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Dear lady disdain, I am still awake.

Is it possible disdain should die while
she has such meat food to feed it as

Signor Benedict?

Disdain should...um...um...disdain
would...um...disdain should

fall from...curtity itself must convert
to disdain.

What book already?

Nice to understand, Isabel.

Don't worry, darling. Yes, don't worry,
darling. You'll get there in the end.

I'm being put off by boozy breath,
Patrick.

Yes, well, at least I'm capturing the
essence.

Itty -proof essence, I'd say.

Perhaps ban your friend's hip flask from
rehearsal.

OK, can we just get on?

Because we're short on cast, technical
help, and we're up against a bit of

And now prima donna too.

Because you know what? Maybe if your
wife had a little peppy uppie, everyone

would be better off. Jeremy.

Unbelievable. I cannot work like this,
Patrick. Darling, let's just finish.

I need a break.

Charlie?

Charlie?

I fell.

My leg, I think it's broken.

I think it means you're up, Isabel.

What should I say, Baker?

Don't you think you're getting me on
that stage?

Well, you know I'm no good at learning
lines.

There are many other ways that we can
help the Kembleford players reach

night.

It's very kind of you to offer to help
out, Father.

You know, there's a friar in the play.

Perhaps you could be technical advisor.

As a matter of fact, I've already
offered my services to Patrick.

Ah. And I will be playing the friar.

You're... Going to be acting?

Yes. He insisted I be too busy. I
insisted back and convinced him.

the play, as I said. Oh, gosh.

It's very real when it's in black and
white, isn't it?

You will be splendid.

I hope so.

Father, if this was regular clothes...

I wonder what they wore to parties.

Let's try that scene change one more
time, please.

Okay, and cue.

Patrick. The cavalry has arrived.

Ah, yes.

Our friar.

How wonderful.

Well, it's the least I can do.

I understand that Sergeant Goodfellow is
straddling several minor roles.

I am, Father. But they haven't asked me
to wear a dress this year, so that's

good.

And?

This is all in memory of Rose.

A worthy cause.

Thank you, Father.

Millie.

This is Brenda.

She's going to be your new props
assistant.

How lovely.

Oh, hi, Brenda.

Nice to meet you. I didn't know it was
going to be props.

I thought she was going to put me in a
stupid dress.

It's much more fun.

Wait!

Hey!

That's brilliant.

That's the MSA.

So I'll take to everything you need to
know.

Can you, um, grab some paints and
things?

My darling Beatrice, you have returned.

Good morning, Benedict.

Okay, so act one, scene one, Beatrice
and Benedict, please.

Act the props, people.

One more time.

All right? And cue, please.

Coming!

How are you

coping?

Well, it is a literal pain, but we move
on, don't we? She wouldn't even let me

wait with her at the hospital.

Sister, I come right back here to
continue rehearsal.

Well, Godspeed with your recovery.

Thank you.

You're up now, Father.

But

if

all ain't but this be leveled false, the
supposition of the lady's death will

quench the wonder of her infamy.

Try her, I must.

Entreat your pains, I think.

I... Oh, yes, I know this.

To do what, senor?

Ah, to bind me.

Or undo me.

Okay, scene change, please.

Scene change? Yep.

It is the flowers that are going to be
dead two days later. And the food's

to be eaten and the confetti's going to
be in the bin.

Shall we just go to a registry office
instead?

I'm not saying that.

Excuse me, Father.

Sorry about that.

We have slightly different ideas about
how much a wedding should cost.

It's a stressful time.

But your joyful union will make it all
seem worthwhile.

I hope so, Father.

You all right?

Your hand.

Oh, yes, thank you.

It passed it.

My hand seems to know when I'm stressed.

Ah, I was just giving Penny the name of
a wonderful florist in town.

Positions, please. Jeremy, thank you,
thank you.

Right, are we ready?

And... Excuse me.

Sorry to interrupt.

Mr. Sanford, would you kindly accompany
me to the station to answer a few

questions?

Yes, of course. Chief Inspector, of
course.

I'm... I'm so sorry, everyone. So sorry.

Well, your past has caught up with you
at last.

Oh, I think it's about a Dolan motor
vehicle. I reported a few months ago,

actually.

But very witty.

You know, it's such a shame you're not
playing Beatrice anymore.

Isabel, I've got an investors' meeting
in town about seven.

