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God of all you survey, Father.

It is an extraordinary achievement.

Congratulations, Joe, and you, Peter.

Peter did all the hard work.

You think he's joking.

Oh, they keep on coming.

You must be proud of your husband, Jennifer.

Not enough to forgive him for abandoning me these last three years.

No tears for my wife, please, Father. I lost her to amateur dramatics years ago.

And you were wonderful in The Provoked Wife last month. Thank you, Father.

Is that St Mary's?

Mark! Glad you like it.

I'd already had their models made. I hope you don't mind.

Nice to see them again.

Have you heard from them, Father?

Mrs McCarthy wrote from Ireland last week.

She says she misses Kembleford, but she's sure she made the right decision

move back.

Her wayward sister has suffered another heartbreak.

What about Bunty?

She's on safari in Africa, having the adventure of a lifetime.

Kembleford's lost, though.

Well, you can't keep a butterfly in a jar, can you, Father?

No.

Hey!

Oh, will you excuse us?

You can take the girls if you like.

Feeling abandoned, Father?

Yes, well, Inspector Mallory's successor has been delayed.

They asked for someone to fill in for a few days.

Thought you'd had your fill of Kembleson.

I needed a port in the storm.

I discovered my boss had been lining his pockets accepting bribes from an East

End mob.

His hearing is tomorrow. He's clearly in for the job.

Let's just say things have been a little tense in Special Branch.

I can imagine.

Speaking of tense...

I hear Inspector Mallory asked to be transferred as far away from you as

possible.

Inspector Mallory assured me he was moving to Scotland for the Gulf.

And I have no reason to doubt him.

Chief Inspector?

Father?

Funny, seeing yourself like that.

Excellent likeness, Sergeant.

Really?

Grover!

What are you doing here? I paid like everyone else, Joe.

Oh, it's an ambush by the parish council.

Got to be honest, I prefer your two -inch version.

You're not welcome here, Grover. Oh, I gather that.

You know, my houses are a darn side prettier than those eyesores.

What a shame you won't get a chance to build them in Kembleford. No one wants

you in this village, so why not do the dignified thing and pack your bags?

See you tonight at the village hall.

Mrs Jones, what, may I ask, appeals to you most about the position of parish

secretary?

Well, Father, I love the smell of churches. To be honest, I need an excuse

get out of the house.

If Mrs McCarthy did it, how difficult can it be?

You need help, Father.

I do, Mrs. Burns.

I am thorough, tidy, and highly organized.

With me in charge, you will be free to concentrate entirely on the Lord's work.

And as a regular member of St. Mary's congregation, I need hardly question

commitment to the Lord. I haven't missed a Sunday Mass since I was eight.

I recite the entire Penny Catechism off by heart.

Not even Mrs. McCarthy could manage that.

I will let you know my decision by this evening, Mrs. Burns.

That is acceptable.

Good day, Father.

Good day to you.

Mrs. McCarthy, I think we have just found your natural successor.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Father.

Oh, it's a bit of a wardrobe drama.

Mrs. Divine, isn't it?

Yes. Or Isabel. Whichever, really.

Please. Oh, thank you.

So, this is it.

Kembelford's very own 221B Baker Street.

It's not normally this untidy. Oh, you should see my house.

Chaos.

Mrs McCarthy and I both enjoyed your performance in The Provoked Wife.

Oh, a minor role.

Jennifer Mossop completely stole the show.

I understand you're heavily involved in the Kembleford Players.

Oh, yes.

Acting, selling tickets, mending the set. It's my great passion.

Plenty of room for God as well, of course.

As long as he doesn't clash with rehearsals.

Would I be allowed to join in your investigations?

The successful candidate could certainly get involved if he were so inclined.

Wonderful.

But that is, of course, only a small part of my work here.

Absolutely. First and foremost, the parish secretary must have a tidy,

and organised mind. Oh, I like to think my organised, tidy and... Efficient?

Efficient mind is...

Excellent. In that case, would you mind taking a look at this sheet of accounts

from St Mary's? Of course.

I see.

Interesting.

Very interesting, in fact.

Any observations?

I love Kembleford.

I was born here. So was my late father.

The last thing I would do is threaten what makes our village so special.

This is how you show your love for Kembleford?

