All language subtitles for Father Brown S13E07 The Bodhi Tree1

It's very kind of your friend to
entertain us at Dewfield Manor,

Lady Felicia.

Oh, Frances and I go way back,
Father.

She's wanting to open up the house
for weekend getaways.

Asked if I could bring a few friends
and try it out. Oh.

The Dewfield family have
a Catholic chapel.

I'm hoping to get
an opportunity to have a look.

I'm still not sure
whether I should have come.

Why? It's a free stay
in a posh mansion.

There's just so much to get done
in the new house.

That's what husbands are for.

Plus, we've got the St Mary's lunch
for the poor next week.

This sojourn is about forgetting
your troubles, Mrs S,

and trust me, Frances Dewfield
knows how to entertain.

We are going to have the time
of our lives.

Tashi-delek.

Oh! Welcome, travellers.

Are you ready to be enlightened?

Buddhism?

What's Buddhism?

A religious and philosophical
tradition

based on the teachings
of the Buddha, Miss Palmer.

I discovered it during my trip
to the Himalayas.

I have been reborn, darlings.

Is that where you found
your new butler?

Oh! No.

I got rid of my live-in staff
months ago.

Buddhism preaches self-reliance.

I don't even have a chauffeur
any more.

That is my spiritual adviser -

Tenzin Choda.

I found him in Asia.

It's all part of my latest venture.

The Bodhi Tree at Dewfield Manor.

The Bodhi Tree is where the Buddha
attained spiritual enlightenment.

I want my guests
to be similarly transformed

when they stay here.

Gosh.

I'm so pleased you could make it.

I wasn't sure with Monty
and the election.

No, it's been such a bore.

Eden's had him squirrelled away
for weeks in Whitehall.

And I am charmed to meet
your companions.

You're not one of the
Buckinghamshire Palmers, are you?

No.

These are my friends.

This is Brenda,
Father Brown's housekeeper.

And this is Isabel Sullivan,
his parish secretary. Hi.

Delighted, all!

Right, let me show you
to your rooms.

You can get changed...

..and we can begin your journey
to Nirvana.

Nirvana?

Changed?

Oh!

Namaste, darlings.

This room looks very different
to how I remember it.

This is where we meditate

and where Tenzin
leads us in prayers.

He's an actual monk, or lama.
Can you believe it?

I am simply a guide.

Oh! He's too modest.

He's managed to convince a Rinpoche
from his monastery to come visit us.

A Rinpoche is a high-level lama.

He's coming day after tomorrow
to bless the whole retreat

and all of us personally.

I do hope you'll be able to join in.

I would be very interested
to witness the ceremony.

So now we've got spectators gawking
like we're in a zoo.

We've been over this, Shuggie.

The whole point of The Bodhi Tree is
to open people up to our practices.

OUR practices.

Shuggie.

That's Shuggie Gower.

He was Tenzin's apprentice
over in Asia.

Unfortunately,
the two came as a pair.

I gather you're not a fan? He
insists on living in a shabby tent

on my front lawn and will only eat
food he's foraged from the garden.

To be honest, Frances,

I'm struggling to understand
the appeal of all of this.

Sorry I'm late.

I was meditating
and lost track of time.

We are thrilled you could join us.

Bastian gave up everything he owned
to follow the path of the Buddha.

I might only have the robes on my
back, but I'm rich in other ways.

Such as the love of a good woman.

I can see why you like him.

We actually connect on a
very deep spiritual level, Felicia.

Oh.

And this is our
contemplation garden.

How pretty.
Please sit and we'll have tea.

Tabitha? Lady Felicia, hello.

This is Frances's niece.

I thought you were
still at finishing school.

She's just graduated
top of her class.

Oh. She's much more sensible
than I ever was.

Well, one of us
has to be the grown-up.

Oh. What is that?

Oh, I think you might have
accidentally added salt

instead of sugar.

Actually, it's po cha or butter tea.

It's a staple of the Tibetan diet.

It's certainly an acquired taste.

It's disgusting.
No-one else usually bothers,

but Aunt Frances insists on starting
every day with a cup.

It helps me feel closer
to the Buddhas.

It's also meant to aid weight loss.

I think I'll stick to Darjeeling.

I like your necklace.

