All language subtitles for Father.Brown.2013.S12E05.BDRip.x264-TABULARiA

I'll see you soon.

Thank you.

Father Brown?

Cardinal Pattenham.

St. Mary's welcomed you.

To what do we owe this? Visited.

Before I proceed, you must understand
that this is an internal matter. The

police are not to be involved.

If the following information would
become public, it would not only

his holiness, but... undermine trust in
the church itself.

Of course.

You know of the Cup of Calabria?

Unearthed in the 1600s.

Believed to be made of the true cross.

One of the Vatican's most treasured
possessions.

Stolen. Three days ago.

Oh, dear.

Indeed. His Holiness promised the Grand
Duchess of Luxembourg that he would use

the cup at Holy Communion during her
state visit.

Do you know who purloined it?

We do.

Hercule Flambeau?

No. But it is apropos that you mention
his name.

You still have a relationship with
Monsieur Flambeau?

I consider myself his spiritual advisor.

Then you will call on the thief to
assist you.

What?

Recovering the cup of Calabria.

Of course.

People think it's just pulling on a
rope, but there's so much more to it

that. It requires physical and mental
discipline.

If you pull at the wrong time, it causes
pandemonium.

Expecting someone, Father?

No.

You were saying?

Bell ringing.

I'm loving it.

Well, I'm looking forward to hearing you
ringing the changes, Mrs Divine. I'll

get that.

You summoned me.

That's not a very good disguise.

You're not in disguise, are you?

You're drunk.

Do detective work? Who is it, Father?

Who's at the door?

Just the paper boy.

That's not our usual paper.

Why don't you take the rest of the day
off, Mrs Devine?

You deserve it. But I've only just
started. What about the course, Elise?

Well, they can wait till tomorrow.

What's going on?

I've just given you a day off with pay.
I believe the correct response is, thank

you, Father.

Thank you, Father.

Been in a fight?

The odd scrap with the jealous husband.

What's going on, Hercule?

I was about to ask you the same
question.

Your personal ad didn't give much away.

Have you been, Cindy? I didn't come all
this way for psychotherapy, Father.

So please, tell me, why am I here?

Father Vincent Lazarus.

Recently excommunicated.

He stole the cup of Calabria from the
Vatican.

Naughty boy.

And killed a guard when he made his
escape.

The Vatican have received a tip -off
that he fled to England and seeks to

the cup on the black market. And they've
asked me to retrieve it.

And how do you intend to do that?

With your help, hopefully.

Is that coming from you or them?

Both.

The Vatican would have happily seen me
executed in Spain.

And now they want my help.

You got off fairly lightly, if memory
serves.

And what about you?

Taking my confession one day, inviting
me to break the seventh commandment the

next?

I must admit to some misgivings.

After what you've been through, the last
thing I want is to steer you from the

path of redemption.

Redemption?

And this is a personal request from His
Holiness.

Tell the Pope that I politely decline
his gracious offer and give his ring a

kiss from me while you're at it.

No hard feelings.

Mind my saying, you don't see them
yourself.

Regardless of whether or not you decide
to help me, you should know that my

first priority, whether you like it or
not, will always be your soul.

And I believe yours is in pain.

You want to know how I've been since my
father died?

Since my visit to your confessional?

Let's just say you were right about not
giving to father.

You don't want me on this mission.

I'm not an asset.

I'm a liability.

So much for the healing power of
confession.

Confession's only the beginning.

It doesn't mean anything if you don't
make amends. My father died making

You're wrong about one thing.

I do want you on this mission.

To be quite honest, I don't think I can
do it without you.

You need someone who knows how to use
his fists.

I need somebody who can think on their
feet and act quickly.

The clock is ticking.

The Vatican wants the cup returned
within a week. Why the rush?

It's to be used at a mass for the Grand
Duchess of Luxembourg.

The true cross does not belong in the
hands of a murderer.

You know that.

Very well, Father.

One last hurrah.

For you.

I understand.

And where?

Right. What time?

I won't say anything to anyone. You're
sure?

Particularly Mrs. Devine.

Given her relationship with the Chief
Inspector, it would put her in a very

awkward position.

Well, you could tell me what's going on.

Flambor?

Out of my hands, I'm afraid.

According to my contact...

A private auction was hastily arranged
two days ago at the Cedermont

Hotel. It's taking place this afternoon.

Suspicious, given the timing, but not
necessarily proof.

One lot up for sale.

Described as a religious antiquity.

There you go, mate. Thank you. Thank
you.

Friend of yours?

She does seem vaguely familiar.

We can't take the cup while it's in full
view.

We'll have to wait until after the
bidding.

Agreed.