200 houses that we don't want, built on our precious green fields.

The only people that will benefit from this travesty of a plan are my sister

here and that snake oil salesman over there.

Perhaps our village could benefit from new people, Brendan.

Change isn't always bad. With respect, Scarlet, we don't want Kembleford to

change. We want it to stay exactly as it is.

Hundreds more customers for your shops.

Hundreds more people putting money on your tables.

Now, your parish council insists that that doesn't matter to you.

I wonder if that's true.

What you catch, you can...

Great Harry Grover.

Don't worry, after the vote tomorrow, that idiot will be gone from Timberford

for good.

Thank God.

Chief Inspector.

Isabel.

Mrs Devine, hello.

You're back?

Just for a few days.

I'll sit in the car, sir.

Yes.

So, how is your husband?

Oh, Ronald passed away.

I'm very sorry.

He was a good man.

Yes, he was.

Thank you.

Ah, er... Good day to you. Mr.

Devine.

Might I have a word?

Of course, Father.

Thank you for your enthusiastic interview.

Oh, not at all. Thank you.

I'm afraid I'm giving the position to another candidate.

Oh, no.

A difficult decision, I can assure you.

And now I'm very much looking forward to your next performance at the Kembleford

Place. Of course.

Thank you, Father.

Well, if you'll excuse me.

Dispenser. Thank you.

Ha -ha!

Hello, Mrs. Devine.

Father.

Peter.

You wanted to see me.

Yes. To ask a small favor, actually.

The parish council would like you to be the independent observer at the Stretton

Meadow vault this evening.

Having you there may help to, well, diffuse the tension.

Ah, yes. Well, I would be delighted.

Marvelous. Thank you. Oh, excuse me.

Hello again, Joe.

And what are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

Nothing was stolen, in case you were wondering, Father.

Ah, much obliged to you, Sergeant.

No sign of a struggle.

It would appear that poor Joe knew his assailant.

Thank you, Father. I've got that far.

Joe used to walk his dog along this path at exactly the same time every day.

I used to see him when I was visiting.

We would obviously have found that out too in due course.

And there is something else you may wish to consider, Chief Inspector.

Yes?

Earlier today, when I was at the model village, I found that the miniature

figurine of Joe had been moved into this exact spot.

Someone clearly...

heard about the murder and moved him to his last resting place.

Except that according to Joe's daily dog -walking routine, he was murdered

within the last hour, and his statue was moved at least two hours ago.

Hang on, Father.

Are you saying you saw some kind of prediction of this murder?

Prediction?

Anticipation? Not sure.

I'm not sure we're ready to bring voodoo into this just yet.

Given the tensions in the village hall last night, I'd like to speak to that

developer, Harry Grover.

I can show you where he's staying.

Leaving us so soon, Mr Grover.

I'm a realist.

Meaning?

You were there last night.

Only a madman would believe the Pirate Castle will vote for my development now.

Well, the vote just got a bit closer.

Joe Telford is dead.

What? Stabbed on the footpath just two minutes away.

Poor chap, that's terrible. We understand. He walked down that path at

time every morning.

Why the hell would I kill Joe Telford? I already told you. It's not a matter of

love cause.

Anger. Bitterness.

When were you between nine and ten this morning?

Here. Packing.

Alone.

£150.

Quite a son.

Well, I gave it all away last night.

What can I say? I'm a generous man.

I estimate your largest last night to be nearer 50 pounds.

I had to carry cash.

Well, you're going to rest me for that.

You lost a very dear friend.

I'm sorry.

It was the other half of me.

You've got a nerve.

I'm paying my respects like you are, Brendan.

I'm very sorry for your loss, Peter.

But this has nothing to do with us.

You're happy to cash in on the soil carrying our father's ashes.

What else are you capable of?

Give it a rest.

You're so full of anger at what Dad did. You can't see straight anymore.

Is everything all right, sir?

No.

My corrupted boss has just been cleared of all charges.

I thought you said you caught him red -handed. I did.

It's a sit -up.

Travesty.

So what are you going to do now, sir?

The moment I clear this case up, I'm going straight back to London.

That snake isn't getting away with this.

Clear that up.

Oh, Father.

Mrs. Burns.

Oh!

Our two o 'clock meeting.