Oh. An early birthday present
from Aunt Frances.

She turns 21 tomorrow.
Can you believe it?

No?

Little Kitty is all grown up.

I haven't been called that
for years.

A childhood nickname.

My father loved word games.

Tabitha, tabby cat,

Kitty.

Who's ready for a sound bath?

I'm sorry, what?

It's like bathing,
but in sound instead of water.

It's such fun.

How would you get clean, then?

You don't cleanse your body, Brenda.

You cleanse your mind
and your spirit.

Om.

I think I prefer soap and water. Sh!

Not more sound baths?

I rather hope
that's the dinner gong, Miss Palmer.

Oh!

Ah! My private meditation chamber.

The dining room is through here. Ah.

All I'm saying is,
it's a bit of a coincidence.

Look, if you took it, Tenzin,
just tell me.

Maybe we should begin without...

..her.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, Frances, I do hope
this is one of your fabulous

pheasant ballotines under there.

Better than that, darling.

Parsnip patties.

Gosh.

I haven't had those since the war.

So no pheasant? Of course not!

Show some respect!

Most Buddhist monks are vegetarian,
Lady Felicia.

They don't eat meat.

Not even chicken?

We believe in the principle
of ahimsa.

Respecting all living beings,
human and animal.

Come on, help yourselves. Tabitha.

Don't worry. I've got some sausages
hidden in the kitchen.

I must say, Lady Felicia,
your aura is positively glowing.

It has been said.

It must be my bloodline.

This doesn't look too bad.

Do you have any red?

Oh, didn't I mention, darling?

Buddhist monks don't drink
alcohol either.

The entire retreat is teetotal.

Oh, goody.

Mr Hawthorne,

how will the blessing work?

Ah, I'll let our resident lama
answer that, Father.

Those wishing to receive
a personal blessing

will offer the Rinpoche a khatag,

a white scarf symbolising
their purity of intent.

And he will present them
with a sungku,

a blessed protection cord.

I received this one

in Bhutan many years ago.

It represents my connection
to the Buddha.

I never take it off.

Obviously, the food could do
with some improvement,

but the sound baths, a real monk?

People would pay good money
for this.

That's what we hoped.

However, bookings haven't been as
forthcoming as we expected.

Bastian's been visiting
various towns

to promote the retreat,
but it's been hard.

We were hoping that you would
be bringing some more

connected friends with you.

I'm sure bookings will improve

once we receive the blessing
of the Rinpoche.

People should not be able
to buy spiritual enlightenment.

He does that.

A lot.

Well, I could make a few telephone
calls, try and spread the word.

Oh, you really are a marvel.

I think it's time to retire.

Already? But it's still
light outside.

This is a retreat, darling.
Sleep reharmonises the body.

Besides, we're doing yoga tomorrow.

Oh, no.
Looks like trouble in Paradise.

No, thank you.

Oh, don't worry, it's English tea.
Oh.

Tashi-delek.

I brewed a new batch of po cha
for you overnight, Miss Dewfield.

Oh, Tenzin, you are an angel.

Ooh!

Little bitter, though.
More butter next time.

Happy birthday, Kitty.

Thank you, Father.

From an old school friend. Oh.

She's got another year
in Switzerland, poor thing.

Oh.

I just telephoned a selection
of my favourite magazine

and newspaper editors and convinced
them to come up here tomorrow

to write features
on The Bodhi Tree. Tomorrow?

Mm. Well, that way they can
witness the blessing.

Plus, I'll be here
to help sell the place.

Thank you.

Yes. Thank you, Felicia.

Done correctly,
yoga can arouse powerful,

primal feelings.

Today we will conduct our practice
in pairs.

Lady Felicia, would you mind...
Can partner with me.

You can demonstrate with Tabitha.

Of course. Happy birthday to me.

Ah!

I'm sorry, Father.

Oh, don't worry,
I'll sit this one out, Mrs Sullivan.

We will begin
with a supported tree pose.

Breathe in deeply through the
nose... Try and find my hand.

..and out through the mouth.

Let the air fill your stomachs.

And as you breathe out,

chase away any negativity or stress.

You're being awfully touchy
about Bastian.

I am fully committed to Monty.

It's not you I'm concerned about.

It's actually pretty easy.

I agree.

