All language subtitles for 106 - The royal Visit

Wonderful. Thank you.

Goodbye.

That was Miss Clement on the telephone.

What? The headmistress?

What does she want?

Rather exciting news, actually.

Oh. Hamilton's getting a royal visit.

All right. Hang on a second.

Father Brown was just about to announce
some exciting news. Go on, Father.

That was the exciting news.

Do you think we'll get to meet her?

As a matter of fact, we will. In
recognition of our contribution to the

fundraising, we will be joining Miss
Clement at the grand opening.

Hmm. I was hoping for Elizabeth Taylor.

They're here.

Places, everybody.

You don't have to salute or anything, do
we?

They're royal aides, not royalty. You
don't have to... Oh, my goodness.

He's rather dapper, isn't he?

Good morning.

Allow me to introduce Inspector Beckett,
liaison for palace security, and Miss

Barnes, Her Royal Highness's personal
assistant.

May I wood?

Pleasure. I trust your accommodation was
satisfactory.

Adequate, thank you.

Pleased to meet you.

I'm Miss Clement, the headmistress, and
this is Father Brown and his associates,

Brenda Palmer and Mrs Devine. They've
been instrumental in raising the funds

the library.

Miss Clement is too modest.

We merely lent a hand.

Father Brown.

Brenda.

Sorry, I didn't quite catch... Oh, um,
Mrs Devine.

Isabel.

Charmed.

Right. Yes, well, we should probably
make a start, I think. Absolutely. I

you'll want to see the new library
first, so if you'd care to follow me.

Problem, Mr. Clement? No, no problem.

Ray was supposed to... It's possible Ray
has overslept.

He overdid it on the ale last night, and
I was called to the pub to drive him

home. Oh, dear.

How embarrassing.

I can only apologize.

Miss Clement, I think you'd better go
and wake him up, don't you think?

I'll come with you.

Are you all right?

Of course I'm not all right.

He's loving this, isn't he, Iris?

Dean's a mayor. You do know he never
contributed a penny to any of this. I

it you'll be standing against him at the
next election.

Oh, too right I will.

Kimbleford needs a mayor who cares about
his community, not just himself.

Typical.

Raymond!

Father!

What are you... What's going on?

I'm afraid you've slightly overslept.
Slightly? The royal aides are already

here. The royal what?

The representatives from the palace who
are attending the school today in

advance of the royal visit.

Oh, that.

Yes, that.

Did you at least finish tidying up the
library?

Yeah, of course.

What's this doing?

Looks old.

It is.

Must have dug it out last night.

Obviously feeling sentimental.

How nice for you.

Where are the keys?

Oh, for heaven's sake, find them!

That's your caretaker?

He was at the inn we were staying at
last night.

Made quite a spectacle of himself.

He was blind drunk, boorish and loud.

We retired early just to get away from
him.

Yes, well, he will not be here the day
of the visit. That I can promise you.

Watch what you're doing, Matt.

Not the best of starts, Miss Clement.

So your caretaker lives in the school?

It's a temporary arrangement.

The opening ceremony will take place at
the front of the school.

There will be a brass band.

Oh, lovely. I should like to run to a
quick rehearsal with you all.

This way, please.

That's a dapper -looking suit.

Do you think it hides a concealed
weapon?

Thank you, Mrs Devine.

And, uh...

Yes. As a matter of fact, it does.

The library is just through here.

I think you'll be very...

You didn't lock up.

I thought I did. Thought you did.

Your tools are still here. Did you even
come in here last night?

I... The second I was gone, you went
straight to the pub, didn't you? I was

going to come back later to finish off,
but... But you could barely walk by

then, could you?

Have you any idea what you've done?

You've ruined everything.

Miss Clement.

I

think

she just needs a moment.

Poor woman.

All that hard work.

I presume the visit will have to be
cancelled.

Cancelled? I've got half the
constabulary prep for this visit. This

to be my... Camelford's chance to shine.

Why would someone vandalise a library,
anyway?

Anarchists. Don't be ridiculous,
Sergeant. There are no anarchists in

It's clearly the work of kids.