I waited at St. Mary's for over an hour.

I'm so sorry.

Events have rather... You heard about poor Joe Telford? Oh, a good man.

Though his attendance at mass could be erratic.

Well, I found his miniature lying here in the exact spot where he was killed.

An hour before the crime took place.

Do we suppose that the murderer put him here?

We?

Don't ask me.

I just want to get started. What with the choir arriving this afternoon and

votive candles to order.

I'm afraid our tour of St Mary's would have to wait, Mrs Burns. Oh. I fear a

woman's life is in danger.

Jennifer.

She's not breathing.

You mind your head, sir.

You're claiming this murder was also announced at the model village?

Yes.

Do you have any explanation for this strangeness?

No.

Well, while you muse over that, I'm going to do the old -fashioned thing of

charging the man found standing over the body holding this.

Same size of knife that killed Joe.

Grover's blade of choice, it seems.

Why would Jennifer meet Harry Grover? He was the enemy.

Everyone had their price, Father.

Found in Grover's jacket pocket.

He was trying to bribe her.

I was on my way to East Barrett to discuss...

As I drove past Dread and Meadow, I recognised Jennifer's car in the lay

I stopped, looked over the stile, and I saw her.

I mean, I tried to help her. I took out the knife, but... Here's what really

happened. You arranged to meet Jennifer Mossop in that field to pay her a bribe.

She turned you down, didn't she? You saw your chance of a big payday slipping

away. The red mist descended, same as when Joe Telford turned down your dirty

money. Oh!

None of that happened.

What have I done?

Why is God punishing me?

Peter, I wish I could give you an easy answer.

Harry Grover will hang, I assume. I don't believe he's the culprit.

The man's guilt is as clear as day.

But Harry's no fool. If he killed Jennifer and Joe, he'd have covered his

tracks.

Only a fool would have thought that Kembelford would have voted for his

proposal.

I think he's been framed. And if I'm right, and the killer is still at large,

then you two need to be extremely vigilant.

Father Brown!

Oh, Father Brown!

I'm looking forward to helping you. There's a good way.

Mrs. Brown, can we wait?

Not really.

You see, it's about Jennifer.

Jennifer!

Actually, I've killed Father Brown.

Oh, thank the Lord.

Are you all right, Father?

I'm not sure yet.

Don't worry.

I'm an experienced first aider.

I drove ambulances in the war.

Tell me where it hurts.

Nowhere. Are you sure?

Yes.

Nature's own mattress.

Oh.

Hopefully fast.

Not fast enough to avoid you, Mrs. Devine.

Now, you say you have some information?

Yes.

Harry Grover was cast to play Jennifer's lover, constant in The Provoked Wife.

Yes. Well, after the first few rehearsals, Harry admitted he was only

to win support for his development.

Jennifer was furious, and she insisted that Mildred, the director, replace him.

Anything else?

Mrs. Divine, before you dislodged me from my bicycle, I was on my way to

to a key suspect in the murders of Jennifer Mossop and Joe Telfrit.

Oh, this is just typical of me.

Diving in and messing things up.

Enthusiasm is an admirable quality, Mrs. Divine.

Most of the time.

I'm so sorry, Father.

It's been two years since my Ronald died, and, well, I suppose I was just

desperate for some excitement.

And the prospect of working with the great Father Brown, solving crimes and

having these marvellous adventures, well, I just really, really wanted that

job.

I'm sorry.

Oh, no, no need to apologise.

Father, I would have given it to Mrs. Burns, too.

The rehearsals between Harry and Jennifer, how were

they?

I... I don't know.

I wasn't there.

Ah.

Well, good day, Mrs. Devine.

Good day, Father.

Peter Mossack is a good man.

He doesn't deserve this.

Your father's ashes really scattered on Streatham Meadow.

It was his favourite spot in the world.

And yet you want to build houses on it.

Yes.

Because that's the only way I can keep his beloved farm going.

I've got debts, Father, huge ones.

I promised Dad I'd keep this place going.

Turns out I'm not as good at farming as I thought.

So you need to win this vote.

I didn't kill them, though, if that's what you're thinking.

When Jennifer was murdered, I was working flat out here.

Tom will back me up.

Why did you fall out with Brendan?

My brother has all these principles, these funny ideas.

