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Enjoying the view?

Some kind of beast, like a white tiger, but bigger.

Interesting. What is it?

Oh, coffee.

My first go at brewing some.

Have I boiled it all right?

Looks delicious.

Well, try it.

The big cat's been hanging around for days.

Go on.

Shoot.

Just looking for a home.

Speaking of felines, have you read about the big cat attack?

Apparently,

there's loads of wild cats around here.

The Nazis parachuted them in so they'd eat all of our livestock.

I don't think they did.

According to local socialite, Sylvia Garcia, it resembled a white tiger or

leopard. Where was this?

The village of Wedlock.

Ah.

I remember reading an article a few years ago about a mythical white beast

haunted the village.

What? So it's not just a big cat, but some sort of a ghost or phantom?

Try not to worry, Sam.

I'm sure he'll turn up.

He said he was just coming out for a swim.

What's that?

They're Gabriel's.

It's ribs.

Looks like animal fur.

So does that mean Gabriel was attacked as well?

What did the police say about your feline encounter?

Well, it was clear they didn't take it that seriously.

Suggested it might have been a big dog.

Typical Flatfoot.

No imagination.

And they weren't impressed that we'd gone to the press before them.

So, how much longer will you be staying?

I'm almost done.

So, I should be gone by next week.

Next week.

I thought you said it would only be a couple of days.

Don't be like that.

Surely you like having a husband around.

Ex -husband.

Just like old times.

Duchess, how are you?

Oh, more to the point, how are you?

You're lucky you weren't killed. Well, whatever it was seems startled.

It clawed at me, then it ran back into the woods.

Apparently, my grandfather was killed while being chased by such a beast.

He fell to his death down a well.

Really? Although his fall was probably more to do with him being drunk.

Of course, that was in the days when my family owned the manor house.

So, you think this place is cursed?

I don't think.

I know.

I'm very happy to cycle there. I wouldn't hear of it, Father.

So we've got a big cat on the loose, an ancient legend, a missing person.

Talk about a triple -edged mystery.

Well, where are you two off to?

Wedlock, where the white beast was seen.

Oh, what?

You're going hunting for it? Not exactly.

The local vicar, the Reverend Duncan, is an old friend of mine. He's asked me to

help. Oh, well, I don't mind lending a hand.

Six eyes are better than four.

Let's go to the butchers and get some big cat bait.

What do you think?

Park our beef.

Ignoring me now, are you?

Coward.

It's all your fault.

Spreading your vicious rumours about me.

That's not true.

Do good like you make me sick.

Everything was fine until you arrived.

I just told him what people were saying, that he was spending too much time

with... Go on.

Spit it out. With a divorcee who has, well, a reputation.

Reputation? He had a right to know.

Ever since you moved into the vicarage, you have been poisoning him against me.

I'm not listening to this.

You have ruined everything.

You'd better watch your back.

I think she's half -cut.

Plenty of places in them one for a big cat to hide.

Father Brown!

Reverend Duncan, good to see you.

May I introduce you to my panel secretary, Mrs Devine? Hello.

And... Ah.

Thank you so much for agreeing to help, Father. I really am grateful.

Do you have any news of your church warden's son?

No.

The police are slow to respond as he's only been missing a day, but with white

fur and his ripped clothes and something of a snow leopard or tiger.

You're worried.

Sam, please meet Father Brown.

Got you, Corporal.

Corporal Sam Wadey.

It's been a long time.

I thought you were killed.

I was captured by the Germans.

Spent the end of the war as a prisoner.

How long have you been in the village of Wedlock?

Just a few months.

After my wife died.

Needed a new start.

I rejoice to see you.

I take it you two were close.

The trenches were out on earth.

All we had was each other.

Sam was the bravest man I ever saw.

What are you doing?

Oh, um, I think, um, I think I found something.

That is way too big to have been done by a dog.

That's because it's horse dung.

Now, over there was where we discovered Gabriel's clothes.

They'd been ripped.

You mean clawed.

Possibly.

Are you familiar with the local legend?

Yeah, about the big cat being a ghost.

They say that a Buddhist monk gave...

A white cat to the Duchess's amphitheater. At the Duchess? A local

Her family used to own the village.

The cat was a huge beast called the Biaco.

It died through neglect.

As revenge, it returns every hundred years to attack the sinful.

Well, spooky. Sounds like a story. It's a scared children.

Absolutely. Other than amateur zoologists, I've travelled throughout

Africa, and there's no such thing as a Biaco beast.

Where is the cat seen?

Mrs. Garcia said it jumped out of her just over there.

