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Morning, Mrs McCarthy!
Are you going somewhere nice?

I'm waiting for someone, actually.

Our new cleaner.
Oh, yes?

Let's hope she's better
than the last one.

She left the presbytery
looking like a pigsty.

Oh, how awful for you.

Did I mention, we've just won
an award for our hanging baskets?

You did.

And congratulations - again.

Well, I mustn't dawdle.
We have an inspector in.

Toodle-oo.

There you go.
Floral Finery Award, 1953.

Most impressive.

Hello, Mr Chatterjee.

I hope my husband has shown you
all you need to see?

Yes, indeed.

And if you'd like
to put this on your notice board...

Marvellous.

Tuck your shirt in.

TRAIN WHISTLE

Here comes your train.
The Kembleford Dragon.

Such a nice man, Mr Chatterjee.

So very rigorous.

Hello...

Mrs McCarthy.

No. My name's Pandora.

Yes, I know that. I am Mrs McCarthy.

So why did you call me Mrs McCarthy?

Because I was...

Never mind.

I'm here to take you to St Mary's.

Just one item of luggage?

That's very kind. Thank you.

GUARD BLOWS HIS WHISTLE

TRAIN CHUGS AWAY

Mr Webb...

Are you all right?

Ben, what is it?

No!

They can't close us down.

Holy Mother!

Oh...

Oh, Father!

Sergeant Goodfellow...

Are you on the way to the meeting?
I am indeed.

I was shocked to hear about
the closure.

Not as shocked as the stationmaster.

Hey, how is Mr Webb?
Not good.

He had a severe heart attack.

He's lucky to be alive.

Honestly, I'm fine.
There's no need to make such a fuss.

The doctors told you to conserve
your energy. So stop talking.

It's good to see you!

And how are you feeling?

Soldiering on, Mrs M. Soldiering on.

Well, I've put all the chairs out.

But I seem to have put my back out
in the process.

Now, we need to put you somewhere
with a good view...

Oh, I think I've already got one.

Hello.
And what time do you call this?

I don't know. I haven't got a watch.

Obviously.

Now that you are here,

your job is to serve
the refreshments.

The what?

A cup of tea!

Oh, thank you very much. Two sugars.

Good evening.
Am I in the right place?

That is debatable.

Mrs Webb, I am very sorry,

but British Railways will ensure
there is alternative transport.

And will they find me
an alternative husband?

As mine's over there
in a wheelchair.

Oh, Mrs Webb, let me get you
a nice cup of tea.

What goes around, comes round...

Father Brown. Mr Chatterjee.

Though I already know you
by reputation. Really?

Weren't you involved in a campaign
to build a tunnel

under the tracks
for migrating toads?

I like to help all God's creatures.

And I like to ensure
they get value for money.

Our report found
that this part of the railway

has been losing money for 20 years.

MAN: Shame!
WOMAN: According to you!

The facts are here.

Father Brown?

Has there been a report into
the non-monetary benefits

of the railway?

What do you mean?

Well, I mean such as
being able to take

an inspirational trip
to the seaside.

Or visit a friend in hospital.

Or to find some decent nightlife.

No, because these things
are priceless,

so we must provide
alternative transport.

Let me introduce someone...

EVERYONE GROANS

My name is Buddy Arnold.

But you probably knew that already.

And for the past ten years,

I've been the owner
of Arnold's Bus Company.

"As easy as ABC."

Those of you
in the Women's Institute

will remember our awayday
to Wordsworth's cottage.

All too well...

While the boys in blue
will have many happy memories

of a magic weekend in Mablethorpe.

Don't worry, Sergeant.
Your secret's safe with me!

I don't know
what he's talking about.

Now, I was sad to hear about
the closing of the railway station.

But on the bright side,

my fleet of charabancs
will visit all the places

the train used to go to, but...

..at double the speed
and for half the price.

Mrs Webb,
could you wait till the end

if there is something
you disagree with?

I disagree with every word!

