All language subtitles for Father Brown S13E10 The Bishops Revenge1

Hello?

Father?

That's right, but, probably not
the one you were expecting.

Oh, it's you.

Father? Mrs Sullivan?

How nice to see you again,
Miss Palmer.

Mm-hm...

Father Lindsey!

What a lovely surprise.

It is indeed.

But I come bearing
this electrifying invitation.

Oh.

Lord Silk is throwing
a surprise soiree for my uncle

to welcome him back from Rome.

Just the ticket to
celebrate before his consecration.

I'm quite sure my uncle
wouldn't want any of you to miss it.

Not exactly something
to celebrate, though, is it?

I'm sorry?

Oh, what Brenda means is,
we'll be there! Splendid.

Also, I must confess
to be in need of a favour.

Preparations for
the Mass of Consecration

are frightfully behind.
I don't suppose...

Father Lindsey,
I'm at your complete disposal.

As is Brenda. You what?

Marvellous.

Chance to show off your
new secretarial skills, Miss Palmer.

Jolly good.

And regarding the party,
mum's the word.

Toodle-pip.

Oh, dear.

A party with Canon Fox
and Father Lindsey.

What could possibly go wrong?

What, indeed?

Well, isn't
this just spectacular?

It must cost a fortune to heat.

Why is this party
in Hambleston anyway?

Lowly Father Fox used
to be parish priest here,

long before Father Lindsey.

Thank you all so much for coming.

Mrs Nettles, fancy seeing you here!

As my parish secretary,

Mrs Nettles is in charge of
the consecration committee. Oh!

Tell me these aren't the
reinforcements you promised me.

Well, yes.

Mrs Sullivan couldn't organise
the opening of an envelope

and I wouldn't trust
that Palmer girl to run a bath.

We can hear you, you know.

It's just that St Mary's
really hasn't been the same

since Mrs McCarthy left.

This is going to be a disaster,
thanks to you.

Oh.

Oh, dear.

What a delightful woman.

Mrs Nettles is aptly named.

Oh! It must be him.

Everyone round the back, quickly!

Bishop-elect Fox.

Osmond.

How was Rome?
Unbearably hot.

But His Holiness
and I saw eye-to-eye on

a great many things.

To say I'm bursting with
pride is an understatement.

I'm sure I've seen
that contraption somewhere before.

Shall we join
Lord Silk in the garden?

I have a number of stipulations
concerning my Consecration Mass,

the first of
which is that Father Brown

must not be
allowed within a mile of it.

Oh, really?

Ah, trouble follows him
around like a foul smell,

although not for much longer,
I'm pleased to say.

You know, I really couldn't
think of a better place to write

the most important speech
of my life.

Absolute serenity is a must.

Hooray!

Ah.

Surprise!

Oh, how nice.

Damian! Welcome back
to our humble abode.

Such an honour to
host you before your big day.

The honour is all mine,
Lord Silk.

Lady Martha,
it is good to see you.

It's been far too long,
Bishop-elect.

Father, I don't believe we've
had the pleasure.

This his Father Brown of
Kembleford fame.

Pleased to meet you, Lord Silk.
Lady Martha.

Your reputation precedes you.

I'm a chum of Lady F's, you see.

Oh. A bit of a sleuth, I hear.

Quite simply, the best.

Canon Fox,
may I offer my warmest wishes

in advance of your consecration

and extend an
invitation to St Mary's

at your earliest opportunity.

Great minds, Father.

Paying you a visit was
at the top of my agenda.

Bishop-elect. Mrs Nettles.
It's been such a long time.

Perhaps I could
trouble you for a word.

Actually,
I could do with settling in.

Oh, well, let me
show you to your room.

The rest of you, enjoy the party.

The bishop-elect will join us
in due course.

This place is incredible.

You're very lucky.

Strictly between us, Brenda,
I find it stultifying.

Stulti-what?

It comes with
certain...expectations.

With any luck, I'll be
leaving soon. Why's that, then?

To fulfil my dream
of reading English at Cambridge.

Oh, wow!

My dream is to be
a parish secretary,

but I don't think
that'll actually happen.

Why ever not?

Sometimes you
just have to take a leap.