Forgive me, Father. I need to go and prepare my service.

Of course.

I'll see you back at the church.

Oh, Sam will answer any questions you may have.

I think I will talk to the Duchess and Mrs. Garcia.

Good luck with the Duchess.

She can be very volatile.

doing?

You used to love me touching you. Yes, when we were married.

Just because we're no longer together doesn't mean that we can't.

But you know I'm in love with Gabriel.

Can't see the appeal myself.

I mean, what's he got that I haven't?

Well, we both know where Gabriel is.

And he's not.

Coming back.

Mrs. Garcia?

Yes? Father Brown.

I wonder if I might ask you about the big cat you saw. Oh, if you don't mind,

I'd just like to forget about it. I didn't mean to upset you.

That must be the big cat.

The Viaco beast.

It's very striking.

Come here, brother!

Don't touch it.

It's still drying.

Oh, and that's got to be the Duchess.

Good morning, Your Grace.

Father Brown.

I wanted to ask you about your...

Ancestors' connection to the Biaco beast.

And whether there was a link with the church warden's son's disappearance.

Sam Wadey can rot in hell for all I care.

What a delightful woman.

She's a rape maddy bum.

Faster and faster it comes.

Tearing the land apart.

problem, Sam.

I'm not sure.

Doors are usually open by this time.

From past to present.

From dream to dream.

Eternity is the cause of death.

We can do it.

Call the police.

See where they go?

The door's open.

Mr. Sullivan, I didn't realize wedlock came under your jurisdiction.

It's the furthest point, and the last place I'd expect to see Father Brown.

Sir, there's more over there by the door.

Why, sir.

Well, don't look at me.

Look at the scratches on his neck.

And the gash on the back of the head.

Maybe the cat attacked him, and then he hit his head on the pulpit.

Excuse me, madam.

Mother, this is a crime scene. Please, stand back.

Is it true?

Is he really dead?

Is he... They

found

white fur near the Reverend Duncan's body.

Just like with Gabriel.

So do I have to accept that he's dead too?

A son shouldn't die before his father. It's not natural.

We don't yet know what's happened to him.

So you don't think he's dead?

There's no blood on Gabriel's clothes.

If there is a big cat loose, perhaps he just found Gabriel's clothes and mauled

them.

So where is he?

I don't know.

But I promise you I will do everything I can to find out.

You were close with him, weren't you?

We used to be.

In what way exactly?

Mutual interest.

We both loved animals.

I hear he was some kind of amateur zoologist. Did he own any dangerous pet?

No.

It wasn't an animal, but... Yes?

I saw Samway do tag him.

When?

Yesterday.

In the churchyard.

They were arguing and he hit him in the face.

Terrible news about the Reverend Duncan.

Father Brown, I was an old friend of his.

Yes.

It's a real tragedy.

Such a lovely man.

There is talk of an exotic wild cat.

Do you think it could be the culprit?

I'm open to all possibilities.

Now, if you don't mind.

But... I couldn't help noticing your reaction in the church.

You seemed surprised that white fur was found by the Reverend Duncan's body.

You know, this is exactly why I converted to the Church of England.

I'm sorry? No more priests dicking their noses into other people's business.

Well, that went well. He's obviously hiding something.

Yes.

My son and I moved in with the Reverend about five months ago.

You didn't know him before then? No.

I came here to be the new church warden.

I'm not from around here.

I've just found Gabriel's diary, sir.

The last entry makes very interesting reading. What do you mean?

If Dad found out, he'd kill me.

Oh.

Well?

Well, it's a figure of speech. I don't know.

Maybe we was talking about swimming naked in the lake.

Really?

Well, let's look at the facts.

Reverend Duncan is dead.

Winnethead, you attacked him yesterday. Your son is missing, and he wrote that

you'd kill him. Now, hang on a minute. Arrest him, Sergeant.

You think I killed my own boy?

Most victims are known to their killers.

Sam Wadey?

I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Reverend Duncan.

You're not obliged to say anything, but anything you say may be given in

evidence. You don't look convinced, Father.

Yeah, coppers never get it right.

I need to find out about Sam Wadey's alleged assault with the Reverend

What was that? Something in the woods.

We should investigate.

He was my friend, too.

He had a brazen on his forehead.

Is that where Sam hit him?

Yes.

The date on this painting is a few days ago.

And yet you said that Sam attacked him yesterday.

Well, maybe I got it wrong. Maybe I painted it today.

I know you have a grudge against Sam Wadey.

But your lies could see him hanged. If it wasn't for him, then we'd have been

together.

