Original subtitles

Oh, Father, there you are.

Oh!

What are these?

They're savoury!

Savoury scones?

I added rosemary, thyme, and a sprinkle of chilli.

Chilli?

Try one, Father. You'll be surprised how good they are.

Mm!

Ahem! It's yummy, Father.

Go on.

Aren't you supposed to be conducting a funeral?

For whom?

Ladies, good to see you again.

Are you in another scrape? Do you need our help?

Nancy had to be determined.

Who's died?

Mrs Devine,

I never had the chance to thank you for lending me your Hercules.

Oh! You're very welcome.

You can use him any time.

As much as I'm enjoying the suspense,

would you mind explaining why you're here?

I received what I now believe to be a message

designed to lure me here.

Obituaries.

"Gabriel Hawksworth.

"Died from natural causes on June 5th.

"Funeral to be held at St Mary's Church, Kembleford,

"on Tuesday, June the 15th at 12.00pm."

You don't have any funerals on your schedule today, Father.

That's now.

Do you know the dead bloke?

No.

But I assume you do.

I know the name.

Who is he?

Ahem!

You're not going to shoot your old man, are you, Chip?

You placed the obituary?

How else was I supposed to get you here?

Father Brown.

I've read a lot about you, Father -

seems like every time one of my son's exploits hits the press,

you're involved somehow.

Indeed.

Merely doing my best to keep him out of trouble, Mr... Hawksworth?

Gabriel Hawksworth.

It's sort of a nom de plume.

Would you get to the point?

You wouldn't have orchestrated this ruse unless you wanted something.

Maybe I just wanted to see my son!

After, what? 20 years?

Wait another 20. Maybe then we'll talk.

Don't be like that, Chip.

Don't call me that.

You'll always be a chip off the old block to me.

Please continue, Mr Hawksworth.

Stay out of this, Father - for your own sake.

You're right.

I need your help.

What is it now? Gambling debts?

Low-life criminals on your back?

It's not for me. It's for a young mother and her child.

Is there somewhere more private we could talk, Father?

Indeed.

Ever heard of Drake Underwood?

Gangster. Thug.

Friend of yours?

Not any more.

I left that life behind a year ago.

Make a bit of money selling pocket Bibles now.

So you've found God.

This just gets better and better.

Flambeau...

My last job was for Drake.

A museum robbery.

He wanted this gold trinket for his private collection -

crown of thorns, it was,

diamond-encrusted.

Belonged to some Pope in 15 something.

The Jubilee Crown?

Commissioned by Pope Alexander VI in 1500?

If memory serves, it was on loan to the museum,

and no doubt the Vatican will be pleased that it's returned.

What happened?

Drake put his son in charge.

Luther.

Mean-spirited little so-and-so.

It was my job to watch the security guard.

I have a wife and a child!

Just don't do anything stupid,

and everything'll be all right.

Luther, hurry up!

It'll be daylight soon.

We're all done.

Now, shoot him.

What? Please!

You said no-one would get hurt!

That's before you said my name.

He hasn't seen our faces! There's no need!

He's seen yours.

Now shoot him.

I have a wife and a baby boy.

This isn't right! Shoot him!

Or I'll kill you both!

You're a good man. I can tell you're a good man.

Please don't do this.

I have a wife and a child.

Oh, for God's sake!

GUNSHOT

His name was Elliot Tucker.

22 years old.

I might not have pulled the trigger, but I as good as got him killed.

And now you're seeking atonement?

Nothing can right that wrong.

But I want to help his widow.

How?

By stealing back the crown.

I'll sell it on the black market, give her the money.

I've already arranged a buyer, and I've...

..worked out a plan.

A man like Drake Underwood must live in a fortress.

But that's why I need your help.

HE SCOFFS

I know I've no right to ask, but don't do it for me.

Do it for her. Do it for her baby boy.

This isn't about them.

It's about your fear of God's judgment.

Can't it be both?

Yes. The answer's still no.

I'm doing it with or without you.

That sounds like suicide.

And a fighting chance if we do it together.