Your tasks for Sunday.

No mistakes or
you'll have to answer to me.

Charm really isn't her forte.

She just tried to enlist me!

It's Father Lindsey
I feel sorry for.

Well, here he is,
the man of the moment!

Bishop-elect,

I can't tell you
how proud I am to know you,

to have supported your
charitable endeavours and ambitions,

all of which shows my appreciation
for your unwavering support.

For being there
when I lost my dear wife, Grace,

and for making my
son Bertie see sense.

His sacrifice makes
me so proud to this day.

Not to mention
your guidance of Martha,

who valiantly keeps
her mother's spirit alive.

So, without further ado,
a toast to Bishop-elect Fox.

To Bishop-elect Fox.

Thank you, Lord Silk.

I'm indebted to my
most honourable of friends

and to you all for coming.

Especially Father Brown,

as it enables me to make
a very exciting announcement.

You, Father, will be my
guinea pig, so to speak,

for a new endeavour for our diocese.

A sort of pastoral exchange.

You'll take over a parish
in the Highlands of Scotland

while we welcome
Father MacDougall to St Mary's.

He can't do that.

This is merely temporary,
of course. Just for a year or two.

Thank you, everyone.

Shall we resume the music?

Let us celebrate!

Canon Fox,
may I have a word, please?

This is my home.

My flock.

My family.

Father, think how much
better a priest you'll be without

the distraction of your
extracurricular activities.

Canon, I dispute...
Besides which,

your endeavours with
Flambeau and Father Lazarus

have made you
ignominious in the Vatican,

which doesn't
reflect at all well on me.

I see. No, Kembleford needs
a fresh start,

and you can't cause nearly as much
trouble amongst the sheep, can you?

That private word, Canon?

Yes, indeed, Mrs Nettles.
No time like the present.

I'll make that visit to St Mary's
first thing, Father.

We can go over the finer
details of your departure then.

What's taking so long?

Ah, there you are, Father.

I'm afraid Canon Fox has
made up his mind.

Heavens above.
To add insult to injury,

Father MacDougall will be bringing
his own parish secretary.

I'm sorry, Mrs Sullivan.

Although you may stay on
as housekeeper, Miss Palmer.

Oh, whoop-de-doo (!)

I don't
believe this is happening.

Well, let's try and look
on the bright side, shall we?

Perhaps it's for the best.
The best?

Yes, well, I mean, I will be able to
do my job properly.

No offence, Father.
Edgar!

None taken.
Please stop talking.

Don't forget, I was demoted
because of him.

This could be a fresh start
for both of us. Oh!

Well, you made
a pig's ear of that,

just like you do
with your investigations.

You'd be lost without Father Brown.

And so would I.

Excuse me. Oh, dear.

After all I've done for you!

You will regret this.

Mrs Nettles,
I think it's time you left.

With pleasure.

I'm afraid I feel
a migraine coming on.

Thank you
everyone so much for coming,

but now I think we should
let the Bishop-elect recover

from his journey from Rome.

I want to wring his neck.

Perhaps you
should make yourself scarce

when Canon Fox arrives, Miss Palmer.

Hello!

Just what we need.

I am sorry, Father,
about this awful business.

I don't suppose you've
seen my uncle, have you?

I was supposed to meet him
nearby for breakfast an hour ago.

Perhaps he got
waylaid at Salt Manor?

Indeed. I'll pop my head in.

I'll accompany you, if I may.

I would like to appeal
one more time to his better nature.

Father, I can think
of nothing I'd like more.

We didn't want to bother him.

I just assumed he
needed a good night's sleep.

Canon Fox?

Damian?

It's locked.

If I may.

What on earth are you doing?

Well done, Father.
I thought you'd approve.

Oh, my word!

Oh, dear...

Head between your knees.

Looks like this
was used as a weapon.

The word of God himself.

Given the bloody assault,

the broken glass on the
inside of the opened door,

and the absence
of the bishop-elect,

I surmise that he's been abducted.

You mean kidnapped?

But why?

Yes, thank you, Father.

When did you last see Canon Fox?

Oh, we had a
nightcap just after 10.00pm,

then he retired here.

I've telephoned
quite literally everywhere.