You're not sad
to hear of our closure.

You danced a little jig,
probably causing a landslide.

That's nice...

Yes,
you will bring down your prices.

Until you own the monopoly
and you'll put them back up again.

Exactly.

It's not about pounds,
shillings and pence.

The railway is our life.

Well, you look like you're
about ready to retire, anyway.

Oh!

I'm sorry, Sergeant.

It was most ill-mannered.

But Ben and I have spent years
at the station.

We try to make it seem homely.

Did you know I won an award
for my hanging baskets?

Mrs McCarthy may have mentioned it.

The trophy's at the station,
I'm afraid.

I took it in to show the Inspector.

Fat lot of good that did.

How is Mr Webb?

I'm fine.

Just fed up with folk looking at me
as if I'm about to snuff it.

Ben, it's good to see you up.

Tuck your shirt in.

You'll be pleased to hear
we've formed a committee

called Save Our Station.

SOS. I like it.

And we're planning a fete,
to raise money for the campaign.

Oh, that's a most wonderful idea!

Here, I've got something in my shed
I want to show you.

I've been working on this
for... 22 years.

It's... extraordinary.

You've got the whole of Kembleford
station, the signal box...

It's not finished yet.

So it seems a bit cruel
they're closing the station

before I've even finished my model.
Darling...

We'll do whatever we can.
And there's always this little fete.

Yeah.

I know where we can hold it.

It's fourpence
for the petit-four.

But remember,
a shilling for the custard tartlets.

Right.

Did you get that?
What?

The custard tartlets...

Oh, yes, please,
I haven't had any breakfast.

No, you are not here to eat.
You're here to help.

And as you put no effort
into cleaning the church,

that is the least you could do.

SHE SIGHS HEAVILY

Don't you think that was
a teensy bit harsh?

No, I don't think it was
a teensy bit harsh.

She needs to know if she's not
coming up to my standards.

No-one comes up to your standards.

Hello, ladies.

Oh, Mr Webb!

Can I interest you in a sticky bun?

I'd love a bit of that, but I don't
think my heart would take it.

There you are!
I've been worried sick.

I just popped to the bathroom to
check my hair wasn't too ridiculous.

Really? Well, you might want
to check it again.

Mrs Webb, an award-winning
strawberry scone,

only sixpence.

I mustn't. I'm piling on the pounds
at the moment and...

I'm catching the 11:55!

What's he doing here?

I'll be glad to see
the back of this place.

Would that be a pineapple
upside-down cake?

Yes, that would be.

But you have to pay,
just like anyone else.

HORN HONKS

Oh, look who it is...

Hello, folks!

Sorry I'm late.

Who wants a ride in the countryside?

Free coach trips

to Evesham, Amblesham
and Tawny Lake.

Have you got permission
to hand out flyers?

I just wanted to show
I don't bear a grudge.

How's Mr Webb?

It was sad to see him looking so old
and frail the other day.

Mr Arnold, it's time your charabanc
left the station.

If you say so.

Wretched man.

Well, I must go and get Ben.

He was going to do a speech,
but I'm not sure he's well enough.

Is there anyone else we could ask?

Imagine, if you will,

a world without railways.

It would be a world
of absolute silence.

DOG BARKS

A world in which
we would still travel...

..but no longer together.

Each one of us apart...

..in their own metallic shell.

Erm, Father Brown...

I think you should stop talking.
What?

At least until we find out
where the blood is coming from.

Excuse me, please.

SHE GASPS

Gustum et locutionem tactum

gressum deliquisti.

Padre, have you quite finished?

I have commended his soul to God.

Now I leave you his mortal remains.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Well, it looks like we have
rather a lot of people to talk to...

No...

This can't be happening.

I... Mrs Webb,
I know it's distressing, but...

..when did you last see
your husband?

Just over an hour ago, at the fete.

He went to use the facilities, er...

to tidy his hair.

Erm...

I went to look for him...

..but he wasn't there.