Whoever it was made quite the mess.

But the damage is surprisingly minimal.

And, I believe, salvageable.

That's... Absolutely, especially if we
all pull together.

There's still two days before the visit.
Do we really need to be talking about

cancelling it?

Your confidence is admirable, Mrs
Devine. So, no, we do not, for now.

Why don't we all give Miss Clement ten
minutes or so and then reconvene for the

rehearsal? If you'll excuse me, I need
to use the little boy's room.

You all right, Miss Bond?

No, no, no, I'm not. I've lost my
lighter.

I'm sorry, I've... Blimey.

Must be a pretty important lighter.

Well, if you'll all excuse me too, I
might as well take this opportunity to

inspect the grounds.

Right.

Start from Kettle Copper.

You do not speak until Her Royal
Highness has spoken first.

You do not ask questions with her unless
invited to do so.

Mrs. Devine, perhaps you could stand in
for the princess.

It's the role I was born to play.

And, uh, Brenda, isn't it? Perhaps you
could be the flower girl?

The what?

It's my understanding one of the pupils
here will come up from the crowd to

present Her Royal Highness with a
bouquet.

Is that correct, Miss Clement?

Hmm?

Yes. Sorry, but yes.

So what I'll need you to do is come up
at the end.

Curtsy. Sorry, sorry, what?

Yeah, um, I don't know how to curtsy.
It's really very simple.

Yeah, sorry, um, do you know what?

I don't really think I'm flower girl
material.

I think I'd probably better give Ray a
hand clearing up.

Honestly, Miss Palmer, there's nothing
to it.

You're just simply backfoot Bob.

No, sorry, Father.

Right, then.

Line, please.

Places, everyone.

Cars arrive.

Crowd cheers.

Band begins to play, and... Your
Highness, if you care to step this way.

I'll start on the left here.

Your Highness, Father Brown.

Delighted to meet you.

leave the premises.

Excuse me, did you hear what I just
said?

What do you think you're doing?

My job, Chief Inspector.

I suggest you do yours.

Oh, no.

Not you as well.

Chief Inspector, I must be permitted to
perform the last rites.

There you go. Facultate.

Sergeant, we were barely ten yards away.
Have you any idea how this is going to

look?

Amen. This door's locked.

That door's locked.

And Raymond has the keys in his pocket.

That means his attacker came through the
main doors right by the staff room, so

why didn't we see them?

Perhaps we did.

What do you mean, Father?

I haven't seen anyone here other than...
Other than us.

Where is Miss Clement?

What are you doing, Miss Clement?

I never... I just...

I

just found it there.

We could all see how angry she was, but
this, it's unconscionable.

I take it we're free to leave, Chief
Inspector?

For the time being, yes.

Inspector Beckett, perhaps Mrs Devine
will be kind enough to drive you back to

the Red Line.

But I shall have to ask you to remain
there until... Actually, Chief

I shall be coming with you.

You'll be doing what?

The security of Her Royal Highness is my
priority here, Chief Inspector.

If the visit's to go ahead, then I need
to establish that this murder was in no

way connected to it.

And that means I will be part of the
investigation.

Now, if any of that needs clarifying...

I suggest you take it up with Scotland
Yard.

You don't really think... I see no guilt
in her face.

I see confusion.

And grief.

Chief Inspector?

Don't ask.

I've been kicked out of my own office.

There's Royal Torneth in there.
Completely commandeered it to make a

call to the yard.

What I need now is a full confession.

Ah, right, Sergeant. Tell me, what have
you got?

The only other thing on his possession.

On his neck, anyway.

Here. What do you make of it?

Daughter?

Granddaughter?

It's funny, mind.

I don't remember Ray ever mentioning
family.

He probably stole it.

Tell me, Chief Inspector, is this
village in the habit of employing known

as school caretakers?

Raymond Harrison had quite the criminal
record.

Fraud, burglary, theft, all culminating
in an atheist stint at HMP Gloucester.

Ray often alluded to a chequered past in
our conversations, but I had no idea to

the extent.