He's nowhere to be found.

Goodfellow, let's get this place
dusted for prints.

Right you are, sir.

Curious. What happened here?

Intriguing.

Fathers, please. Not again.

Oh, yes. Sorry.

A thousand apologies.

Inspector, important guests are
arriving from all over the globe.

It would be a
disaster if the bishop-elect

does not attend tomorrow.

I will use all resources
at my disposal.

We'll find him.

May I ask who else
stayed in the house last night?

Well, just Martha and myself.
The staff had all gone home.

Then as soon as we're done here,
I'll start with the woman

who threatened Canon Fox yesterday.

Inspector, I think it best

if Father Lindsey and I
leave you to it.

Oh, really?

Oh, yes.

Toodle-pip.

Are you really
accusing me of kidnap, Fathers?

The thought hadn't
entered our minds, Mrs Nettles.

We are merely trying to understand
what happened yesterday.

You said to Canon Fox,
"After all I've done for you."

What did you mean by that?

What we talked about
is strictly confidential.

But let's just say
I know where the bodies are buried,

or indeed where they are not.

Are you trying to use confidential
information for personal gain?

To what end, Father?

Perhaps you believe you should share
in Canon Fox's elevation.

Canon Fox should have taken
me with him in the first place,

not left me here to fester with
this hapless co...

Comedian.

I think that your
attitude is incompatible

with the post
of a parish secretary.

I think you're puerile
investigations

are incompatible with
the vocation of a priest.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a
consecration to prepare for.

Mrs Nettles, this is actually...
Yes? My study.

Goodbye, Fathers.

Oh, you can expect
the police at any moment.

I gather they're
very keen to interrogate you.

Ah, there you are, Father.

Something I thought
you should know.

The butler heard raised voices
last night at about ten o'clock,

Canon Fox and Lord Silk.

Then I will
return and follow that up.

I feel duty-bound
to retrieve my future bishop.

Even though he wants to banish
you to the other end of the country?

Brenda, it could be a way
to stop this ridiculous exchange.

I best get on.
Good luck, Father.

Likewise, Sergeant.

Father Lindsey is on
his way to the procathedral.

Are you still
able to lend him a hand?

I'm not sure what the point
is without the star of the show.

Well, I'll do anything to
get away from Edgar at the moment.

And I'm taking these to charity.

Do you think anyone will want them?
No.

I wholeheartedly agree, Father.

Shall we?

Hmm.

I've had a letter from Cambridge.
Oh, yes?

They've offered me a place.

I'm so proud of you, Martha.

Just a shame about
the timing. The timing?

Well, as I retire from
your mother's charitable work,

you'll be expected
to step into the breach.

But, Father,
It's all I've ever wanted.

Well, you wouldn't want to let your
mother down, would you, Martha?

Of course not.

My Lord, Father Brown.

Lady Martha.

Lord Silk, may I have a word?
I'll leave you both to it.

Take a seat, Father.

Scotch?
No, thank you.

Now, I gather there were
raised voices in this very room

last night between you and
Canon Fox. Oh. Ha-ha!

The notorious detective at work!

Yes. We...

We had a debate
about charitable endeavours.

I'm a major donor
to the diocese, Father,

furthering the interests
of my dear late wife.

Which are? She was abandoned
as a child by an unmarried mother.

Her work at the Good Refuge
meant everything to her.

Ah. Recently closed down.

Mm.

Yet, Damian, Canon Fox,

didn't feel it was a priority
to establish a new residence.

But where are these
women to go now, Father?

I implored him to think again.

What was his response?

He said he would.

So, Father,
now I need you to find him

so he can make good on that promise.

St Mary's presbytery.
Father, it's me.

Canon Fox.
Call off the search.

I assure you, I'm fine.

Where are you?

Indulging in
a period of contemplation

before my consecration.

Somewhere private.

I see.

And for what it's worth,
I regret what I said yesterday

about you not making trouble
amongst the Highland cattle.

I understand.

Thank you, Father.
May God be with you.

He's sending me a message.

On Friday, he said that
I wouldn't be able to cause trouble

amongst the sheep,
not Highland cattle.

He's telling me something's wrong.