Have you any idea
how he came to be inside a trunk?

Of course not!

SHE SNIFFLES

Erm...

Trunks are left in the luggage
repository by the entrance.

Erm...

Then the porter
puts them on a train.

Did it have a label on it?

Sadly, not.

So I have to ask...

..did your husband have any enemies?

Well, I didn't like the man.

But I'm hardly going
to batter his brains out.

Though you have been business rivals
for some years.

Rivals? Not really. I mean...

..everyone knows
the train's had its day.

But who can resist
a 95-horsepower engine?

Oh, speaking of which, shall we
sort out your next trip to Skegness?

Not just now, Buddy.

When did you last see Mr Webb?

Er, this morning, as I drove
my charabanc into the car park.

Oh, yes?

He was having an argument
with that Indian fella.

You know,
the one who's closing the railway.

Then I bent down
to pick up me pamphlets

and, when I looked up,
they'd disappeared.

So your name is Deepak Chatterjee?

It is indeed.

It's an unusual name for someone
working for BRITISH Railways.

I used to work for
the India Railway Company

and had responsibility
for 70,000 miles of track.

It is unusual to be in England,
where everything is so much...

..smaller.

When did you last see Ben Webb?

At the public meeting last week.

You didn't see him this morning?

I did not.

Are you sure?

Positive.

You've been in Kembleford
for a while now.

Are you planning to stay here
permanently?

I have only been here
for the consultation.

I was due to return to London
on the 11:55.

So where, exactly...

..is your luggage?

I cannot believe he's dead.

Only last week,
I sent him a "get well soon" card.

It's as if the Grim Reaper
didn't manage the first time.

OK, folks, you're all free to go.

Oh, about time.
And where are you off to?

I'm off to save the railway.

Sergeant Goodfellow,
I'm keen to help in any way I can.

That won't be necessary, Father.

We already have our prime suspect.

Deepak Chatterjee.

Turns out it was his trunk.

We found his clothes
in a bin round the corner.

Has he confessed?
Not yet.

And there's no sign
of the murder weapon.

We've got the railway police
out looking for it.

But there is one positive.

Yes? With Mr Chatterjee
on trial for murder,

that'll slow down their plans
to close the station.

Well, that's good news, then.

Every cloud...

Yes. But what if our friends
in the police

have found themselves
a convenient scapegoat?

An outsider.

Someone who we'd all rather see
the back of.

Are you saying
you think he's innocent?

Ben Webb was killed in
a brutal attack.

Mr Chatterjee
seems the gentlest of men.

Even at the public meeting, with all
the villagers braying at him,

he was like Daniel
in the lion's den.

Father Brown...

Mrs Webb...

..you have my sincerest condolences.

That's very kind.

I was wondering...

..if I could talk to you
about the funeral.

Of course.

I have an unusual request.

Well, I've started a petition.

"Hands off our railway."

Why are you painting bonsai trees?

Mrs Webb is planning her
husband's funeral.

She doesn't want flowers.

She wants us to complete
his railway.

Hm... There's a jolly way
to spend a day.

And I was supposed to be organising
a spring clean.

But, of course,
Pandora failed to appear.

Probably still sulking.

Well, I have been investigating.

I went to see Buddy Arnold,
to see if he'd sign my petition.

What on earth for?
He runs the replacement bus company.

Well, I wanted to know about
his movements.

So I went to the bus station -
no sign of him there.

Then I went to his house.

Oh, that huge monstrosity.

There was a removals van outside,

loading up his furniture.

I'm intrigued.

PHONE RINGS IN NEXT ROOM

You think he was planning
to leave town?

As fast as his fat little legs
will carry him.

But why would he kill Mr Webb?

Oh, yes, yes, I know,
he was keen to do him out of a job,

but... murder.

I mean, that is ridiculous.

That was Sergeant Goodfellow.

They've charged Deepak Chatterjee.

And he wants to see a priest.

Ah, Padre!

Come to give spiritual guidance
to our resident murderer?