Why don't you come by this afternoon?

Say, four?

We could get a few hours of rehearsing
in. Oh, right. A jolly idea.

Yes, yes.

Well, let me, uh...

Get my jacket.

Do you need me to come along, Chief
Inspector?

No, you carry on, Sergeant.

Right you are, sir.

Perhaps you would consider taking a
chaperone this afternoon.

Just a thought.

Don't look at me.

I'm working on props with Millie. I'm
sure there's no need.

I will be delighted to prompt.

Fine. If that makes everyone happy.

Here comes Beatrice.

By this day, she's a fair lady.

I do spy marks of love in her.

Yes, this way, Mr. Thompson.

Thank you. It's marvellous. Thank you.

Oh, dear Friar, dear lady,

investors await at the Athwood Hotel.

I bid you farewell in earnest.

I'm curious, Jeremy.

What do you help people invest in?

Ah, well, if the company... Oh, no, no.

In New York, that offers a very
encouraging return on their money.

Now, there is opportunity everywhere.

Sounds wonderfully exciting.

It is.

You know, when Patrick and I, we first
joined the play, there was this

mesmerizing old cessp who would anoint
himself with a touch of the Napoleon for

courage before rehearsals.

Well, Patrick and I, we were... We were
so taken by him that we had matching

flasks made.

Just a shame that Charlie won't let him
use his.

Shall we?

Great.

Well, I can give you a lift home on my
way into town, if you like.

Actually, it's such a nice evening.
Father, if you don't mind, I'd prefer to

walk.

Oh, blast, I've left my playbook. I
shall need it.

We can stroll back tomorrow.

Did you see who that was?

No, I didn't get a proper look. I could
have sworn it was Thomas.

Hello? Thomas!

Very odd.

Ah,

so clever.

Millie's got really good at it.

She's a fast learner.

Enjoy, you two.

And, Brenda, thank you so much for
offering to help out.

Don't worry about it.

They're going to let me neither.

My landlady hates me.

Well, you did well for yourself going to
Midlands.

Mrs D said you'd only just moved here,
too.

A couple of months ago now.

They sort of took me in.

I, um, lived with my aunt before.

She raised me and then she died.

Oh.

Sorry.

It's not easy without a mum.

Well... Anyway, uh, Campbell phoned at
night.

I, uh, checked out the players, and the
maidens were there, and that was that.

They were so kind, and after everything
they'd been through with their little

girl.

Sorry.

What happened?

It's not a secret.

They, um... They had a baby.

Rose.

She was a few months old and she died in
her cot.

That's so awful.

That's got to be the worst thing ever.
It really is.

I think that's why this show is so
important to them.

Raising money for the children's ward.

Anyway, we should get started.

Thank you.

Jeremy!

Oh, my goodness.

Father! He's dead.

Mrs Devine and I witnessed Mr Stanford
drinking from the flask yesterday

afternoon with only the anticipated
effect.

So the killer must have poured the
poison into the flask while he was out.

Looks like a weed killer.

The manufacturers put purple dye in it
to stop accidents, but you're never

to see that in a hip flask.

I'll check which farmers use it locally,
sir.

Oh.

Mrs Vine?

Last night when we were leaving, I saw a
figure disappear into the hedge.

Father Brown didn't see it as clearly,
but I felt sure it was Thomas. Thomas

Church?

He couldn't do such a thing.

Men were deceivers, Eva.

Perhaps overly cynical, Chief Inspector.

Sadly, not in my line of work.

Let's interview Mr Church.

Men were deceivers.

That's from Much Ado, isn't it?

It is.

Ever since my school days, Shakespeare
was always a favourite.

Did you know that Thomas Church had a
farming accident?

He handshakes. Yes.

No signs of any spills.

Well, could have just wiped it up.

It's still dusty.

Thank you so much, Father, Mrs Devine.
Must get on.

Chief Inspector!

Chief Inspector!

Chief Inspector!

I wonder if the motive for murder may
lie with Mr Sanford's occupation.

He was talking about a company in New
York.

I don't believe there is one.

I think he was a snake oil salesman.

A peddler in false investments.

I was thinking he was a lot of flash and
not much substance, Father.

I wonder, is that why you wished to
question him yesterday?

Come on, Sergeant.

What was the name of that hotel in town
where Mr. Sanford was meeting his

investor?

The Astwood.

Oh.