And now
sit facing your partner.

Clasp hands and lean back.

OK. Right.

Frances, not so hard.

Stop pulling!

Oh.

Oh!

Get off!

Frances told me to move my tent
around the back,

and then I saw the police cars.

She was my soulmate.

Isabel, are you all right?
Oh, yes. I'm fine.

Unlike poor Frances.

The police sergeant's just left,
sir.

Found a rash in the victim's mouth
and throat. Could be poisoning.

But we all had the same breakfast.

Except Frances
had her special butter tea.

And she complained it was
particularly bitter this morning.

Right. Well, Sergeant, you better
secure the kitchen and dining area.

Righty-o, sir.

You all right, Inspector?

Yes, fine. Thank you, Father.
Oh, he's had some back pain.

We've moved a lot of furniture
in the last few weeks.

Perhaps some yogic stretching
might help.

Ah. I think given everything
that's happened,

I'll pass, thank you, Father.

Who made this tea?

Lama Tenzin Choda.

It's a unique Buddhist recipe.

Well, he wouldn't have hurt her.

He doesn't even eat chicken.

Actually, I did hear him
and Frances arguing yesterday.

Sounded like she accused him
of stealing.

Oh.

Mr Choda.

Mr Choda,
can I ask you about your butter tea?

Mr Ch...

Would you, please?

What are you doing?

I must guide her
towards her next rebirth.

Yes, and you can, after you've
answered a few questions.

No!

Is that my necklace?

Your early birthday present...

..that you weren't
wearing this morning.

I didn't realise.

Well, why does Tenzin have it?

Yes. It's a very good question.

Good luck, Father. He's been like
that ever since we brought him in.

I persuaded the Sergeant
to let you have this.

I know how important it is to you.

Thank you, Father Brown.

How are you coping?

It's a lot nicer than the cells
in Katmandu.

But to miss the blessing,

that will be hard to bear.

Why did the late Miss Dewfield
accuse you of stealing?

The retreat's bank account
had been depleted.

She was forced to borrow
from other funds.

And she thought you had taken
the money?

Odd to leap to such
a conclusion so quickly.

Unless Miss Dewfield knew something
that we do not.

I grew up on the streets
of the Kathmandu, Father.

It was hard.

I did many things I am ashamed of.

What changed?

I discovered the teachings
of the Buddha.

You might refer to it as,

as a calling.

How did you come by
Tabitha Dewfield's necklace?

I spotted it on the floor
of the office.

The clasp was broken.

I was going to return it
after the yoga.

Please believe me, Father.

I did not steal it.

And I would not kill anyone.

I do believe you, Lama Choda.

And I will do my utmost
to find out who did.

Oh, there you are.

I need help picking
the floral offerings.

You're not still going ahead
with the blessing, are you?

You cannot cancel a Rinpoche.

Nor magazine editors,
it would appear.

I've tried telephoning my guests
to postpone their visit,

but I can't get through
to all of them.

There's still people
coming tomorrow?

Ten at least. I shall look such
a fool having to turn them away.

No, you won't.

Because we're going to go ahead
as planned.

Aunt Frances might not be here,
but The Bodhi Tree was her dream.

We have to do it for her.

I'm sorry.

Just think,
all those influential people.

He seems to have perked up a bit.

Well, if we're going to do this,
we have to do it properly.

It's not just the retreat's
reputation that's at stake.

But do we have enough time?

I once pulled together a six-course
meal for the Governor of Kenya

with less than an hour's notice.

Entertaining is what I do best.

So you don't think Tenzin did it,
Father?

Lama Choda would not break
the sacred rules of his religion

nor jeopardise the visit
of the Rinpoche.

Poor Tabitha.
Talk about a rotten birthday. Mm.

Aunt Frances has a plot here,
obviously.

But apparently Tibetan Buddhists
prefer a sky burial.

I don't even know
what one of those is.

Is that your father's memorial?

He contracted tuberculosis whilst
I was away at prep school.

He didn't want to worry me,
so by the time I was told

he'd already passed away.

Miss Dewfield,
may I ask about your necklace?

Why did you lie about not knowing
it was lost?

Father?

The clasp had snapped

as though it had been pulled hard
from your neck.

I didn't tell the police.

I was ashamed.