This is troubling news.

Might I be permitted a visitation with
Miss Clement?

I'm sure she'd appreciate your counsel,
Father.

In the meantime, Chief Inspector and I
need to discuss how best to proceed.

Shall we?

Please, after you.

Two inspectors.

It's going to be a long day, Father.

Come on, then.

A locket.

Silver.

Containing a picture of a young girl.

A girl I recognise.

From the photograph on your desk.

My old class photo.

We just moved here that summer.

Me and my mum.

Clement was her maiden name. And Raymond
Harrison was your father?

He was in prison for most of my
childhood.

And then, by the time I'd left home,
he'd vanished completely.

It was ten years ago he tracked me down
again.

He talked about regret.

And making amends.

But really, he was just a homeless,
desperate alcoholic with

nowhere else to go.

So you gave him a job.

And somewhere to stay on the school
grounds.

We agreed to keep it a secret.

Had mistress employing a felon, I would
have lost my job.

I know.

Now it must look, but I swear to you, I
didn't do it.

You do believe me, don't you?

I do.

Or at least I want to.

So you must tell me everything.

What exactly were you doing during the
ten minutes you took to collect yourself

after we discovered the vandalised
library?

My office.

And then out front looking for you all,
Mayor Wood saw me, I think.

He was... He was actually talking with
Ray at the time, having some kind of

argument. Argument?

Something about money. It all sounded a
bit heated.

You don't think...

It's no secret that Miss Clement and I
weren't on the best of terms.

But even I couldn't have predicted this.
I'm just as shocked about it as the

rest of you.

How well did you know Raymond Harrison?

Me? Barely at all.

He was something of the hermit, as you
well know.

In a manner of speaking, yes.

I only ask because I've been led to
believe that you had some sort of

disagreement prior to our rehearsal.

I told you that.

Oh, her.

I didn't think she'd... He owed me some
money, that's all. Hardly matters now.

How could a school caretaker end up
owing money to a mayor?

He was meant to do some handiwork for
me. Never completed the job, like I say.

Hardly matters.

If memory serves, when we discovered the
vandalism in the library, you were the

first person to suggest that the royal
visit be cancelled.

Was vandalism the odd job you had paid
him for?

What?

What are you saying?

Why on earth would I do that? To prevent
the royal visit.

And the subsequent publicity would have
afforded your mayoral rival.

That's ridiculous.

The visit was still going ahead. The
damage was minimal. You said so

Perhaps that was why you demanded your
money back.

Truth is your friend here, Mayor Wood.

Because you are guilty of one crime does
not necessarily mean you are guilty of

another. What other?

Oh, dear God, you can't possibly think
that I could... It's politics, Father.

Different rules. Miss Clement herself
would have done exactly the same.

I think she's more than demonstrated
what she's capable of.

I see.

Father, please.

I may not be a saint, but there are some
lines that even I could never cross.

Never.

Well, I knew the man was crooked, but
take the biscuit.

Do you think he knew that Ray was her
father?

No.

And if things hadn't played out the way
they did, none of us would ever have

known. What did the chief inspector say?

Not a great deal.

He was mostly celebrating the departure
of his palace counterpart, thus enabling

him to return to the school and
investigate properly.

As enthusiastic and well -intentioned as
our chief inspector is, I fear that the

looming deadline of the visit itself is
somewhat colouring his judgement.

Of course it is.

This whole visit's made everybody go
nuts. I don't get it.

It's not like it's the Queen, it's just
a sister.

You're not much of a royalist, are you,
Brenda?

No. I'm just not as obsessed with it as
everybody else.

They're just people at the end of the
day.

I'm going to cycle down there and see if
I can offer my assistance to the chief

inspector. Oh, I'm sure he'll love that.
What would you like us to do?

Only I was thinking that perhaps Brenda
and I should head down to the Red Lion

and check on Miss Barnes.

And her tall, handsome bodyguard.

Hmm? Hmm?

Oh, yes, I suppose he'll be there too,
won't he?