So he really has been kidnapped.

Yes, but...why?

And by whom?

We had no luck identifying
the source of the telephone call,

I'm afraid,

and found nothing of interest at
Mrs Nettles' house or Silk Manor.

Can you imagine
the embarrassment

when he doesn't turn
up to his own consecration? Oh.

Which is exactly why I have my
superiors breathing down my neck.

And we have...two hours left.

It's time we collected Mrs Nettles.

Actually, would you mind if I had a
quick word with Isabel first?

Oh!

I'm so sorry. Finally!

Thank you, Edgar.

See, that wasn't so hard,
was it?

Oh, no, no, no.

I'm so sorry that
this is difficult to see now,

but I honestly believe
that you will come to see

this as a positive change.

And why is that?

Spending time in our new home,

and to visit Eddie,
and for holidays.

I mean, I...
I earn enough for both of us.

I can keep you now.
You deserve that.

But can't you see
I don't want to be kept?

And I detest...these!

Mrs Sullivan, calm down!

From now on, call me Mrs Devine.

Oh, dear. Father, just in time.

You won't believe what has happened.

Look at the
state of the place!

Has there anything
of value been taken?

Not as far as we can see.

I think we can assume
that information was the target

and given that this
was once Canon Fox's study,

pertinent to his kidnapping.

Bravo, Father.

That's all very well but,
Mrs Sullivan,

I needed to be at the
procathedral an hour ago.

We'll meet you there later.
Good luck, Fathers.

Miss Palmer, given your burgeoning
secretarial skills,

perhaps you could ascertain whether
anything is obviously missing.

I'll do my best.

I keep returning to what
Mrs Nettles said in here yesterday.

That she "knew where
the bodies were buried."

Did she mean literally?

What if she meant Bertie?

My uncle's diary.

19th of May, 1944.
"Breakthrough with Bertie Silk.

"He signed up as per my advice."

Making him see sense.

That would explain why
Lord Silk was so grateful

to Canon Fox in his speech.

I recall that Lady Martha
didn't look too happy to hear that.

What if she blamed
Canon Fox for her brother's death?

Mrs Sullivan?

Mrs Sullivan!

We need to get to Silk Manor.

I can see if
I can borrow that van.

Your investigative skills
are needed here, Miss Palmer.

Father, I have
a rather novel idea.

We could take Tindall,

but it would require some expert
coordination.

Bravo, Father Lindsey.

I do seem to
be getting the hang of it.

Argh, no!

A thousand apologies.
Accepted.

We must hurry.

Time is not on our side.

Of course.

Come along, Tindall.
The race is not yet won.

One hour, Chief Superintendent.
You better find him!

I have no choice but to get ready.

Perhaps all of
you should do the same.

I'll see you there.

How can I help you, Fathers?

Your brother, I presume.

Our glorious Bertie,
taken far too soon.

We used to love this place.

Tearing down the corridors,

getting lost in the hidey-holes.

Now it feels like a prison.

You must miss him terribly.

I think about him all the time,

but I can't pretend
he was happy here either.

He never quite
got along with my father.

What happened to your mother?

She died, giving birth to me.

I'm so sorry.

It seems it is my destiny
to carry on her good work.

I am to turn down
my place at Cambridge.

My father's wish.

Perhaps your mother's wishes
would have been quite different.

Perhaps she would have
preferred you live your own life

rather than one
prescribed by her absence.

My father doesn't think so.

I couldn't help noticing how you
reacted to his speech on Friday.

Bertie was exempted
with a nervous disposition,

yet it transpires that, thanks
the Canon Fox's intervention,

he signed up and was a
lamb to the slaughter in Normandy.

Lady Martha, I must ask,
are you responsible

for what has
happened to Cannon Fox?

I am not going to
dignify that with an answer.

Now, Fathers, if you'll excuse me,
I really must get ready.

Of course.
We will see ourselves out.

What do you think, Father?

I think Lady Martha has
the most compelling motive.

So what do we do now?

We must go to the
procathedral and tell them

that the
consecration must be postponed.

Think you can face another spin?

Miss Palmer!

Mr Trotter said I
could have it until four,

as long as I clean it out after.