No chemicals, no harming animals.

He's one of those vegetarians.

He used to insult Dad.

Tell him he was a dinosaur.

They fell out, and when Dad died, he left me the farm.

Brendan's been furious with me ever since.

Does your brother know about your debts?

God, no. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

I can already see the smile on his face when we lose the boat tonight.

On a majority decision of two to one, the development of Streatham Meadow has

been approved.

What? That can't be.

How could you, you hypocrite? It wasn't me, Peter, as you well know.

And you got what you wanted.

As usual.

Why did you do that?

Ladies and gentlemen, please. Thank you, Father.

I can handle myself.

This is the end of Campbellville.

Who knows, Mrs Burns?

Having new people in the village might be a good idea.

Yes. What kind of people would they be, Father?

Father Brown, if Peter or Brendan voted in favour of the development, doesn't

that make them a murder suspect?

It does indeed, Mrs Simone.

It was, hasn't it?

I can't believe Brenda betrayed her.

Betrayed Joe and Jennifer.

If it's any comfort, no houses will be built whilst Harry Grover is in a cell

charged with murder.

Thank goodness.

Can I get you a drink, Father?

A little early for me, but perhaps a glass of water.

Of course.

After the vote, I spoke to Mildred, who directed The Provoked Wife.

Apparently, Jennifer's scenes with Harry were electric.

Mildred was devastated when she had to replace Harry.

Well, that is interesting.

The rehearsals for The Provoked Wife, were they every evening?

Lord, no. Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Why?

I think I will pay Harry Grover a visit.

Get me a confession, Father.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Aren't you going to congratulate me on my stunning victory?

No. I'm not sure you ever really wanted to win that boat.

Chief Inspector Sullivan got it wrong.

You did arrange to meet Jennifer in Streatham Meadow, but not to bribe her.

What?

All of the players meet on Tuesdays and Thursdays. But Jennifer told Peter she

was rehearsing four or five evenings a week.

So... I believe that she met you on those other evenings.

I also believe that Truth will be your friend.

In there, Harry.

I signed up for the play to win Jennifer's vote.

I didn't plan on falling in love with her.

So why did Jennifer get you fired from the production?

It was getting quite intense between us.

She was afraid people would realise what was going on.

The packed bags, the cash withdrawal.

You were planning to run away together.

That was why you met her in Streatham Meadow.

When I got there, um, Jennifer, uh, she was, uh, already,

um... I mean, I asked her who did it, but she couldn't speak.

But who took out the knife?

I was holding her when she was.

How did you arrange to meet her?

Did you know about Jennifer and Harry?

I saw her coming out of his house one evening.

When she was supposed to be at a rehearsal.

Didn't think I could hate the man more than I already did.

What did you say to Jennifer?

I said nothing.

And I did nothing.

Why, Peter?

Because I knew turning a blind eye was the best chance I had of holding on to

her.

Harry would lose the vote and leave Camberford. The affair would end and

Jennifer would come back to me.

I had it all worked out. Everything was going to be fine.

I'm still keeping up the act, I see, Brent.

I believe the police graphologist will identify one of these as your

handwriting.

Why on earth would the police be interested?

Because it would make you a suspect in Jennifer and Joe's murder investigation.

Father, what I'm about to tell you is in utmost confidence.

You have my word.

You're right.

I did vote for the development.

Compromising your principles and gifting your sister a fortune.

Why? Because I want to save Streatham Farm.

On my last visit to St.

Scarlet, I spotted a bank letter about her mountain of debt.

Well, not everything made sense.

If she doesn't build on Streatham Meadow, she'll have to sell the farm.

But why does it matter to you?

Your father defamed you and cut you out of his will. I disagreed with my father,

but I never ever wanted us to lose the farm.

If Jennifer and Joe had still been alive, you'd still have lost the vote.

but they weren't. I saw an opportunity and I went for it.

You're barking up the wrong tree if you think I killed them.

I couldn't even wring a chicken's neck.

Oh, Father, I was seeking inspiration.

Great minds think alike.

I was putting the suspect where they say they were when Joe was murdered.

Oh. Oh, that's Harry.

At home, packing.

Brendan has just admitted that he voted for the development.

Why? To save Streatham Farm. Gosh.

