful homily this morning." "I'll leave you to your diversions." "Sid." "Dinah Fortescue's been charged with both murders." "The hatpin was hers and her fingerprints were on a teacup." "Have they established a motive?" "It all leads back to Albert Evans." "Three women testified against him - two of them are dead, and the third is in a police cell." "This mentions a wife." "Do we know where she is?" "About 100 yards away." "Where?" "In the graveyard." "Oh." "She drowned a month after his execution." "Almost certainly suicide, but they gave her the benefit of the doubt and a Christian burial." "Ah!" "The everyday china's good enough for the likes of you, and you will find that downstairs in the kitchen." "Dear God and all the saints." "What, Mrs M?" "Vera Thimble had a Royal Doulton tea service." "Never missed an opportunity to mention it or get it out in public, but the cup found at the scene was cheap everyday china." "The sort of thing she wouldn't give house room to." "A rogue cup, planted at the scene of the crime?" "Ahem." "My homily... for your perusal." "Thank you." "Planted by the real murderer." "We need to have a chat with Dinah Fortescue." "I'm sorry, ladies, but you aren't authorised." "I'll come clean with you, Constable." "Father Brown believes there's about to be a grave miscarriage of justice." "Does he, now?" "How's that, then?" "He's not quite sure just yet..." "But knowing Father Brown, he'll get it all worked out in the end." "Exactly." "All right." "Just..." "Just ten minutes." "It's all just a fearful bloody mess of a misunderstanding and no-one who's anyone will believe it for a second." "Vera Thimble received an anonymous letter." "Not from me." "Did you know that Judith Bunyon received one also?" "The 28th November 1926, 9am." "The execution of Albert Evans." "I'd like you to leave." "You're going on trial for double murder." "The police have enough evidence to convict you twice over and," "I have on impeccable authority, intend to push for a death sentence." "So whatever you're concealing, I hope it's worth hanging for." "It was all such a long time ago." "Daisy Butler was just 14 when she was lured into the woods, strangled... and worse." "Kembleford was rocked to the core... like we'd woken up one day to find the devil living amongst us." "Forgive me, Lord, and lead me not into temptation, but deliver me from evil." "Lead me not into temptation, but deliver me from evil." "Lead me not into temptation." "Get thee behind me, Satan!" "Albert Evans was a known predator on young girls." "The van he driving was identical to the one we saw." "He had no alibi." "Not a person in Kembleford, including his own wife, doubted his guilt." "But without eye witnesses, he'd have got off scot-free." "It was unthinkable." "Good evening, Hywel." "Or should I say Stephen?" "I had hoped, with you laid up, there'd be one less detective to worry about." "Well, I couldn't help noticing the flowers on your mother's grave, the birdsfoot trefoil for revenge... on those who testified against your father." "12 years old." "My father, a murderer and rapist." "My mother, a suicide." "What happened to you?" "I was sent to my nan's in Tywyn." "She changed my name so no-one would know I was the devil's spawn." "Not that it stopped them finding out." ""Hangwell" they called me at school." "Kiddies can be very cruel like that." "As for Nan... she locked her bedroom door every night I was under her roof." "Can't be too careful, see." "Like father, like son." "You poor little boy." "I'm so very, very sorry." "Thank you, Father." "I think you're the first person who's ever said that." "Mind if I take a pew?" "It's been a shocking day on the feet." "Be my guest." "I expect you've got some questions." "Yes." "I was wondering why you bothered sending the letters when it can only draw attention to yourself." "Well, that's easy." "I wanted them to feel the fear my father did..." "Oh!" "I didn't hear you come in." "'.." "To know they had died 'for what they'd done.'" "Horribly cunning." "Well, from you, I'll take that as a complement, Father." "Although truth be told, it was surprisingly simple." "So, kindly refrain from chasing every young girl all around the fete, if you wouldn't mind." "Am I making myself clear?" "Very." "'Who notices a policeman?" "'First on every crime scene." "'Access all areas.'" "I assume it was you who switched Father Roland's film at the Women's Institute." "Here's me, biding my time for the right moment and then a records check turns up Justice Jeffrey's activities." "You murdered two innocent