How can you be sure
Deepak Chatterjee was the killer?

It is, quite literally,
an open-and-shut case.

There were three sets
of fingerprints found on the trunk

belonging to Goodfellow,
the porter...

..and Deepak Chatterjee.

I do hope your men were careful
to avoid contamination

and were wearing gloves.

Of course they were!

And so, I imagine, was the killer.

BELL RINGS

Father Brown!

Mr Chatterjee.

I had no idea you were a Catholic.

I'm a Hindu,
but many paths lead to the same God.

However, I wanted to ask
for your help.

With what?

To get out of here alive.

Your reputation precedes you.

Mr Chatterjee...

..did you kill Ben Webb?

I did not.

At the public meeting,
I heard you say,

"What goes around, comes around."

I did say it.

Because I did not like this man.

Ben Webb was a notorious adulterer,

unworthy of the wonderful woman
he was married to.

How do you know?

It was the talk
of all the Inspectors.

He had an office
at the railway station

where he would seduce young women.

Some of my colleagues
used to call him Spider Webb.

You had your disagreements, though.
He was a thorn in your side.

Not so much that I would kill him!

But, yes, on the day he died,
I went to see him.

I ordered him
to call off his campaign,

otherwise I would tell the whole
world what sort of a man he was.

Did you tell this to the police?

I pretended I hadn't seen him
for days.

I knew it would look bad.

That the police would want
to make me a scapegoat.

Mr Chatterjee,
by not telling the truth,

I fear that you have made things
a thousand times worse.

Thank you for the service, Father.

You did my husband proud.

You're welcome.

And if you ever need to talk...

Hello, Mrs Webb.
Can I offer you a cup of tea,

or something stronger?
Not right now, thank you.

How about a prawn vol-au-vent?
I'd rather not.

Well, you really ought
to eat something. I'm well aware!

I've managed this far in life.

Though goodness knows why...

Mrs Webb...

May I have another look
at Ben's model railway?

It's been quite therapeutic
putting it together...

..in memory of Ben.

Such wonderful detail.

Yeah.

Even the arrivals board.

Yeah.

And talking of arrivals,

is there something
you want to tell me?

You knew?

I've seen you a few times
cradling your stomach.

I only found out yesterday.

I should have guessed, but...

..I thought I was going through...
the change.

And is it a happy event?

I don't know.

Ben and I tried for so long.

But now...

..this child will never know
its own father.

Mrs Webb, your child will grow up
surrounded by friends.

We will all rally around.

Of course.

I am blessed.

Though... it's a mixed blessing.

And your marriage to Ben...

Yes?

..was it a happy one?

Most of the time.

It's fairly well known
that Ben had a roving eye.

But at the end of the day...

..he always came home to me.

Well, if any man did that to me,

I'd be shoving his corpse
into a suitcase.

But why wait 22 years?

By all accounts, Ben Webb
spent a lifetime philandering.

In my experience,

the only way to keep most men
from straying

is to lock them up.

How are you getting on
with young Pandora?

Getting on?

I'm about to let her go.

Ah...

She hasn't shown up all week.

And quite frankly, the place
is a lot cleaner without her.

When did you see her last?

Oh, let me see,
it would have been...

..the day Ben was murdered.

Heavens above!

I've just remembered something.

When Ben had his heart attack,
I was walking past with Pandora.

Well, maybe it wasn't the notice
that upset him.

Maybe it was seeing her.

So...

..a middle-aged lech has a turn
when a certain girl walks past him.

Then, a week later, he's been beaten
to death and she's disappeared.

Coincidence?

Do you have Pandora's
address in Kembleford?

KNOCKING

Hello, who is it?

What do you want?

It's Father Brown, Miss Tibby.

And this is my young friend Bunty.

Hello!

Thank goodness.

I saw a shape in the window.

I thought it was death.

Not today, hopefully.

We're looking for our friend,
who may have been staying with you.

Pandora Pott.