Fabulous. Just got rid of one
interfering detective and that pops

Came to offer my services, Chief
Inspector.

Painfully aware of the pressure you are
under.

We have matters quite in hand, thank
you.

Yes, Father. We just keep finding more
and more.

Looks like old Ray really didn't leave
his criminal past behind.

The spoils of a pickpocket.

I rather hoped we wouldn't find
something like this.

Where is the newspaper?

What newspaper?

Ray had an old newspaper this morning.

Miss Clement tossed it onto the chair
there.

Seems to have vanished.

How should I know? Probably threw it
out.

How would he have done that?

I very much doubt he did it after the
murder.

I only think a missing newspaper should
be our priority right now.

Just seems odd that it vanished, that's
all.

He really was quite the magpie.

So it would seem.

Well, as you say, you seem to have
matters in hand.

Perhaps I should leave you to it.

What a novel idea.

Right, tear this place apart. Find that
newspaper.

Do you mind?

I was starting to feel a bit of a
gooseberry.

Yes. They do seem to have taken
something of a shrine to each other,

Just a bit.

So, how do you become a royal aide,
anyway?

Do you have to go to a posh school or
something?

Well, I certainly didn't.

Oh. How can we talk like that, then?

Because it's part of the training.

Without it, I'd be talking like this all
the bleeding time.

Believe it or not, the only person who
does ever hear me talk like that is

Princess Margaret herself.

She has the same thoughts on airs and
graces as you seem to.

Oh. She prefers people to be themselves.

She does?

Oh, yes.

And you should hear what happens when
you get her on the old Joanna after a

sherries and all.

Well, she sounds sort of, well, you
know, for royalty.

Miss Palmer.

Miss Barnes.

Glad to find you here.

Miss Palmer, would you give us a moment,
please?

Oh, do I have to?

It's all getting a bit Mills and Boone
in there.

Never mind.

Forgive me for asking, but your lighter,
it's gold, isn't it?

Only that is catnip for a pickpocket.

And Raymond Harrison had four.

He had... Quite the collection of
similarly valuable items hoarded in his

And I couldn't help notice that he
bumped into you rather clumsily outside

school. Is that when he stole it?

I didn't realise at the time.

When did you?

And why didn't you inform anyone?

I... May I?

Margaret Rose Windsor.

That's Princess Margaret's lighter,
isn't it?

Ray saw you using it on the school
steps. He must have found it

How did you get it back?

I... She didn't.

I did.

You did.

In my line of work, she develops
something of a sixth sense when it comes

people.

As soon as Miss Barnes realised the
lighter was missing and I realised what

was, I knew exactly who had it.

You confronted him?

I found him locking up during my
inspection of the grounds.

I demanded it back.

He didn't even argue.

You do realise that that makes you the
last person to have seen him alive?

A second last.

I think you're fine, Father.

I'm so sorry, Neil. I should never
have...

None of this is what you think, Father.

I swear, I'm not a thief.

I just borrowed it, that's all.

I do find some people have a rather
cavalier use of that word.

It's true. I was going to put it back. I
always do.

You've done it before.

I have nothing but love and respect for
the royal family.

But when you spend as much time with
them as I do, sometimes the lines begin

blur.

It never felt like stealing.

More like borrowing from a friend.

Unfortunately, the palace wouldn't quite
fit that way.

Had I not retrieved it, she would have
lost her job, her home, everything.

I'm going to return it first chance I
get.

And I'll never do it again, I swear.

I'll make sure of it.

I, uh, trust this little matter can
remain between ourselves.

Oh, hello.

What are you all doing here?

enjoying anecdotes about life at the
palace.

You've been having a drink, Sergeant?

No, thank you, Father.

The Chief Inspector wanted me to tell
you the visit can go ahead, sir.

That's assuming we can return the
library to its former glory, of course.

Miss Clement has been formally charged.

Don't look at me like that, Father. Look
whether you like it or not.

The evidence fits up to and including
the fact we have a fingerprint on the

hammer. We already knew that.

She picked it up in the library.