Adelus.

Difficult to say.

Can I see your invitations, please,
gents?

I'm afraid I left mine at home, and the
father's here at my request to

authenticate the object.

You both need to leave.

Is there some reason you object to
authentication?

The seller has assured me that this is a
genuine article.

Then you won't mind a second opinion.

May I?

Possessing the cup seems very important
to you. May I ask why?

Is it true what they say?

That it has the power of healing?

The church has made no official
pronouncement. Of course it's true.

Records going back hundreds of years.

Physical and spiritual salvation.

Its power is in no doubt.

Can you all take your seats, please?

Bidding will begin in five minutes.

Thank you.

So what was it doing in there?

I don't know.

Maybe Flambeau gave it to Father Brown
the last time that he was here.

Then why was he acting so suspiciously
this morning?

You know something, don't you?

No. You'd normally be on this like a fly
on jam toast,

Brenda. Oh, right.

He was here.

I knew it.

Why didn't you tell me? Well, Father
Brown told me not to.

What? Because of your relationship with
Sullivan. Why else?

You remember what happened last time?

Oh, my God.

You're right. This is a disaster. Why
did you tell me? You just begged me to

five seconds ago before I'd fully taken
stock of the situation.

If Edgar finds out that I know and
didn't tell him... You are not telling

Sullivan. You could call off the
wedding. It's divine.

Please.

Firstly, they'll be long gone by now.
Sullivan will never find out.

Secondly, do you really want to betray
Father Brown?

Of course not. Keep it to yourself,
then.

The Son of God, crucified on this very
wood.

His blood soaked into its grain,
bestowing with it the power of the Holy

Power of healing.

To whomsoever drinks from this cup.

Bidding begins at £50 ,000.

£50 ,000.

Do I hear £51 ,000?

£51 ,000.

£52 ,000?

£52 ,000.

£53 ,000.

£54 ,000.

I've got to look the part. £54 ,000. £55
,000. Thank you. £56 ,000.

£57 ,000. £60 ,000.

£61 ,000. £70 ,000.

Do I hear a raise on 70 ,000?

Going once.

Going twice.

Sold.

Mine.

Mine.

He's dead.

It goes well.

So this one, one, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

Mrs Devine.

You all right? You seem a bit out of
sorts.

Nothing. I'm just meeting Edgar for a
late lunch.

What? Oh, did we... I'm so sorry, I
completely forgot. I'm buried in

Can we...

Do it tomorrow?

Of course.

Yes?

You're not upset?

Not at all.

Oh, since you seem a little distracted.

Is everything all right?

Everything's fine.

Oh, well, I'll see you off to work and
we can talk about wedding plans over

Candlelit dinner?

Sounds lovely.

Is it divine?

Flamborne's here.

What? Where?

Clearly this makes me a bit effective.

And a prime suspect.

There's no sign of foul play. The man
was clearly unwell. Shock must have

him. Precisely.

Either way, we will need to call the
police.

And the cup.

I'll call the client now.

Ask for instruction. Everybody please
wait in the next room.

Lazarus?

Quite possibly.

Sir.

Who's Lazarus? We had a problem.

You'll find him in the New Testament.

John, chapter 11.

And he that was dead came forth, bound
hand and foot with grave clothes.

And who are you?

Could be asking you the same question.

But we're all strangers here.

No need for names.

My client has agreed to sell you the
cup, but only at the final bidding

£70 ,000.

Correct.

Well, make up your mind.

I'll have to leave with the cup before
the police get here.

I accept.

I'll need to telephone my solicitor and
ask him to go to the bank to transfer

the funds.

So there's a county's house.

Right.

We haven't got much time.

I'm sure you, Giles.

I haven't taken leave of my senses.

Neither am I under duress.

Now, do as I say.

Thank you.

It's done.

Now give it to me.

This is done, Laura.

Faith! Alas, someone got there before
me.

No one came in or out, at least not
through the door. And no one went near

when we were in the room, apart from
you.

Is that why you covered it? So you could
make the switch?

What do you think I am, a magician?

We need to search everyone.

Where's the other bidder?

There was no one on the end of that
telephone.

One of those men is Lazarus.

Ballet service.

I can't apologise too much.

or him for a second.

Father Brown sent me away.

Wouldn't tell me nothing.

Oh, that's strange.

Flambeau's usually only too keen to
involve you in his criminal adventures.

Not this time.

Whatever it was, it was top secret.

Or supposed to be.

And how you take it you have absolutely
no idea where they've gone?

Did you not just hear what I said?

If he shows up again, Brenda,

Do you telephone me at once?

He's been shot.

Lazarus.

Why?

I'll let you into the auction.