women... and framed a third... for telling the truth." "Well..." "Well, Father... it seems like you don't know everything after all." "Not one of them is innocent." "They murdered my father, as surely as if they'd pulled the lever on the drop." "It didn't feel like lying." "It felt like justice." "By the trial, I think I truly believed that Bert Evans was the man I saw that night." "And then some 20 years later, the real killer was caught and confessed." "Albert Evans was declared posthumously innocent and pardoned." "So, you took matters into your own hands." "An eye for an eye." "Vengeance is the Lord's." "He will repay." "I can't wait till the Day of Judgment." "I wanted to watch them atone for their crimes and for one of them at least, to suffer as my father did." "The opportunity for one of them to die a long, slow death by judicial murder." "It's not too late to repent." "I'm chapel, see." "Don't set much store by confession." "But you believe in God and the power of his forgiveness." "End this atrocity now, Stephen." "Save your soul." "Forgive me my sins." "I want it absolutely understood that I've never forgiven myself for what I did, not only to Bert Evans, but his wife and their poor little boy." "Albert Evans had a son?" "Can you ladies tell me what the devil you're doing?" "There's no time for that, Inspector." "We know who sent those anonymous letters." "Anonymous letters?" "Received by Judith Bunyon and Vera Thimble" "I don't know of any such letters." "Sure you do." "Vera Thimble's was found in her handbag and we handed in Judith Bunyon's to..." "Constable Pugh!" "When this transfer came up, it was a sign." "I was sent by God as his angel of retribution." "There's irony." "Little Stevie Evans... patrolling the town, keeping them all safe." "All the while, biding my time for the right opportunity." "This'll be painless." "An accident on the stairs in your wheelchair." "There's no-one there to hear you." "I'm looking forward to all this being over... popping the question to Gladys... maybe a kiddie or two." "Is everything all...?" "It's all fine." "All under control." "Go and fetch help!" "We'll have you out of this in a jiffy, Father." "Go!" "I think not." "I'm sorry, Gladys." "Bonkers, in my humble opinion." "Let's hope the judge thinks so." "I owe you a debt of gratitude." "I hear you've got a handy right-hook." "County-flyweight champion, Cambridge Half Blue..." "I gave it up when I entered the seminary." "I'd forgotten how good it felt." "I thought you were in church all night." "What happened?" "And more to the point, how did you know that he was downstairs?" "All right." "I'll go and see where her ladyship's got to." "Listen... thank you." "It seems you know my weaknesses better than I do myself." "I couldn't help but hear the phone ring, every Sunday at eight, just before Sunday half-hour." "What's her name?" "Louisa." "A woman of such purity and beauty, I was lost the first time I saw her." "She sent me away, said she couldn't steal me from God, but... by then, I was already taken." "And yet you still corresponded with her?" "No an impure word or thought." "I broke no vow, committed no sin... except in my heart." "God will understand." "Too well." "Too well." "He sent me here to test me... and the devil was waiting, tempting, taunting me with carnal images." "You think that film was a coincidence?" "A sign?" "Saying what exactly?" "That God wants sacrifice but not suffering, that you can still serve him with the woman you love... that God has chosen for you... by your side." "A cup of tea, I think, is in order." "Oh, I'll make it." "Mrs McCarthy, I am perfectly capable of making a cup of tea." "No doubt you are." "And..." "I'm..." "I'm sorry I said that you were decorative." "Thank you." "And I'm sorry about the scones... because..." "I didn't actually taste them." "You didn't taste my scones?" "I just sort of pretended." "You didn't taste my scones?" "!" "Naturally, if I had, you would have won which is why I've decided to come clean and have the whole competition declared null and void, however humiliating." "That won't be necessary." "I know the truth and that's what matters." "You know what, Mrs M?" "Underneath it all, you're a jolly good egg." "Underneath what exactly?" "I come to make my goodbyes." "Is something wrong, Father?" "On the contrary." "I was lost and now am found, thanks to Father Brown." "A man of hidden wisdom, it transpires." "I shall be sure to tell the Bishop as much, when I inform him." "Inform him of what?" "I'm leaving the priesthood." "God be with you."