Go on.

Aunt Frances asked me to meet her
before breakfast

regarding my trust fund.

Turns out she'd had to "borrow"
a chunk of my inheritance

to help finance the retreat.

I accused her of wasting my money
on her vanity project,

ripped off my necklace
and stormed out.

Did you feel she deserved
further punishment?

No!

I may have acted like
a petulant child, Father,

but I didn't poison her.

Besides, she promised she'd pay me
back once The Bodhi Tree

started making money.

And with her gone,
that was not likely to happen.

Can you think of anyone else
who might want to hurt Frances?

She'd had a huge fight with Shuggie
over his tent,

but that's nothing new.

My aunt could be frustrating,

thoughtless, even.

But she was the only family
I had left.

Would it be of comfort
if we prayed together?

I'd like that, Father.

Thank you.

Pierre is coming to sort the food

and we need proper linen
for the bedrooms.

400 thread count, at least.

I thought this retreat
was about embracing the simple life.

Up to a point, Mrs S.

But we can hardly serve the people
parsnip patties.

What will they think of me?

They're coming to review
The Bodhi Tree, Lady Felicia,

not your hosting skills.

I promised them something special,

and I wanted to live up
to their expectations.

Take the floral offerings,
for instance.

Why can't we use
something like this?

Don't! Foxgloves can leave a nasty
rash when they touch the skin.

Really? Hmm.

What can they do
if you drink them in a cup of tea?

Digitalis purpurea.

A large enough dose
will cause cardiac arrest.

Do you think Tabitha knew that?

Because it sounds like she had
a pretty strong motive.

Frances was going to pay her back.

Hmm.

The late Miss Dewfield said
that Mr Gower would only eat food

he'd foraged from the garden.

So he'd know which plants
are poisonous.

Tabitha said they argued
about his tent this morning.

Frances said it would be gone
before the Rinpoche arrived.

Were those her exact words?

Erm...

What do you want?

This morning, you implied
that Frances Dewfield

wanted your tent moved.

Uh-huh. But she didn't want it
moved, did she?

She wanted it gone.

She evicted you.

She said she was
sick of my attitude,

so she wanted me off her land
by the end of the day.

How did that make you feel?

How do you think?

This was my chance to spend time
in the presence of a Rinpoche.

Do you know what this is?

Aye. Dead Man's Bells we called it
when we were growing up.

If that had anything to do
with offing Frances,

well, that's quite apt, isn't it?

You think I did it.

You clearly have the understanding.

Which I taught to the rest
of the group.

Not that anyone appreciated it,
like.

Oh, look,

I didn't like Frances.

But trust me,

I have done enough killing
to last all my lifetimes.

In the war?

I've tried so hard to atone,

to prove myself worthy.

Well, why would I risk all that
for her?

Did you notice anything out
of the ordinary at the retreat

in the days preceding
Frances Dewfield's death?

No.

Well, I did see Bastian spinning
the prayer wheel backwards,

anti-clockwise.

Why is that strange?

Buddhists spin the prayer wheels
clockwise

to follow the journey
of the sun across the sky.

Yeah. You see, to spin it
anti-clockwise

implies wrathful intent.

Thank you for all your help today.

But I'm afraid Inspector Sullivan
has just telephoned

with some sad news.

They're charging Tenzin
with Aunt Frances's murder?

It turns out he has a long record

of violent robbery and assault.

That was in the past!

He's a changed man now.

I know this is upsetting.

However,
let's focus on tomorrow's event.

The future of The Bodhi Tree
depends on it.

As does my standing
with the great and good.

Shuggie said Bastian
had wrathful intent.

Do you think he meant murder?

I'm inclined to think that
Mr Hawthorne's widdershins spinning

is due to ignorance,
not malfeasance.

For someone who professes
so great a faith,

he is very keen to deflect
when questioned about specifics.

You think he's lying about
being a Buddhist?

Which begs the question...

..why does he need
a private meditation room?

Looks like we were wrong, Father.

Perhaps.

Oh, well done!

Hardly the possessions
of a humble pilgrim.

Miss Dewfield's chequebook.

She's been unknowingly funding
his city jaunts.

What?

I arranged everything

according to Buddhist teachings.

I thought the Rinpoche would prefer
a proper chair.