Pandora? Oh, yes, she was here.

But she disappeared over a week ago.

No explanation.

No note.

No rent.

Any idea where she may have gone to?

No, I don't know.

Perhaps she ran off
with her fancy man.

Fancy man?

Oh, she was always going on
about him.

He's some great transport mogul.

They were going to get married
and...

..she was going to be a millionaire.

Any idea of the name
of this this transport mogul?

No.

I thought she was exaggerating.

But she did get quite weepy
when she talked about him.

She wondered
if he was stringing her along.

So last Saturday morning, she
went off to have a word with him.

Did she say what happened?

I never saw her again.

She was in a very strange mood
that morning.

Miss Tibby...

Oh, yes.

Oh, if you do see her...

..tell her I miss her.

So a troubled Pandora
came here to confront her lover.

Who may well be Ben Webb.

Are you sure it's safe to snoop?

Well, it's a public holiday,

so we should be able
to peruse unperturbed.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Would you like to have a go?

Oh, yes, please.

This may be the room where Mr Webb
would entertain young ladies.

I'm not sure I want to look.

Well done!

HE SNIFFS

Interesting bouquet?

Disinfectant.

Why place a bin here?

Shouldn't it be by the desk?

People do move things, you know?

This belonged to Pandora.

Yes. She never took it off.

Sort of like a comfort blanket.

Except that she did.

And she was never seen again.

Father...

Can you smell smoke?

Well, we can't go that way.

Er, any good at screaming?

Hel...

SHE COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS

Evidently not.

Can you smell something, Sergeant?

FATHER BROWN OVER TANOY:
Attention! Attention!

Kembleford Station is on fire!

Two people are trapped
in the station building.

Help!

That man gets everywhere!

Maybe we could move the desk.
Stand clear!

Hallelujah.

Ah, hallelujah.

That was quick!

Thank you, Sergeant.

We had reports of three people

acting suspiciously
on railway property.

Three people?

You two, and an arsonist,
who's just been apprehended.

And yet, you still think
Deepak Chatterjee is the killer.

What makes you think he's innocent?

Well, Mr Chatterjee seemed like
the most mild-mannered of men.

And that was a frenzied,
passionate assault.

We've just had the postmortem.

Turns out he didn't die
from a bang to the head.

Ben Webb was actually killed by...
Yes?

Padre, I think you should know
you are not in Sunday school.

We do not always
forgive us our trespassers.

Oooh, Inspector,
you should be on the stage!

And you should be...

..elsewhere!

I've half a mind to arrest you.

But I'm otherwise engaged
with an arsonist.

And, erm...

..who is the arsonist?

I'm sorry.

I didn't think anyone'd be there.

It's a Bank Holiday.
Exactly.

A perfect day to potter about
or go to the gee-gees.

Not to set fire to public amenities.

The thing is...

..I haven't got any money.

What?

My bus company...

..it's a bust company.

And the bailiffs
have paid me a visit.

Taken every stick of furniture.

But I thought you were richer
than Rockefeller.

Hm!

That is the impression
I like to give.

So... why did you set fire
to the railway station?

It's this business
of the rail replacement bus service.

It was my one chance
to get some business.

But now, with Mr Chatterjee
behind bars, it'll drag on and on.

But I thought...

..if I could get rid
of the station building,

they might need my services
somewhat sooner.

Dear, oh, dear...

I had nothing to do with the other
business. And if you could...

..turn a blind eye,

I won't charge a penny
for your next excursion.

Oh, Buddy...

Not even a fortnight in Frinton
would get you out of this one.

So we don't even know how he died?

Being hit on the head
was the first blow.

I still can't believe
it was Pandora.

I mean,
she could hardly lift a broom,

never mind a blunt instrument.

What if it was the other way around?

We know that Pandora
was obsessed with Ben Webb.

She went to see him
on the day that he died.

What if he had harmed her,
abducted her, or worse?

He had the key to every last
engine shed and signal box.