When did you ever turn down a fighting chance?

I'm not turning down a fighting chance.

I'm turning down a lost cause.

Ladies.

Er, we were just... Coming to make tea for everyone.

Thank you.

You told me your father was shot for desertion.

He was a deserter.

Then why say he was executed?

He was dead to me from the moment he fled.

What happened?

I'm not one of your parishioners in need of counsel, Father.

I suspect that only the first part of that sentence is true.

You want my sob story?

Fine.

I was 14 years old.

I idolised him. I thought he was a hero.

Then, three days after he was sent to the Western Front,

he fled his post, went on the run, abandoning his wife and son.

I'm so sorry.

I'm not.

If that's the kind of man he was, I was better off without him.

So was my mother.

Even if it did break our hearts at the time.

Years later, after I started to make a name for myself,

he showed up,

made a fumbling attempt at an apology,

then tried to persuade me to join him in an art robbery.

Needless to say, I made it clear I never wanted to see him again.

So you don't believe his story?

Not for a second.

He'll sell the crown then run off with the proceeds.

But if it is true,

then for once it is in a good cause.

And good causes can do wonders for the soul.

My soul's too late for saving, Father,

but thanks for the thought.

You know I don't believe that.

If Flambeau won't help you, then maybe we could do something.

We're not breaking into the house of some violent gangster.

Well, we don't have to do the robbery.

We could be your look-out or something.

I appreciate the offer, but without Chip, I...

Might I have a moment with Mr Hawksworth alone?

Of course.

I can imagine what he's been telling you about me.

And what do you imagine?

That I abandoned him and his mother as a lad,

which is true,

but there's more to it than what he knows.

Well, I'm here if you want to talk.

HE WINCES

Are you in pain?

Indigestion.

Is there something you want to tell me?

No.

What else does Drake have in his collection?

I don't know art the way you do,

but I know there's a fortune in there.

Then I'll make you a deal.

Let me have the crown, and you can have the fortune for the widow.

It has to be the crown.

Why? Because it's just...

I feel duty-bound to point out to you both

that the Jubilee Crown belongs to neither of you.

It's money. She won't care where it comes from,

as long it puts a roof over her head and feeds her child.

Yes or no?

See you in another 20.

All right.

Agreed.

MUSIC: Dies Irae by Verdi

MUSIC DROWNS KNOCKING

LOUDER KNOCKING

KNOCKING

Why am I on get-away again?

You're good at it.

Anyone can drive a car.

I want to lead.

How many times do we have to have this conversation?

You used to let me all the time.

Until you got sloppy!

Impulsive!

Trigger happy!

I need cool heads -

something you haven't got, son.

Yeah, what? Sir, someone to see you.

DOOR LOCKS

Long time.

Thought you were dead.

Or in the nick. Nah.

Just out of the game.

Out of the game?

You?

So it's a social visit, is it?

Partly.

Partly?

You want back in?

I need the money.

You're not seriously considering...? Luther!

He's a decrepit old codger!

Show some respect.

Kids.

Ha! Come on.

He's in!

This is so exciting!

We really shouldn't be doing this.

We're perfectly safe, Father.

We're barely involved.

Coast is clear.

That last job, the one you done for me -

that's what did it for you?

I suppose you could say that.

It was my idiot son's fault.

He should never have pulled off your balaclava.

But after that, what choice was there?

But your conscience is clear.

If that's what's kept you out of the game,

in my opinion, you should just jump right back in.

So you've got something for me?

Might be.

Bullion raid.

Three weeks from now.

Could use an extra man - someone I can trust.

I'm all yours.

All right, then.

Er, mind if I get some air?

Be my guest.

Second thoughts, going to pop to the loo first.

Oh. Every half-hour these days.

SPARKING

I'm looking for the facilities.

Second on the right.

Right ear scratched. The alarm's off.

Chocks away, Flambeau!

You know why I wanted it?

Because to get anywhere in this life...

..get to the top...

..there's always blood.

You can't avoid it.

And that kid who got killed?

Well, that just proves it, don't it?