Your ingenuity knows no bounds,
Miss Palmer.

Thank you, Father.

But pooh-ee! It's quite
the fishy whiff. Yeah, sorry.

Well done, Miss Palmer.
Did you find anything?

Just this.

Misfiled.

Looks like Mrs Nettles isn't that
good at her job after all.

Heavens, no.

She's appalling at
anything actually secretarial.

It's from the War Office.

11 years ago.

"The favour has been granted
and must never be spoken of again."

Mrs Nettles said she knew where
the bodies were buried, or not.

Perhaps, on this occasion,
Canon Fox was doing a good deed.

Of course!

The hidey-holes.

The what?

You two, go, hold them
off as long as you can.

I will get in there.

Good luck, Father!

Godspeed!

Canon Fox, are you all right?

What took you so long?!

Well, your whereabouts
were not immediately apparent.

I know who did this and why.

Yes, yes, just get me out of here!

We will get you
to your consecration on time.

I'm afraid not.

I really wish you
hadn't interfered, Father.

Just along here.
Thank you.

Oh!

Well?

He'll be here any minute.

45 minutes.
If they're not here by then,

we'll all have egg on our faces.

They'll be here.

I assure you,
Father Brown will keep his word.

He'd better, or
you are going to have to get

up there and give
everyone the bad news yourself.

Oh, dear.

What is that awful smell?

Oh!

For goodness' sake, Rufus,
put the gun down!

If I leave now, I can still make it.

You lied to me.

I know what happened.
You know nothing, Father!

You learned something
truly shocking at the party.

The Bishop's Palace is
where I belong,

at your right hand.

Frankly, I can
think of nothing worse.

I'm sorry?!

Mrs Nettles, you are undoubtedly the
worst secretary I've ever had.

The notion that I'd employ
you again is quite ludicrous.

And what if I let
slip about what you've done?

How do you
think Lord Silk would react

to knowing his son is still alive?

You were supposed to be my friend.
He is.

You said yourself
that he supported your family.

Bertie went to him for help.

Faced with intolerable pressure
to sign up,

but of a painfully
nervous disposition,

in need of a way out,
which Canon Fox provided.

There might be another way, Bertie.

He betrayed me.

Understandably, you wanted
to know the truth...

Put your hand on this
and swear to me,

is my son really dead?!

Please, Rufus, let it go. No!

Even if I did know anything,
I wouldn't be able to tell you.

Oh, I think you will!

..but you lost control.

You attempted to misdirect.

You staged a break-in.

The marks from the priest hole door
gave you away.

And your search of Canon Fox's
previous study proved fruitless.

I must know what happened.

Canon Fox will never break
the seal of the confessional.

He is bound by it, as am I.

You didn't take his confession,

so you will tell me.

Where is Bertie?

I don't know.

Then we're back where we started.

Rufus, I believe
you are a good man,

but I think you know
why this happened.

Would you do me the courtesy
of telling me?

Bertie was full of fear.
Of course he was.

The boy was emotionally incontinent.

He could never have fought
in the war,

but you desperately
clung to the fiction

that he signed up and died
a hero's death,

which blinded you to the real truth.

The thing he was most afraid of...

..was you.

Poppycock.

Listen to Father Brown.

I'm so sorry, Rufus.

No...

No.

It's lies.

You leave me no choice.

Please, God, forgive me.

Lord Silk, if you do this,
you will surely face the gallows.

But if you confess and repent...

..you may see your son again.

A gift denied to so many parents.

How could he do this to me?

Now that the truth is out,
I hope one day

you will be able to ask him
that question yourself.

That's it, I won't wait any longer.

There is still a minute.

Go inside and tell them
it's all off.

Now!

Mrs Nettles,
has it escaped your notice

that you work for Father Lindsey,
not the other way around?

I have complete faith
in Father Brown,

who has never let me down.
Hear, hear!

And as if on cue...

Tindall saves the day!

Praise be! Tindall?
Tindall the tandem.

Apologies for cutting it
a bit fine.

Where is Lord Silk?

I'm afraid he will not be
in attendance.

My vestments, now!

At once, Uncle.

Mrs Nettles, please announce
there will be a short delay.

Me?!