Where is he?

Heavenly woods.

We need to telephone for an ambulance.

He's dead.

This man would still be alive if we
hadn't... We didn't choose him.

This is hopeless. There's nothing here.

I'm not ready to give up hope yet.

Then you better start praying for divine
intervention.

I'm more concerned about you at present.

Me?

You almost got us killed.

There was never any danger of that.

Then why did you drive straight at that
tractor?

What can I say? I'm a thrill seeker.

With a death wish?

I would never put you in harm's way.

And if I hadn't been in the car?

I assure you, Father, I am not some sort
of suicidal maniac.

You said yourself you'd become a
liability.

What did you mean by that?

I have no doubt that you are still
grieving for your father.

I barely knew him. Which in some ways
makes it worse.

We don't have time for this. Unless you
admit to your pain, you have no chance

of healing. I'm fine.

Dame Lydia Adams.

I knew I recognized her.

She's a significant donor to the
Vatican.

May we come in?

Whatever you have to say, you can say it
here.

We believe you have been the target of a
confidence tree.

You'd better come in.

Do you have the invitation, Lady Lydia?

It was left at my door.

Have you any idea why you were chosen?

Because I'm rich.

I suspect it's more than that.

They had to know that you'd take the
bait.

That you'd bid 70 ,000 pounds.

My husband and daughter, they were
killed in a car crash last year.

I'm so sorry.

Since then, there hasn't been a single
day where I haven't wanted to

end it all.

Of course, I'd never do it.

Spend the rest of eternity in hell
rather than be reunited with my family.

But the thought...

will come, especially at night, when the
pain

is most unbearable.

But it was my hope, my prayer, that
drinking from the cup would finally heal

my suffering.

Did you talk about your pain to anyone
from the Vatican?

I took confessors.

Who was your confessor?

I'm not sure.

Her father, Lazarus?

Yes, yes, that was him.

He's not responsible for all this.

He was so kind.

We don't have time for this.

You said it was genuine, the cup.

I believe it is, yes.

Then maybe I'm just not worthy of its
gift.

How do you know that?

Unless you had already drunk from it.

I found it on my doorstep when I got
back from the auction.

I don't understand.

Why did he give it back?

It was always his intention that you
should have it. He only stole it because

showed up.

Are you saying this was an honourable
gesture?

No.

He wanted you to get caught so you would
be disgraced and the Vatican

embarrassed and they would never be able
to accept a donation from you ever

again.

You have to leave.

I am at St Mary's, and my door is always
open.

Father.

Father Lazarus, I presume.

I'd be grateful if you'd kindly leave
the cup behind before you go.

You call the police.

Question accomplished, Father.

Do my regards to the Vatican.

Don't move!

Rubble!

Warning you!

Rubble!

Rubble!

This man is a murderer. The body on
Hemley Road.

Anonymous tip -off said that Dame Lydia
was in possession of an artifact stolen

from the Vatican.

An artifact?

He that had been dead came forth, bound
feet and hands with winding bands,

not grave clothes.

Babiol. Your Eminence, this is Father...
Do you have it?

Yes.

Thank goodness, then, sir. Father
Lazarus is in custody in Kemblesford

Station. I'll be there within the hour.
Just one more thing.

Early today, Father Lazarus quoted from
the King James Bible, not our Douay

-Rheims. Are you surprised he disregards
our ways?

I suppose not.

But I just can't help thinking...
Father, this is no time for your

mystery -making. Guard the cup until I
rev.

I think we have more important things to
discuss.

Oh! Did she tell you what she did, then?

I'm so sorry, Father.

You've done nothing wrong.

Miss Palmer, would you take your seat,
please?

This is the cup of Calabria, made from
the true cross.

The what?

The cross that was... He used to...
Crucify our Lord and Saviour.

Some people believe it has miraculous
powers, and I can see why.

His sacrifice, his forgiveness, his love
bled into the wood.

It will be returning to the Vatican,
where it belongs.

But before that, I'd like you both to
join me in St Mary's.

Your evidence.

What brings you back to Cambridge? You
have in custody a man who belongs to us.

I would like to speak with him.

You are the visitor.

What are you doing? Hey, hey, steady on.
I do not know this man.

Stand by us, Lord our God, and with the
unfailing support of the Holy Cross,

uphold us, who thou makest rejoice to do
it honour.

Through Jesus Christ, our Lord, your
Son.

You had no pulse.

I checked it myself.

Come now, Father.

You of all people should believe in
resurrection.

Father Lazarus. The name would appear
appropriate, would it not?

Miss Divine, Miss Palmer, perhaps you
would wait in the presbytery. No, stay.

What's going on?