It's like his death...

..just makes that crown I've got in there...

..more beautiful, more valuable,

gives it meaning and makes it more...

I don't know. I'm not a poet.

But it's like...

..in some divine way,

his life was a price worth paying.

You know what? Let's...

Let's have a toast to it.

To what?

The crown.

I've got a bottle of the good stuff in the gallery.

Come on.

Stop, or I'll shoot you dead.

This isn't what it looks like.

You've got five seconds to tell me who you are.

GUNSHOT, MUSIC PLAYS

I think that was a gunshot.

It was.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Out the back.

Go straight to the police station

and tell Chief Inspector Sullivan everything.

We're not leaving you here.

We don't have a choice. Come on.

HE SIGHS

Dad?

Get them! Now!

Go!

Get after them!

You head them off that way!

Ah!

GUNSHOT There's no time!

Come on!

Get in the car!

HE SCREAMS

Dad!

I don't understand why they're not following us.

Ah!

I may have had something to do with that.

Contact headquarters.

Tell them to circulate details of Flambeau and his father.

And have armed officers on standby.

I'm going to pay a visit to Mr Underwood's residence.

Place these two in custody.

What? You what?

Accessories to a robbery?

Assisting a known criminal?

Edgar, I'm so sorry.

Do you remember how Flambeau humiliated me

the last time he was here?

How he cost me everything?

Ruined my chances of getting back to Scotland Yard?

But if you had, then we wouldn't have...

Well, yes, obviously,

I'm very happy with the way things have turned out between us.

But that man made me look like a fool,

and you just helped him commit a robbery.

That's not something you just say sorry for.

I'm so sorr...

Sergeant, arrest them and place them in a cell.

You two with me.

Escaped?!

You stupid, incompetent...

Thank God your mother, bless her soul,

isn't here to see what a useless man her son turned out to be!

They didn't get away with the loot.

We got it back.

Everything except... The crown!

That's what he came for!

Boss, coppers are here.

Hide everything in the safe.

What's the meaning of this?

We have reason to believe that you are the victim

of a robbery, Mr Underwood.

You're mistaken. My security is watertight.

Ah, then what happened to your head?

Fell over.

And the gunshot that was heard from your premises?

I heard that too. Didn't come from here, though.

Probably a car backfiring or something.

I know you're lying.

I have witnesses.

Witnesses?

Oh, and...

..a search warrant for your premises.

You couldn't have got a warrant that quickly.

Given the identity of your thief -

a man wanted by Scotland Yard, Interpol,

and a dozen or so other crime agencies -

all I had to do was say his name.

Care to change your story?

What is his name?

ENGINE SPUTTERS

Look.

SIREN Quick, get in!

I'm supposed to be meeting the buyer in an hour,

in Wedlock. He won't wait.

We had an agreement.

The crown's mine.

I can't leave her with nothing.

So you want to walk out on our deal,

just like you walk out on everything?

Wedlock's over ten miles away,

with who knows how many police and roadblocks in between.

Then I'll just give her the crown.

Now. Before we get caught.

She's not far from here.

And how's she supposed to sell it?

I'll find a new buyer,

from behind bars, if that's how it winds up.

Perhaps there is another way.

What are you talking about?

It is likely that the Vatican will pay a reward for its return.

I'm sure I can get an awful lot more than they could offer.

Hercule, please!

Oh, Father, stop him. What is this really about?

The underlinings in your Bible are all about punishment by death.

Hercule!

I'm on my knees.

Is that what you want?

I know I was a bad father and a bad husband.

No, go on. Let's hear it.

Your confession.

Father, want to participate?

There was a reason I ran.

Cowardice?

A reason you don't know about.

A lad in my regiment.

We were close. More than just close.

More than just friends.

Finney was his name.

We were barely out of basic training when we were sent to the Front.

Scared out of our wits.

But I was less terrified of dying than I was of losing him.

Which I did...

..when he got shot right in front of me.

I fell apart.

Broke down in front of my Lieutenant.

He worked it out, had me arrested, up for court martial,

so I ran.