If he did do anything to her,

I'll wager it was on
British Railways property.

Mrs McCarthy,
you are a saint and an angel.

Now...

..if only we had a scale model.

SHE KNOCKS

We'll just have to come back later.

Or we could sneak around the back.

Mrs Webb is a grieving widow.

We can't just go noseying around.

We could have a quick look.

But that would be
a terrible thing to do.

Well, she definitely
isn't in the station.

So what's this?

A 19th century railway shed.

About half a mile away.

Oh...

Well, that's worth exploring.
I agree.

You do realise,
that if we discover the truth

and Mr Chatterjee is innocent...

..he's going to close all this down.

Sometimes the path of truth
is the most difficult path.

So we should get going, then.

What is it now?

The trophy...

..Mrs Webb won
for her hanging baskets.

Oh, yes, such a ridiculous fuss.

Just because she prunes the foliage
and keeps everything tidy.

Yes.

She does.

We should go.
It's about to get dark.

Of course.

I'll follow on later.

What?

Best not to argue.

FAINT JINGLY MUSIC

SHE HUMS SOFTLY

Father Brown!

I'm sorry I've not come in to work
this week.

No.

But you have an awfully good excuse.

I've had six months
of having to hide it.

All summer long,
I've had to keep my coat on.

May I ask who the father is?

Ben Webb.

Ah...

When did you meet him?

It were last year, when I came here
on a church outing with my auntie.

He was funny and kind...

..and he told me I was special.

And my auntie always said,
"Never kiss a man,

"because you'll end up
in the family way."

So I made sure.

When we did what we did...

..we never, ever kissed.

Does your aunt know your condition?

Oh, no! I...
I couldn't ever tell her.

But then I saw an advert
in the church magazine.

It said they needed a cleaner
at St Mary's.

So here I am.

Hello, dear.
I've got you some strawberries.

You're eating for two now, so...

Father Brown.
Mrs Webb.

Why don't you take the weight
off your feet?

And the excess weight
you've been carrying.

Do your eyes never get tired
of staring into people's souls?

It must have been a great sadness
that you and Ben

were never blessed with children.

You have no idea.

And yet,
you have persuaded this young woman

to hand over the child
she is carrying

and pass it off as your own.

What did you promise in return?

Perhaps I should telephone
Inspector Mallory.

He'll be very keen to know that
we have found our missing person.

All right!

Pandora has agreed
to give me her baby.

And in return...

..I won't tell the police...

..that she murdered my husband.

I didn't mean to.

It was the day of the fete.

And I knew I couldn't wait
any longer.

I went to see him,

to tell him what he'd done,

to find out what he was going
to do about it.

I want a word with you.

He said we should go
to his office.

I took off my coat.

He was awful.

He shouted at me.

Well, I don't want it.

I never wanted one with my wife.

Why would I want to have your sprog?

What am I going to do?
I don't know.

Have a gin bath.

Throw it on the railway line
for all I care!

And as he went to walk away,

I picked up the trophy
from the desk

and banged him on the head.

I didn't mean to, but...

Was this the trophy?

Yes.

It's intriguing.

Last week, you said that
it was still in the station.

But when Ben was killed, the police
searched everywhere for a weapon.

Surely they would have removed this
for examination.

Unless someone had already done so.

I took it away.

Because there's no need
to tell anyone.

Pandora didn't mean to do it.

And now, by giving me
her illegitimate baby,

at least some good
will come from it.

I won't tell the police.

Because Pandora Pott
did not kill Ben Webb.

I believe he was drowned.
What? What?

On the day of the fete,
you went looking for your husband.

Well, I must go and get Ben.

I assume you heard his angry words
to Pandora.

I never wanted one with my wife.

Why would I want to have your sprog?

I cannot imagine the hurt
of learning that,

all those years
you were longing for a baby,

he was praying
for the exact opposite.

And then...

..you had an opportunity.

You walked into a scene of chaos.

But, then, you are used to
clearing up other people's messes.