We all saw her do it. Yes, and we also
saw her threaten him, didn't we?

A criminal she'd been harbouring, a man
who, to her mind, had completely

destroyed her legacy.

What more do we need?

More time.

We don't have more time.

I received a telephone call earlier from
the yard, informing me, in no uncertain

terms, that if we don't charge someone
for this crime, the visit will be

cancelled. Then perhaps it should be.

Oh.

I see.

Father, believe me, with all she has
done for this community, I'm just as

saddened by this as you are. But my
hands are tied here. I'm merely...

orders?

Respecting my superiors.

Did you find the newspaper?

There are no newspapers in Ray's room,
Father. I'm sorry, but you're touching

its jaws now.

Sadly, it appears that I am the only
person still prepared to do so.

Good day, Inspector.

No. Maybe.

I don't know. I was just flicking
through it.

Oh, there you are, Father.

I've managed to secure a number of
volunteers for the big tidy up tomorrow.

It's going to be tight, time -wise, but
I still believe we can do it.

Excellent. Tea, Father? Please.

I hate to ask, is the mayor actually
going to show his faith at this thing?

Almost certainly.

I'm sure in his mind, his misdemeanors
pale into insignificance compared with

those of his incarcerated rival.

Yeah.

Things certainly worked out for him
there, didn't they?

She didn't get the visit removed from
her like he wanted.

Instead, she's been removed from the
visit.

Allowing him to take centre stage.

It's quite the motive, isn't it? Not one
we can prove.

No more than we can prove Miss Barnes.

Miss Barnes?

You heard her.

If that knife had wound up in the hands
of a local pawnbroker, it wouldn't take

much to trace it back.

Her entire life would be over.

But it was Inspector Beckett who got it
back, not her.

So he says.

Rather quickly, I thought.

Gallantry is underrated these days.

I'm sure he doesn't believe her to be
guilty, but I'm equally sure he'd want

protect her from the finger of
suspicion.

Regardless.

Or he did confront Ray about the
lighter.

But maybe Ray wasn't as willing to hand
it over as he's led us to believe.

It's just as good an explanation as
yours.

What do you think, Father?

I think you both make excellent points.

As indeed did the Chief Inspector,
regardless of where his priorities may

lying. I think we can attribute a motive
to all four of them if we stare hard

enough.

And yet, not one of them sits right with
you, does it, Father?

No.

I can't shake the feeling that the
motive is much bigger than any of those.

And it's very, very well hidden.

What are you doing, Father?

Clutching at straws, Miss Palmer.

Clutching at straws.

Good Lord.

It's barely... I told you we could do
it.

Are you here to lend a hand?

Ah, regrettably not. I have some
telephone calls to make.

Though much more pleasant ones than I
feared.

I think it's safe to say that Her Royal
Highness will most certainly be in

attendance tomorrow.

Oh. I'm very impressed, Mrs Devine.

Well, I can't take all the credit.

No, you certainly can't.

All of which means this will be my last
night here at Campbellford.

So, I was wondering if I might convince
you to join me for dinner.

Wait, so you're driving in?

You're not paying for a meal, too, are
you? Very funny.

There's only so gallant you can be when
you've arrived by train.

Now, how do I look?

Very nice, Mrs Devine.

Right, so two hours to get my hair done,
picking my sticks, reservations at

seven. Ciao for now.

I don't know what she's worrying about.

She can't help but look glamorous.

She'd look glamorous in a bobble hat and
a football scarf.

Football?

You are.

Football, Chief Inspector.

You want to talk about football?

In a sense. I just... What are these?

Well, exactly what they look like.

Thanks to you, I've spent the entire
morning writing through every bin in the

vicinity of the school.

You're no more convinced of Miss
Clement's guilt than I am.

Well, I don't think it goes that far,
but despite what you might think, I do

like to keep an open mind.

Unless your phantom paper is amongst
these, we really are left with nothing

the evidence we do have, and that only
points one way.

These are all from this week.

The newspaper I saw was much, much
older.

Yellowed with age.

Yes, and for all we know, completely
irrelevant.