The chief inspector received an
anonymous letter and a newspaper article

con man who fleeced a widow out of all
her money in Oxford six years ago.

That man used an alias by the name of
Jonathan Spicer.

Sergeant!

An anonymous letter.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Coming, sir.

I don't know what to tell you.

Jeremy was my dear friend since we were
boys.

Now, I'll never understand how people
who are larger than life can ever die.

But there we are.

He would have insisted that the show
must go on.

That's a playbook in one hand and a hit
flask in the other.

We must somehow replace him, but for
now, we must continue.

As our dear Benedict would have wanted.

And with that in mind, Act Three, Scene
Four, please.

Oh, that's Hera and Beatrice.

Sir.

Thomas' farm is actually supplied with
that type of weed killer.

So I have the method but no motive.

Well, sir, I just got back from the
Asford Hotel.

Took along a photograph of the
Kembleford players to show the manager.

He identified Mr Sanford.

But he also identified his associate.

Help to dress me, good cuz. Good Meg,
good Ursula.

Very nice.

Very nice.

And scene change, please.

Father.

Penny's magazine.

Look what's been done.

Astwood Hotel, 6 .30pm tonight.

I saw Jeremy writing that. Should we
talk to Penny?

No.

Thomas first.

May I have a word?

Thomas!

Your hand!

Excuse us, Father. We need to talk to
Thomas.

I think you know why.

It's not what it looks like.

Thomas Church.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of the
murder of Jeremy Thunford. You're not

obliged to say anything, but anything
you do say may be given in evidence.

I love you.

Thanks.

My supplier said he'd had a visit from
the police, so I went to check the weed

killer that I keep in the shed, and the
lid hadn't been put back on properly.

It spilled on my hand.

How convenient.

And the fact that Mrs Devine saw you
last night about 50 yards from Jeremy's

cottage...

You had a motive for wanting Sanford
dead. You knew Penny was seeing him.

So you're admitting you knew your fiancé
was meeting Jeremy in a hotel in town.

Yes.

But not to be unfaithful.

Then why?

And partly to save your life, for I was
told you were in a consumption.

A piece.

I will stop your mouth. Right.

Right. Yeah.

OK. Lovely.

Lovely. Thanks, Isabel. That's lovely.

Yeah, no, it's good.

Lots to work with there, Sergeant.

We open it in a week, and Sergeant
Goodford doesn't seem entirely

the role of Benedict.

I know. It's not ideal.

Oh!

Splendid work, you two.

Um, Father?

If you don't think Thomas did it, do you
think maybe Penny did?

Well, she could easily get her hands on
the poison.

So could anyone passing through the
farm.

And Penny was with Jeremy when the flask
was being poisoned.

Well, what do you think?

I, er... can't imagine Penny would let
her own fiancé hang.

I completely agree.

Excuse me.

Allow me. Oh, thank you, Father.

This is all I'm good for at the moment,
organising the programme.

For the tribute to Jeremy.

Very fitting.

Such good friends.

I hope you're proud of your work for the
Children's Ward.

Patrick was looking after Rose that
night.

My mother was sick.

I was torn, but Patrick insisted I went.

He had to telephone me to tell me.

Even the shortest life has a purpose,
doesn't it?

It does.

Hmm.

Rose Maidland.

Born 12th of May, 1948.

Died November 1st, 1948.

You show such strength.

I hope you can find solace in God.

Right,

let's try that one more time.

Father, Isabel, please.

Actually, Patrick.

I need to go and see Thomas.

If you're going to the police station, I
shall come along.

Excellent. Well, excuse us.

We won't be long.

Chief Inspector Sullivan thinks that
your motive for murder was jealousy.

That Penny was having an affair with
Jeremy.

Yes.

But I don't believe that is the case.

Penny was meeting Jeremy at the hotel.

And Jeremy was meeting a client.

I wonder if Penny was involved in
Jeremy's business.

And if Jeremy's business was illegal.

Why else would you keep silent?

If not to protect her.

Penny didn't know it was illegal.

Not at first.

She just wanted to help out with the
cost of the wedding.

He needed her acting skills. She had to
play a satisfied client to attract

future investors.

Then we were sent a letter in cut -out
newspaper print saying, beware Benedict,

that he was a con man.

Penny dismissed it, but then when Chief
Inspector Sullivan showed up at

rehearsal to talk to Jeremy... She
thought she might be next.