I know the rest of our guests will.

Did you want to serve the champagne
and canapes in the garden?

Oh, yes. If you wouldn't mind
just... What are you doing?!

This is not a Buddhist blessing.

This is a cheap tourist spectacle.

And I want nothing to do with it.

Oh!

Well, Bastian will now have to greet
the Rinpoche instead.

He may not be ordained
like Tenzin and Shuggie

but at least he's a Buddhist. Ah.

Lady Felicia, there is something
you should know.

Namaste.

Welcome to The Bodhi Tree.

I am Bastian Hawthorne, and I am
honoured to be your guide today.

Has anyone ever told you have
the most exquisite aura?

Is it positively glowing?

We're thrilled you could
all make it.

Tabitha will escort you
to the Contemplation Garden

for refreshments.

I just need a moment with Bastian.

Is everything all right?

You just own the robes on your back,
do you?

Well...

I can explain. Oh, don't bother.

All those trips you undertook,

you weren't promoting
The Bodhi Tree, were you?

You were gallivanting,
being a man about town.

Paid for by the late Miss Dewfield.

Well...

I wasn't hurting anyone.

Look at this place.

I didn't think
she would even notice.

Except the money ran out, didn't it?

So you bumped her off
before she realised you'd taken it.

No.

I would never.

I was simply planning to leave her
and...

..move on.

Me?

I'm a happily married woman,
thank you very much.

All right.

I went to see Frances in her office
that morning

to try and let her down gently,

but she wasn't listening.

She just stared into the fire,
ignoring me.

It's the kind of thing
I had to put up with.

It was exhausting dealing with her
highs, her lows, her nightmares.

Nightmares? Oh, I would have to
hold her for hours after one.

She never got to say goodbye
to her brother

and would cry
about it uncontrollably,

wishing she could have prevented him
from dying. God.

I deserved to be paid,
having to deal with all that.

Oh, get out of my sight.

Why would she have a fire going
in the middle of summer?

Oh, what now?

Go on, then. I know you're dying
to say, "I told you so."

No, she isn't. Are you, Mrs S?

Of course not.

Although maybe Shuggie
was right, earlier.

Really?

You got so carried away
with planning the event,

you forgot its true meaning...

..and made it all about you, again.

Have you actually found anything
down there, Father?

Well, whatever Miss Dewfield
was burning

has turned to dust and ashes.

I did find this.

Well, that solves everything,
doesn't it?!

Sorry.

It's just I have all my guests
waiting outside,

and the Rinpoche is due any moment

and I'm going to have to eat humble
pie and ask Shuggie to greet them.

Oh, you'll be lucky.

I've just seen him go out the gates
with all of his stuff.

What?

Shuggie!

Shuggie!

Lady Felicia?

You can't leave, Shuggie,
we need you!

Oh, I know when I'm not wanted.

The universe has made that
clear enough.

Oh! Will you stop the car?
Stop the car!

I...behaved like
a bull in a china shop.

I was so worried about
looking like a fool,

I didn't think or...

even respect the importance
behind everything.

I'm truly sorry.

Aye, well, I appreciate that.

So, will you return
and greet the Rinpoche with me?

Oh...

You can run the whole blessing
as you see fit.

Despite breaking
multiple Buddhist traditions,

I suppose you're not that bad.

All right, you're on.

But I'm in charge.

Oh, of course.

You know,

I've just had the strangest
feeling that we've met before.

Perhaps in a previous life.

Oh.

And white scarves, khata,

will be given to those who wish
to receive an individual blessing.

Oh. The scarves. Where are they?

I'll...find them.

They're right behind me.

Welcome to you.

You know I didn't want you here -

bunch of tourists looking for
a shortcut to enlightenment.

But, the truth is...

..deep down, we're all the same.

We're scared...or troubled.

We're looking for a place to belong

and I hope you can find that here

at The Bodhi Tree, where...

..we are open to all.

Oh, I thought they could do
with some more information.

It's all right, Father,
I found them.

I thought it was strange that
a school friend would use

your father's nickname for you.

But this is actually from him,
isn't it?

With instructions that it be
given to you on your coming of age.

Father was always thinking of me.

Even towards the end.

But he didn't go to
all that trouble

just to send you
a simple birthday greeting.