I imagine that you told Pandora
to go on ahead...

Go to my house.

..and all would be well

and that you had some business
to attend to.

And then you committed murder.

SHE SCOFFS

There was a wastepaper bin
in the office,

about the size of a human head.

And you were carrying
a watering can...

..having just topped up
your hanging baskets.

It was all done in a moment.

I was going to travel with him
on the train and...

..dump his body in Tawny Lake.

And then I would pretend
that he'd run off and left me.

And no-one would ever find out
what really happened to him.

But someone did find out.

And an innocent man will hang.

That was never my plan.

Mr Chatterjee's trunk
was lying there and...

..it was just the right size.

Yes.

That was my first suspicion.

Ben was incurably scruffy.

But when he tumbled from the trunk,
he was immaculate.

Even in death,
you couldn't resist...

..tucking his shirt in.

Mr Chatterjee
is never going to hang.

There's not enough evidence.

I am going away with Pandora.

And then she can give birth,

somewhere nice, by the seaside.

And then I'll...

..come home with the baby.

After all these years...

..I'm finally having a baby.

No! I'm not going to let you.

What?

You made me believe
I was a murderer.

You lied to me.
A little white lie.

I'm going to keep this baby.

And what kind of life
is it going to have?

The unwanted runt
of an unmarried mother.

But if I look after him...

..he will be loved
and cherished and...

I'm having my baby!

I'm having... my baby.

Don't be ridiculous!

I think what Pandora
is trying to say

is that she is having this baby now.

I can feel it coming!
You can't! It's too soon.

This young woman has no choice.

You have two.

Either you run away,
where no-one will ever find you,

or, for the sake of the child
and your immortal soul...

Yes?
..go and find an ambulance.

PANDORA CRIES OUT

Do you think you'll be able to walk?

No!

Any minute now,
I'm going to have to swim!

I seem to remember
something about towels...

Don't leave me!
No. Of course not.

Keep calm and all will be all right.

SHE GROANS

What are we going to do?

SHE CRIES OUT

What you need to do is push.
I can't!

What does it say in the Bible about
the camel and the eye of the needle?

Yes, it also said
faith can move mountains.

SHE CRIES OUT

BABY WAILS

God created the world.

And you have performed
a similar miracle.

Pandora...

..it's a boy.

Oh, oh...

Oh, he's lovely.

He's so, so lovely.

The ambulance is here.

And the police.

I don't think you're ever
going to see me again, but please...

..could you send me a photograph?

Right, well, I have 225 names.

But I'm getting a bit tempted
to invent a few.

I think you should resist
that temptation.

I still can't believe
they're really going to close it.

I mean, they might as well hang a
condemned sign over the village.

Oh, don't say that, Mrs M. We've
got to pull through together and...

But... Oh!

Hello!

Oh...!

Thank you, Father!

And thank you for finding Pandora
and bringing her home to me.

You're welcome.

Have you been in touch
with your aunt yet?

She doesn't want to see me.

Says I've brought shame
on the family.

But it doesn't matter. I've got
Miss Tibby to look after me.

If you'll forgive my saying,

Miss Tibby is not exactly
in the first bloom of youth.

Balderdash!
I feel 70 years younger.

And I have good reason
for looking after this one.

Oh, what's that?

Many years ago...

..I had a child of my own.

But I didn't have a husband.

So the poor baby
was taken away from me.

Well, this little boy
will be looked after and loved

and no-one will look down on him.

Well said!

Good morning!

Oh, Mr Chatterjee.

I came to thank you, Father Brown.

If it wasn't for you, I would be
sitting in a condemned cell.

Well, since we helped
to get your neck out of the noose,

would you take a look
at our petition?

No need for this.

Oh?

The closure was only going to happen
while there was an alternative.

But now that Mr Arnold
is behind bars...

Are you saying that...?

Yes, Mrs McCarthy.

It's full steam ahead!

Oh...!

Chooo-chooo!

THEY ALL CHUCKLE