She told Jeremy she wanted out.

But he said walking away wasn't an
option. He needed her at the final

Is there any evidence against her?

He'd had her sign fake investment
documents.

I understand that Penny confessing to
fraud might mean a prison sentence for

her.

But your life is at stake.

And telling them about Penny won't take
away my motive for killing him.

It would look like I did it to protect
her.

And even worse, they might think Penny
was my accomplice.

Ah, yes.

I see.

It could appear that Penny kept Jeremy
away from the cottage so you could

the flask.

I did go to the cottage.

But I went to get the papers back that
incriminated her.

Do you still have the papers?

Or the letter?

I burned them.

I didn't want Chief Inspector Sullivan
finding them.

And now I'm going to hang for something
I didn't do.

Thomas, I will do my best to ensure that
that does not happen.

Oh, Isabel.

Do you not love me?

Excuse me?

Do you not love me?

Troth no, no more than reason.

Well, that would be the part's yours.

So, if you have any problem with your
costume, Millie and Brenda have

kindly offered to help out and the props
are nearly done.

Penny, I've spoken to Thomas.

I'm doing all I can for him.

Thank you, Father.

Hello, everyone.

Chief Inspector Sullivan has kindly
offered to play Benedict.

Barely not to everyone's taste.

Very decent.

Can you learn all that Shakespeare in a
week?

I have one of those memories.

It's what makes me such a fine
policeman.

You do know you've arrested the wrong
person.

Tell me who did it then, Father.

Miss Palmer.

May I?

Monsters.

It is proved already that you are little
better than false knaves, and it will

go near to be thought shortly.

Our words are you for yourselves.

Not guilty.

Oh, Father, caught me at it.

Must be a relief, not having to learn
all of Benedict's lines.

Yes, yes, huge relief, Father.

You are still invaluable, Sergeant.

Might I trouble you to show me the
newspaper article that arrived with the

anonymous letter?

It being in the public domain, of
course.

And I must say, you deliver those lines
with gusto.

Ladies, may I have a word with Millie?

Yeah, no problem.

I need you to be honest with me.

Because Thomas's life may depend upon
it.

Was it you that sent the anonymous
letters about Jeremy?

You knew about his criminal dealings?

Yes. You wanted to warn people?

Yes.

Brenda said that you were raised by your
aunt. Was she one of his victims?

He said he'd help her invest her life
savings.

She never got over the shock.

I'm sorry.

He worked with another man to make it
look legitimate.

A newspaper article said that he called
himself Jonathan Spicer.

My aunt said that he was always swigging
from a hip flask with those initials on

it. Talking about his days in amateur
dramatics and the cops' walls.

I'd read that con men quite often talk
about things from their actual lives

and...

I found Kemble for players and I saw the
name Jeremy Sanford, so... The same

initials.

So you approached him about investments?

To draw him out.

I told him I had money to invest and I
thought he might lead me to his comfort.

You found out he was using Penny.

He seemed so decent.

I sent a letter to Thomas to warn him.

And one to the police to make sure no
one else got hurt. And a third... A

To the maidens.

I thought they should know.

Where's my prior?

Father Brown?

I must return.

Thank you, Minnie.

Holy Rites speech, please, Father.

All this amazement can I qualify?

When that the holy rites are ended, I'll
tell you largely of fair hero's death.

Could we just bring it down a little
bit?

Oh.

Could anything else go wrong?

Can we fix that, please?

Let's take two minutes, everyone.

Brenda said you spoke to Millie.

I did.

She is responsible for the anonymous
letters warning about Jeremy.

Her aunt was a victim of his.

Poor girl.

She also sent one to Patrick and
Charlie.

Why would they not say anything?

I was thinking exactly the same thing
myself.

You don't understand. Patrick not saying
anything.

Keeping quiet.

To save his friend.

But if Charlie received the letters
about seeing Jeremy, she'd have told the

world.

Yes, sir.

Silence.

All right, let's check the photographs
at the crime scene, just to be sure.

you might want to... Yes, good point.

Sorry, everyone.

Sorry, Patrick.

Urgent police business.

Back as soon as possible.

Sergeant Gavilla, you're supposed to be
with her this afternoon.

I'm really sorry, Patrick.

Millie, did you send another letter to
the police station?

Another letter?

No, why would I?

No, I thought not. Thank you.