Father. The knife of Andronicus.

This very blade cut to pieces the flesh
of a martyr almost 2 ,000 years ago.

I've sharpened it since.

Be seated.

What kind of priest are you? Don't end
that night then, Brenda.

You've been pulling the strings all
alone.

You executed your accomplice.

Actually, I had my underling shoot him.

You stole the cup while we were out of
the room, whilst you were pretending to

be dead.

I must say, it's quite a thrill to bear
witness to that probing mind at work.

The great Father Brown.

A name that's whispered at the Vatican
in somewhat dubious tones, but I've

always been an admirer.

Why is that?

You're a rebel, like me.

Only you've chosen to waste your
intellect on solving puzzles. I've

use mine to execute a moral crusade.

Thievery? Murder? A moral crusade?

The church is rotten to its core.

It needs gutting from the inside out.
I've devoted my life to doing just that.

You entered the priesthood solely with
the purpose of plundering the church.

I entered it to destroy the church.

You don't think I believe any of this
nonsense, do you?

Then why come back for the cup?

I'm not here to take it.

You've spoiled my plan.

Did you think that was going to go
unpunished?

Any news on Flambeau, sir? Nothing. Did
you get any information from Father

Brown? He said it was a private Vatican
matter.

Oh, speaking of the Vatican, a Cardinal
Papillon came in. Wanted to see our

prisoner. But he just looked at his face
and then left.

What in God's name?

Do those bells sound right to you?

Now you mention it, sir, they do seem to
be going a bit... mad.

Sergeant?

You will gain nothing by doing this.

The humiliation of his holiness before
the Duchess of Luxembourg will be ample

reward.

Get a day of prayer.

Sorry to be a wet blanket.

Step back.

Drop the knife.

Drop it.

I think he better do as he says.

Chief Inspector, Flambeau is innocent.

This man is a murderer.

Not now, Father.

Drop it, Flambeau.

Hercule.

Chief Inspector, you are arresting the
wrong man.

Tell His Holiness that this one's on his
conscience.

I'll wait here for an ambulance.

Water.

Please don't die before I can arrest
you, Flambeau. I think I might have to

you that pleasure, Chief Inspector.

Good job, Isabel.

Last right to bigot. Better get on with
it.

What do you think you are doing?

We owe him this much.

Closping his jaws.

Be quiet.

I'm drinking.

You were right about me.

I came back to tell you that.

But now the ends are here.

If I'm honest, I'd rather have a few
more horrors.

Omnium peccatorum tipi conceta.

Venator.

I understand you're being transferred to
Windchurch Prison.

Here to say goodbye?

I'm here to ask a question.

It's a trick I learned from a yogi in
India many years ago.

He taught me how to slow my pulse to a
few beats per minute.

I'm sure Christ would approve.

After all, what was he if not the
consummate showman?

That's not what I wanted to know.

What you did, the years you spent in the
seminary, the years

working your way into the Vatican, To
make that kind of sacrifice, you must

hate the church very much.

Why?

That's a story for another time.

It's natural we'll see each other again.

I wouldn't be so sure of that.

I'm sorry about Flambeau, by the way.

It was meant to be you.

I'm aware of that.

In retrospect, I'm glad I didn't kill
you.

It's so hard to find a worthy adversary.

I have no interest in being your
adversary.

You have no choice.

The game has already begun.

All right.

You've got ten minutes, Father.

Thank you, Simon.

Come to help me, okay?

No.

How are you feeling?

I shouldn't be here.

That wound was fatal.

Apparently not.

You don't honestly believe it was the
cup?

You will never know.

But it looked like a miracle to me.

You didn't answer my question.

I feel... grateful.

Hold on, hang on a minute. You can't
just walk in here.

Extradition papers.

Untap him.

You'd better speak to the chief
inspector.

Then fetch him.

Fetch!

Are you taking me into custody?

Temporarily. Then you will be free to
go.

However... The Vatican has a proposition
for you.

Our days of doing business are over.

Perhaps you should listen first.

It transpires that Father Lazarus stole
a great many things from the Church over

a great many years. In light of this,
the Vatican has founded the Reclamation

Department, tasked with retrieving these
items, as well as many others which

rightfully belong to us. But... we lack
the...

Necessary expertise, huh?

Are you offering me a job?

Unofficially, you understand.

You will be paid handsomely for every
item you reclaim.

Though, of course, the true reward will
be in doing God's work.

I've stolen from you my whole life. Why
should you trust me any more than

Lazarus?

You have been personally vouched for as
a man of good character.

And I have seen it for myself.

Sounds like a lifetime of hurrahs to me.

And all in a good cause.

When do I start?