From the army, from the police, from...

..your mother.

I couldn't face any of it...

..but especially not you.

The way you looked up to me back then,

I couldn't have you knowing that your father was...

I'd rather you just thought I was a coward.

I wouldn't have cared.

But you do know what your precious little book

says about men of your persuasion?

It also says that God loves those that love Him.

Proverbs 8:17.

It would appear that you have a decision to make.

What was it you said about good causes, Father?

That they are good for the soul.

Where does she live?

I've got her address in my notebook.

Thank you, Chi...

Hercule.

Thank you.

What is it? My notebook!

They took off that way, jumped in a car and sped off.

What was stolen?

Various items of value I have acquired over the years.

Acquired? All above board.

Including the Jubilee Crown?

Jubilee Crown? What's that?

According to my sources,

you had Flambeau's father steal it for you.

Don't know where you're getting your information from, Chief Inspector.

I am a law-abiding citizen.

Sir!

Roadblocks have been set up within a 30-mile radius, sir.

Description of the getaway vehicle.

Right, I'll circulate the details.

You two with me.

I'll know the truth when I catch them with their haul.

Rest assured, if any of it implicates you

in any criminal activity,

I'll be back to arrest you.

What are we going to do? Shut up.

I should've memorised it!

Written it on my hand.

You're sick.

It's nothing serious.

I don't think so.

Sadly, ministering to parishioners in hospice care

has made me only too familiar with cancer medication.

You'd have thought it was another ruse if I'd told you.

Probably.

Besides, I didn't want you looking at me

with any more pity than you already do.

I've got weeks.

Months, if I'm lucky.

That's why I needed to do it now, before it was too late.

You said she wasn't far from here.

How do you know that?

I checked it on a map before I left.

Can you remember any road names, any monuments, anything familiar?

We're here.

There. That's it.

Beechwood Lane.

Over there. On the other side of these woods.

I want everyone on the road as soon as possible.

Where to? Beechwood Lane.

I think that's where they're going.

We've got to get there before the coppers. Then what?

Then you -

you're going to execute them.

Good with that?

Of course.

Good lad.

Hey, forgetting something?

KNOCKING

Can I help you?

We're here...

BABY BABBLES

We're here about... We're here about what happened to your husband.

What do you know about that?

It's probably best we talk inside.

We mean you no harm.

Please?

It's OK, Toby.

BABY FUSSES

It's all right, Toby.

I'm listening.

I was there the night he was killed.

I was part of the gang that broke into the museum.

I know no amount of money can bring back your husband,

but I wanted...

I wanted to do something for you.

I can arrange a buyer.

It'll fetch enough for you and your son to live... So this is it?

This is what he died for?

This is what he was worth?

I know it can't change what happened.

What were his last words?

"I've got a wife and child."

We were in his last thoughts?

Of course we were.

Because we were all that mattered to him,

and he was all that mattered to us, and you took him away.

You did it.

Didn't you?

Yes.

LUTHER: Oh, for God's sake!

Good shot!

I'm so sorry.

Do you believe in hell?

Good. Because it's where you're going.

It's where you belong.

Burning in hellfire for all eternity!

You can't buy your way out of that!

Now get out of my house!

I'm not trying to buy my way out.

Please!

Take it!

Please!

Just take it, please!

Ah!

We must telephone for an ambulance.

It's not that bad.

BABY CRIES

We have to leave now.

Ah!

BABY CRIES

Go on, then.

They can't have just disappeared.

Reported gunshot on Beechwood Lane, sir.

Dad.

Don't you worry about any of this.

We'll clean up everything.

You won't have to lift a finger.

And no need for the police either.

Not after everything you've been through.

Not with a little boy to look after.

Last thing he needs is a mother in prison.

Prison? Don't panic.

It'll be like none of this ever happened.

You have my word.

Who are you? A man who keeps his promises.

That's all you need to know.

BABY CRIES

Toby!

They can't have got far.

HE GROANS

It's too much! Stop, stop.

Ah!

We need to get him to a hospital.