The Reverend and I, we... We had something.

That is no reason. And now he's dead.

I know you are grieving, Your Grace, but you need to tell the police.

Then I'm afraid I will.

We're making you different.

Because it's just... You're worth against both.

What are we even supposed to be looking for?

You'll know when you find it.

Holy cow!

I'm not mold -worn, Stang.

Hello?

Anybody there?

There is no way I'm going back into them woods.

There is definitely something in there.

Just listen to me.

He would say something. He could hang.

Just... Keep quiet for now.

I just need to keep the interest going a little longer.

Sounds like they know something.

We have to tell Father Brown.

I knew there was something dodgy about that professor.

Yeah.

You all right?

Yeah,

I just... I can't stop thinking about that carcass. It was totally stripped to

flesh. Whatever attacked it certainly had a big appetite.

Oh,

he's waking up.

Are you all right, Father?

Never better.

Bunty.

Bunty?

Oh, great.

Did you call them? No.

Inspector, what can I do for you?

Just following up on some information.

We've got Sam Wadey in custody.

Hmm.

We heard.

He said Gabriel spent a lot of time at the manor doing odd jobs.

That's one way of putting it.

Inspector!

Hey, what's happened, Father?

He's been attacked at the vicarage.

It's just a bump.

He was behind the door.

Didn't see anything.

I don't mean to be rude, but I really should get back to my research.

I'm assuming you've told the inspector what you know?

Yeah. We heard you gabbing earlier.

You're mistaken.

Michael, for the sake of Sam, we have to speak up.

I think I know what happened to Gabriel.

You know where he is?

He said he was moving to London to become a... Gigolo.

Apparently women couldn't resist him.

God knows why.

He told me the night before last.

After breaking up with me.

Why didn't you report this sooner?

Because my ex -husband begged me not to.

What exactly is going on?

Professor Garcia, you were surprised when they found white fern in the church

because you didn't put it there, did you?

But you did plant the white fern in the woods.

Why?

Well, Professor, the thing is... I think we should continue this down at the

station. What?

Michael, don't be a fool!

Well, don't just stand there, Sergeant. Get after him.

Right, you stay where you are. Right, come on. Look!

I'm not a killer. He's telling the truth.

After finding Gabriel's clothes in a bush, I ripped them and planted

some fur taken from Sylvia's old coat.

The carcass, did you plant that as well?

It was all just a publicity stunt.

A what?

The legend of the Biaco beast.

I assume you're writing a book about it.

That's why he asked me to stage the attack, to generate more interest.

I never should have agreed.

And the Reverend's murder, was that a publicity stunt too?

We had nothing to do with that.

It was white fur in the church.

You've missed a bit.

Yeah, on your nerves.

All too much of a coincidence.

Sergeant, take them both in for questioning. Me?

But I thought if I told the truth, I'd be in the clear.

Get your hat off me.

Will you be letting Sam Wadey go? No, we still need to wear up all the evidence.

But the Duchess was lying about his assault on the Reverend Duncan.

I assume you have evidence of that.

Or not.

Why are you burning them?

There's only one I care about.

What do you want?

I was attacked.

And their breath smelt of bourbon.

Looks a little big for your finger.

Oh.

Is that why you were at the vicarage? To feel a keepsake of the reverend's?

What's the matter if I did?

Or does anything matter?

You obviously cared a lot about the reverend, but you can't let it destroy

What do you know?

I know what it feels to lose someone you love.

My husband.

I'm sorry.

The Reverend Duncan.

He had feelings for you.

When I lost the manor, he was there for me.

He was the only one who gave a damn.

Did you scratch his face?

I didn't mean to.

He said people were talking about us and asked me to stay away. And I...

I'm slashed out.

You think I'm deluded.

You think that I'm lonely and desperate.

What's not in doubt is the kindness the Reverend Duncan showed to you.

That's real.

And in return, he'd want you to show the same kindness now.

Are you OK?

Can I help you in any way?

Um... I'd like to talk to someone.

About sandwich.

So, do you think a big cat really did cause the Reverend's death?

Possibly.

But where did it come from?

Maybe it escaped from a private owner.

Or maybe...

The story about the Byakko beast really is true.

Sam.

Thank you, Father.

Glad to be of help.

We'll give you a lift back to Wedlock.

Any news on Gabriel?

Sylvia Garcia thinks he may have gone to London.

The police think it's unlikely.

What with all his belongings still at the vicarage.

And his clothes in the woods.

I keep imagining what might have happened to him.

Can't make it stop.