You don't even seem to know which
newspaper it was.

It was local.

Or regional.

That's what I came to tell you about. I
remembered the headline. Something to do

with a football match.

Gloucester City versus Bristol.

4 -0 to Bristol.

Don't you tell me about it.

First round of the FA Cup.

Yes. How was it?

Don't happen to remember the year, do
you? Of course I do.

1937. Every defeat burned into my brain.

What?

Nearly two decades. You do realise they
may not even archive them that long.

I think we're about to find out.

That's it.

I'm sure of it.

Better be worth it, Shana.

That's Ray.

Terrific. So he kept hold of a 17 -year
-old newspaper because he had a photo of

him in it.

Not just Ray.

What? Wait, is that Inspector Beckett?

Not according to the caption underneath.

Neville Carswell. I knew it. I knew that
man was too good to be true.

We must hurry. I fear Mrs. Divine may be
in serious danger.

this? Mrs. Devine, might we have a word,
please?

Father, he'll be armed.

What, now?

I don't know whether I mentioned this,
but I'm on a date.

It is quite important.

Well, what is it?

It's a secret.

Of course.

What? What's going on?

Data's a con man, Mrs Devine. An
imposter. A killer.

But he's so handsome!

Invader!

Stay here.

Stay down.

Neville Kurzweil, I'm arresting you for
the murder of Raymond Harrison.

You're not obliged to say anything.

But anything you do say may be taken
down and given in evidence.

Why? Why would he?

To protect his true identity.

He spent years...

Living under a false one.

A fraud that could have continued
indefinitely had cruel fate not landed

here.

I know how it feels.

He left his prison years far behind for
a life of status, luxury and

travel. All under false documentation, I
assume.

I prefer to think of it as going
straight.

Believe it or not, I took my job
seriously.

But it wasn't your job.

Was it?

As your old cellmate Raymond Harrison
would have told us.

You must have thought your luck was in
the first night in the pub when he was

blind drunk.

You doubted he even noticed you.

Even the next day, when you discovered
that he worked at the very school you

come to visit.

It seemed as if he still not had made
the connection.

What's what you're doing, man?

But then he stole Miss Barnes' lighter.

It wasn't a thick fence that tipped you
off.

It was knowing him.

And you didn't confront him as you told
us.

That would have been too risky.

No, you hoped against hope.

That the old pickpocket you had known
would have squirreled it away in his

But he left something else, didn't he?

An old newspaper.

Which proved that despite his drunken
stupor in the Red Lion, he'd still put

and two together.

And you realised it was only a matter of
time before he did it again.

I had no choice.

You had a choice, Mr Kurzweil.

You chose self -preservation, murder, an
impromptu framing of

an innocent woman.

You chose to pick up the very hammer
that Miss Clement had handled moments

ago.

You chose to attack Ray from behind.

You chose to hide the murder weapon in
her

office, knowing the conclusion that that
would lead us to.

And now, Neville, your only choice is to
confess your sins

and save your mortal soul.

A choice.

Sadly denied to Mr Harrison.

Father, where exactly did I fit into all
of this?

For what it's worth, Missy Devine, I
just think he was genuinely fond of you.

Great.

I can really pick them, can't I?

Your knight in shining armour's still
out there.

Don't even think about driving Hercules
home, Mrs Devine.

I'll send a few constables to retrieve
it.

Him.

Yes.

Yes, I rather think he is.

Mayor Wood has decided to step down and
give his full support to Miss Clement's

campaign. I doubt she'll need it.

She's certainly got my vote.

Yours too, I imagine.

I wouldn't possibly say, Mrs Devine. No,
of course not.

She's beautiful.

You certainly changed your tune.

Father Brown.

Royal Highness.

Hello. How do you do? Mrs. Devine.

How do you do? Hello.

Chief Inspector Sullivan.

Hello. Royal Highness.

Mayor Wood.

Hello, how do you do?

Hello,

how do you do?

Go on, see ya.

Come on, I'll go with ya.

It is my honour and privilege to
officially declare St Arilda's Library

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