He was in Hambleston talking to a farmer about natural farming methods when Joe

was murdered.

Right.

Joe and Jennifer's models were moved before they died.

Maybe the murderer is using the model village as a sort of map to choose the

best place for murder.

Did you move me, Mrs Devine?

Brendan is not the killer.

Right. Scarlet.

Her farmhand swears he was with her at the time of Jennifer's death, so that

counts her out.

Which leaves Peter and Harry.

Peter has a motive for killing Jennifer.

But he would never have murdered Joe.

That's one thing everyone can agree on.

Yes, everyone does agree on that.

On a pronomous.

I need to get to the police station.

I'll come with you. No, continue your search for the smaller me and please be

alert. If I'm right, the killer is one of the most troubled souls I have ever

known.

Father.

Where are you off to?

To tell Chief Inspector Sullivan he's got the wrong person.

The Streatham Meadow controversy was just a smokescreen for the real murder

motive, wasn't it, Peter?

Which was?

A few days ago, you found a note from Harry to Jennifer

arranging to meet at Streatham Meadow.

To discuss leaving you.

I imagine that that was the first time you realized that they were having an

affair.

In your anger, you decided that they both deserved the ultimate punishment.

Peter. Hello, darling.

Why are you here?

To tell you I love you.

Come here my angel.

Goodbye Jennifer.

Quite the theory, Father.

However, you seem to have forgotten that the person that killed Jennifer also

killed Joe.

You knew that when Jennifer's affair with Harry came to light, you'd be the

murder suspect.

But you calculated that the best way to deflect suspicion and to save yourself

from the gallows was to murder Joe.

You killed an entirely innocent man that you loved as a brother.

Evil can take men to places.

You still surprise me.

Too clever by half, Father.

Harry Grover's in a cell.

You kill me.

That will prove his innocence.

All those dangerous criminals you've helped put away.

All those grudges.

When the police find you here dead, they won't know where to start.

The first thing I did when I found that note was to show it to Joe.

He told me he already knew about the affair.

He said he'd seen Jennifer come out of Harry's house on his dog walks.

Said he'd kept it quiet because he wanted to spare me.

But I knew the real reason.

He was worried I'd be distracted from finishing the model village.

Didn't tell him how angry I felt.

But it made the blade going a little easier.

You did.

I owe you, Father.

Five pounds in the collection box should cover it.

So, are you ready to build Kembleford's future?

I can't stay here.

Not without Jennifer.

Where will you go?

No idea, but I'll find some place soon, I'm sure.

People may stamp and shirt, but Britain needs houses. That isn't going to

change.

Thanks again, Father.

I see you've lost none of your recklessness, Father.

Still, I can now get back to London.

I'd like to say it's been a pleasure.

At least it's been brief.

Chief Inspector.

Telephone call from London, sir.

Father?

Where on earth have you been, Father?

Mrs. Burns.

What's happened?

You ordered the wrong candles.

And you forgot to mention the auto -service practice in the newsletter.

I think we need a discussion about your priorities, Father.

Yes, Mrs Burns.

I think we probably do.

Hello, Father.

You two seem surprisingly cheerful.

Scarlett's asked me to help run the farm with her.

If we work together, we think we might just be able to save it.

No chemicals, though.

That sounds like a marvellous plan.

Excuse me.

Mrs Devine. Oh, Father, I was just bringing you home. Thank you.

Mrs Devine, I've suggested to Mrs Burns that she look for alternative

employment. Gosh, why?

Most of Kembleford seems very happy to stand still, but I think it needs a

change. I think Kembleford needs somebody...

More open -minded.

More tolerant of the world and of me.

And... And someone who drives a car like an ambulance.

Yippee!

A

quick

confession, Father.

I haven't been to mass since Christmas Day.

Yes, I know.

Still here, Chief Inspector?

Inspector Mallory's successor has pulled out, and my underhanded scheming boss

has me transferred here on a permanent basis.

And since disappointment... Disappointment? Oh,

if I can prove it, the old time's stuck in this.

Godforsaken backwater for good.

It's dreadful news, Chief Inspector, really.

Why did Inspector Mallory's successor pull out?

He was put off by stories of an interfering priest.

It's fine.

You never know.

Maybe he'll get used to it. Maybe he will.