He wrote you a letter
which was attached.

A letter your aunt saw fit to burn.

I presume that it contained
information she found mortifying.

A father's last confession
to his beloved daughter.

And the truth about how
he really died.

It was tuberculosis.

And yet your aunt was haunted
at having not said goodbye to him.

Which is odd if she'd nursed him
through a long, drawn-out illness.

And she believed that she could
have prevented his passing...

..by convincing him
not to take his own life.

My father did not commit suicide.

If I examine the burial records,

I think I will find that he was not
laid to rest in the family chapel,

but elsewhere,
in unconsecrated ground.

Your aunt lied to you.

She told me
it was TB.

She even put a plaque
in the mausoleum.

And for nine years
I have been visiting him

and the whole time
she knew he wasn't there.

You've been wearing long sleeves
since your aunt died.

I assume you wore gloves
to pick the plants,

but they were too short.

And if the police examined
your arms,

they would find a rash...

..from the foxgloves.

It was her fault, Father.

The letter explained everything.

Not only what my father was planning
to do to himself, but why.

Ant...Anthony wrote to you.

About how you convinced him

to invest in
some get-rich-quick scheme

dreamt up by your latest fancy man,

and how you lied...

..assuring him checks
and due diligence had been done.

Eduardo promised me they were
legitimate Burmese rubies.

How was I to know he was a con man?

Father invested everything -
on your word.

He thought the only way
he could save the manor, our family,

was by claiming on
his life insurance policy.

I didn't realise
what he'd planned until...

..until it was too late.

You must have seen
how desperate he was,

how worried.

It's all in there.

No!

I hate you!

And I deserve it. It's karma.

Shuggie was always boring us

about which plants were safe
and which were dangerous.

And it's like she said -

it was karma.

Do you really believe that,
Miss Dewfield?

I'm sure your father felt

that he had no choice
other than to sin against God.

But you do.

You can choose to repent
and save your soul.

Maybe I don't want to.

Maybe I want to see my father again,
no matter where he's ended up.

Are you sure he would want you
to join him?

Confess, and seek forgiveness.

Save Lama Choda from the gallows,
and yourself from eternal damnation.

It's time for the guest blessing.
Where are the scarves? Here.

Oh. Ah.

Thank you.

Don't you need one?

Unfortunately, I have to go.

Where?

Oh, Kitty.

I'm sorry.

Will she hang?

I think, given her age,
and the circumstances,

it's likely to be
a long prison sentence.

The visit of the Rinpoche last week

brought you good fortune,
Lama Choda.

I hear that you are fully booked.

Lady Felicia's friends might have
had something to do with it. Oh!

Their articles made this place
sound like Nirvana itself.

Ah! Hello. Ah. Inspector!

You're looking much more limber.

He's finally had some treatment
on his back, Father.

Oh...I'd say it's more of
a form of physiotherapy.

Some rather eccentric moves
to exercise the muscles.

He's started doing yoga.

Oh, Mr Gower! You do look dapper.

Ah, thank you.
Well, I think my days of

self-flagellating to prove my worth
are over.

I'm surprised to hear that
The Bodhi Tree is able to continue

with Miss Dewfield imprisoned.

A mysterious benefactor stepped in.

They offered to rent the whole
estate from her indefinitely.

Excuse me.

That must cost a fortune.

I wonder who it is.

One of the London guests,
I presume.

No, it wasn't!

I've just remembered
where I've met you before.

It was a grouse shoot in
the Highlands just before the war.

This is Hugh Macintosh-Gower,
the Earl of Erving!

Well, yeah,
I wanted to forget my past life.

The lands, the title, the money.

Please keep this to yourself.

I would hate it if Tenzin
felt beholden to me at all.

Oh, of course. What are friends for?

Speaking of which,
I would like to help

with the St Mary's lunch
for the poor tomorrow.

Oh, thank you, Lady Felicia.

Well, the more volunteers,
the better.

Oh, Pierre will be with you
around nine.

Pierre? My chef.

I poached him from the Montmartre.
I may have mentioned it.

Once or twice. His duck a la orange
is to die for.

Is she serious?

It's usually just bread and soup.

The path to enlightenment
is a long and winding road.

Subtitles corrected by DB