Chop, chop, Mrs Nettles.

You need to put that away.

Most Reverend Father...

..our Holy Mother,
the Catholic Church...

..demands of me

to promote the priest here present

to the heavy office of a bishop.

Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Henceforth, now and forever.

May the Almighty God, the Father

and the Son and the Holy Ghost,
bless you.

Amen.

Amen.

Suffice to say, it has been
an eventful few days,

which have served to highlight
that I am only as effective

as those who work tirelessly
in my diocese.

Those priests who go beyond
the call of duty

and without whom I would not be
standing before you today.

Isabel?

All's well that ends well.

Sir, Lord Silk is now
safely held in custody.

Thanks to Father Brown
as opposed to you.

Thank you for Bertie.

I'll write to him.

I'm sure he'll be in touch.

But your father will need you now.

I'll go and see him,

and Bertie, of course,

from Cambridge.

I've been offered a place,
which I'm going to accept.

And what of your mother's
charitable interests?

My father can pay someone
to look after them.

I've come to realise
they're not my burden to bear.

Goodbye, Bishop Fox.

Thank you, Lady Martha.

Congratulations, my lord.

I was hoping, my lord,
after what has happened,

you might reconsider
the clerical exchange.

Father Brown, you have been truly
indispensable these last few days.

But Father MacDougall
is on his way here.

A priest must be sent
to take his place.

You must send him back.

Father Brown saved your life.

Will you show the bishop
some respect?!

Oh, put a sock in it, Mrs Nettles!

Bishop Fox, I've had my own
clashes with Father Brown,

but his contributions to Kembleford
far outweigh his duties as a priest.

He has helped me... No.

In fact, he has solved
many a case,

ably assisted by my beautiful wife.

And me!

Yes.

Please, I implore you,
do everything in your power

to keep Father Brown
in his rightful place.

The Inspector's right.
We need Father Brown.

Please, don't send him away.

These are moving tributes,

but wheels have been set in motion
that I cannot stop.

I'm sorry.

Uncle.

Bishop. My lord.

If it is essential that a priest
be sent in return...

..then I will send myself.

Osmond, no. In fact, it will be
the greatest honour of my life

to do this for the greatest man
I've ever met.

I refuse.
And I refuse your refusal.

I've always wanted to visit
the Highlands of Scotland.

I hear they have
very strange cattle.

Well, I am not going there
with you.

I must confess to feeling relieved.

And as Father MacDougall is bringing
his own parish secretary...

Looks like you're out of a job.

Urgh!

On your own head be it.

I don't know what to say.

Say you'll write.

We all will, won't we, Edgar?
Yes.

From now on,
I will do just as I'm told.

You're all right, you know?

Sorry I thought you were a murderer
when we first met.

And I think you are positively
teeming with promise, Miss Palmer.

What a fine parish secretary
you'll make one day.

Oh, good,

because I've got an idea.

Lady Martha and Lord Bertie
have been reunited.

Turns out he was working
as a librarian in Largs.

Oh, how wonderful.

Father, I will never forget
what you did.

I'm just glad I could help.

What an adventure this
is going to be. I can't wait.

Where's Brenda?
You'd think she would...

Oh.

I thought I best make this quick.

There's a parish secretary job
going and I think I can do it.

I know you can.

Is this really goodbye?

It's goodbye to the girl
who couldn't read

and was only good at mopping floors.

She's gone, thanks to you two.

No...

..that was because of you,
Brenda Palmer.

We couldn't be more proud.

Besides, someone needs to look
after that one over there.

And I know Father Brown
is in the best hands.

Goodbye, Father.

You know what you mean to me.

I'll write every week.
You'll be sick of my letters.

I doubt that.

Will we ever see you again?
Course you will.

I best...
We've got a train to catch.

I hope it all goes well up there.
I'm quite sure it will.

I hear the English are
spectacularly popular in Scotland.

What can possibly go wrong?

And away we go!

Godspeed.

Father, Mrs Sullivan...

Yes? I just wanted to say...

..I will miss you so much.

The feeling is entirely mutual.

End of an era, Father.

And now we have an empty nest.

Because she's flying.

Yes...

..she is.

Subtitles corrected by DB