It's too late for that.

No, you've still got a fighting chance.

Not this time, Chip.

Leviticus 24:17.

"He that killeth man, dying let him die."

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

HE GROANS

We don't have time for this.

Every man has to face his sins, son.

Every man.

I've spent so long running away from mine.

Hiding behind disguises.

Scared of facing the truth of who I am...

..and what I've done.

I'm a murderer...

..a thief...

..a deserter...

..a coward...

..who abandoned his wife...

..and his son.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Ego te absolvo ab omnibus censuris, et peccatis...

..in nominee Patris et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

I forgive you.

And I'm sorry for all the time lost.

I want you to know you have a granddaughter.

Her name's Marianne.

She's 23 years old.

She's beautiful. She's feisty. She's intelligent.

She even has your eyes.

You'd like her.

She's studying at...

GUN COCKS Nobody move!

Oh, shame.

I wanted to do that myself.

Looks like he went quite peaceful.

I imagine you had something to do with that, Father.

So I suppose I'm just going to have to make do with the son.

The great 'Ercule Flamboo.

Flambeau. Shut up!

Who would've thought someone like you

could come from something like that?

He was a better man than you'll ever be.

Oh! You don't need to do this.

You've got the crown. You've got what you wanted.

I have a reputation to uphold, Father.

Hey! Police!

Stay where you are.

Chief Inspector, delighted to see you again.

Still in Kembleford?

Move away from him.

Drop your weapon.

I said drop it!

After him! WHISTLE BLOWS

Stop him!

Flambeau, give yourself up!

Can't do anything right.

Stop!

Stop!

There's been an accident.

Come quick.

Oi!

I hate to say it, but I hope Edgar does catch Flambeau.

At least then, we'll have a chance.

You'd rather see Flambeau behind bars

just so you and Inspector Cufflinks...

Chief Inspector... Cufflinks.

..can live happily ever after?

He IS a criminal.

Who you were happily helping to commit a robbery

a couple of hours ago.

KEYS JANGLE

What's happened? Where's Father Brown?

Father Brown's alive and well.

And Flambeau?

Escaped.

I'm so s...

If you had come straight to me

when you knew Flambeau was in Kembleford,

this could have all been avoided,

and he'd be in this cell now instead of the two of you.

Well, are you charging us?

Just go.

Edgar... I said go.

Here we go.

Father?

What's in these, then? Curry powder?

My days of daring exploits are over.

These are good old-fashioned strawberry scones.

Mm!

You could give Mrs McCarthy a run for her money.

Not heard anything from Sullivan, then?

It's been almost a week.

BELL CHIMES

I've ruined everything.

Good morning, Chief Inspector.

How can we help?

Ahem. Sorry to interrupt.

Drake Underwood says that his son shot Mr Hawksworth.

Does he? We have reason to believe, though,

that the gun belonged to Elliot Tucker.

Know anything about that?

I was not in the room when it happened.

Thank you for your assistance.

Er, Isabel... Mrs Devine, could we...?

Do you have a moment?

Of course.

This isn't easy for me to say, but...

..I forgive you.

But that doesn't mean that I'm happy about what happened.

No, of course not. And if you ever do anything like that again,

I can't promise I won't throw the book at you.

I'm not joking.

I'll never assist in another robbery for as long as I live.

You...

Congratulations. Thank you, Father.

Until then.

There's a package underneath your seat.

Return it to the Vatican.

Give the reward to the widow.

Understood.

Hercule?

How are you feeling? HE SCOFFS

More counsel, Father?

Yes.

I'm fine. Thank you for asking. You just lost your father.

A man who you thought you knew.

A man who you had judged for years, hated even.

And in his final moments...

..you held his hand.

You gave him peace...

..and love...

..and forgiveness.

I don't know what you expect me to say, Father.

I'm not one for baring my soul.

And yet...

And yet what?

And yet you could've sent the crown by post.

You could've written me a letter.

But you didn't.

You chose to come here.

To St Mary's.

To this confessional.

Do you wish me to hear your confession?

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.