Come on.

Let's get you home.

I saw men killed in the trenches.

Nursed my dying wife.

The death of my boy, dear.

It's a different matter.

I meant what I said.

I will find Gabriel.

Do you want me to come inside with you?

If you don't mind, I need to be on my own.

We'll speak tomorrow.

Has anyone actually seen this white cat vehicle, beast, whatever it is? No, just

heard it.

It'd be quite ironic if the Reverend did get killed by a big cat.

What with him being an amateur zoologist.

Of course.

He's a zoologist.

And that would explain... And that would mean...

What is he on about?

Suology.

He's hiding somewhere nearby.

Courtesy of the seat of Carter.

You'd make a great thief, Father.

Wait here.

Don't want to get shut inside.

Um... What's down there? Dead people.

Redlock. 1846 to 1892.

Can we use your telephone?

Of course.

What's happened?

Is it Gabriel?

I'm so sorry.

No. Father Branagh's with him, near the mausoleum.

Where's Gabriel?

Father?

He's where you left him.

You killed your son.

And the Reverend Duncan.

That's absurd.

With all the furore about the Biaco, you made the Reverend's death look like a

big cat attack.

How could you even think that?

As an amateur zoologist, it wouldn't have been unusual for Reverend Duncan to

have tape recordings of exotic animals.

Living in the vicarage, you'd know that.

You left the scene of the crime after we discovered the body.

Call the police.

You must have turned on the tape recorder prior to joining the

And then you needed somewhere to hide it.

As church warden, You'd have keys to the mausoleum.

And Gabriel?

You'd think I'm capable of killing my own son?

He was going to London to become a gigolo.

Did you confront him?

Did you snap this out?

This has to stop.

Coming home half naked after God knows what.

It's not for much longer.

I'm moving to London.

How are you going to survive?

You haven't done a day's work in your life.

I've got hidden talents.

Really?

And you think you're good at this, sleeping around?

Exactly.

Is that meant to be a joke?

No big deal.

People are willing to cough up.

You're disgusting.

Do you have any morals? You can talk.

Mum told me about the affair. Don't you dare.

You're no different to me.

I just do it for the money. Shut your dirty mouth.

I am not a thief!

I loved him.

He was my boy.

I never meant to hurt him.

Yes.

Yes, Mrs. Devine. We'll be right there.

I assume the Reverend Duncan told you he was going to the police.

Well, after Gabriel's death, I was sick with guilt.

I needed to tell someone.

Did you think he would condone it?

I hoped he'd understand.

Help me find peace.

Peace? I don't know. A way to somehow live with it.

I was desperate.

It was an accident.

They'll take that into account.

That's not how it works. Sam, you're not thinking clearly.

I killed my son.

They'll lock me away or worse.

Well, if you won't tell them, then I will.

Oh, listen to me.

It's the right thing to do.

Trust me, Sam.

You panicked.

You put fur round the body.

Ripped his shirt.

Scratched his neck.

It just escalated. I never meant for any of it to happen.

Sam.

You need to seek forgiveness.

After what we went through in the trenches.

I'm not a believer.

No God would allow that to happen.

You know me.

I'm not a bad person.

So please, just stay quiet about what you know.

Quiet?

Sam, you killed your own son.

And you killed a priest because he refused to absolve you.

You must turn to God and repent.

Repent? I'll stop them putting a rope around my neck.

Please.

Look, I'm begging you.

They'll hang me.

Think about that for a second. But you can save my life.

Like I saved yours.

So what's it going to be?

Are you going to condemn me to death?

I'm sorry.

Chief Inspector.

Sergeant.

Now, you wash your head, sir.

It's good you telephoned when you did.

Father Brown has a habit of putting himself in danger. I know.

But I don't think Sam would have hurt him.

I'm sure Reverend Duncan thought that too.

Yes.

Well, thank you for coming so quickly.

Must have been hard.

Snitching on an old mate.

Yes.

But he's done the right thing.

Father, I've just been speaking to Inspector Sullivan.

Why is it were you two?

Why are you always gabbing with him?

I'm not.

Anyway, he said that the professor had been cleared.

Ah.

Well, he's hardly said a word all morning.

Hasn't even drank his coffee.

Are you still upset about Sam?

The truth is, I never knew the real Sam Wadey.

I only knew a war hero.

A myth.

A legend.

Like the Byakko Beast?

Faster and faster it goes.

Tearing the land apart.

From past to present.

Present to past.

Returneth from whence it came.

Who's there?

Where did you come from?

Come inside and have some milk.

Come on.

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