This is going to be a disaster.

No, I wouldn't say that.

But there is a kiss.

Beatrice and Benedict. We haven't even
realised the scenes.

This is divine.

Just got the programme and look at you.

Oh, my goodness.

Perhaps not the best time to see that.

Or this.

What a shame, now that we know what we
know.

Well, what is it, Father?

How curious.

Ah, great. We have...

light.

If thou dost love, my kindness shall
incite thee to bind up our loves

in a holy band.

For others say thou dost deserve, and I
believe it better than reportingly. Very

good, very good.

Okay, so Hero, Prince Claudio on stage,
please.

Patrick, do you have a moment?

Father, I'm rather in the middle of it
here. Yes, I understand, and I do

apologise. Sorry to interrupt.

Can we have a word, Mr. Maitland?

In private.

Right.

Darling, can you take over?

You have a hip flask.

Can I see it, please?

My hip flask?

Can't this wait till after the run
-through and it's bad enough that you

on stage?

It's a murder investigation, Mr.
Maitland.

from the crime scene.

The monogram.

It's on the wrong side of the flask.

I think Mr.

Sanford's flask was switched with yours,
and yours contained a poison.

What is it? It's fine. It's fine,
darling.

Are you suggesting that I poisoned my
best friend?

Why would I do that?

According to the Oxford Constabulary,
Mr. Sanford worked with an accomplice.

His fraudulent business dealings, a
person he could trust.

And you were living in Oxford at that
time with your wife and baby daughter.

Oh, yes.

And we've checked Mr Sanford's bank
statements.

We know you've been depositing money
into his account since you returned to

Kembleford, which could be seen as
blackmail.

I played a role in Oxford.

And, yes, I've been helping him out
since he came back to Kembleford, but I

didn't kill him.

And I swear I'd show you the damn flask
if I knew where it was. I haven't seen

it for years.

Sorry.

I've seen it.

It's in the glove box of the car.

You've seen it?

With a lot of other junk.

If there's some ridiculous suggestion
you're involved in this, it will help

clear your name, won't it?

If you wouldn't mind, Mr. Maitland.

Sure. I'll park round the back.

I can't believe this.

Let me help you.

Oh, thank you, Father.

The idea that Patrick would be involved.

Indeed.

Although it is now going pretty much the
way you planned it.

As in what?

It was you who sent the letter to the
police implicating Patrick, wasn't it,

Charlie? This is nonsense.

Did you know that it was Millie who sent
you and Patrick the anonymous letter

with the newspaper cutting?

Because it was from the article.

that you learned about Jeremy's scam in
Oxford and realised that

Patrick was involved in it.

It was then, I think, that you decided
to kill Jeremy and

frame Patrick for his murder.

You have been doing this far too long,
Father.

Is everyone a suspect to you?

You seem to be forgetting the crater in
your argument.

I can barely sit down, ah, without help.

Of course.

Do you think I somehow rolled myself
into Jeremy's cottage that night to

him? Not possible with a broken leg.

Thank you.

But your leg isn't broken, is it?

Father!

We only have your word for it.

You insisted Patrick return to the
rehearsal.

It's papier mache.

It's light.

Deceptive. Perfect for theatrical props,
as you taught Millie.

In your workshop.

In your house.

You'd already obtained the weed killer
from Thomas's farm.

You went to the engravers and had the
initials J .S.

inscribed on Patrick's...

previously blank, identical flask.

I thought it was very clever of you to
make the deliberate

mistake with the monogram placement.

Jeremy would have been too drunk to
notice.

But sooner or later, it would have come
to someone's attention.

Especially as you were so careful to
place a photograph in the programme

Jeremy with the right flask.

You must have been increasingly
frustrated with Thomas being blamed.

So you took a leaf out of Millie's book
and sent the police an anonymous

letter.

drawing their attention to the flask.

You know, it wasn't because of the fraud
he got involved in.

Patrick was a fool to agree to that.

But it wasn't because of that.

No.

I know.

It was the day you were visiting your
sick mother.

The day Jeremy needed Patrick's help in
Oxford to dupe an old lady out

of her life savings. The day Patrick
left Rose asleep.

I knew Jeremy would have lied to him
about how long it was going to take.

Patrick could never say no to him.

He was probably gone for hours.

You have constantly asked yourself if
there was anything you could have done

prevent it.

There wasn't.

It was out of your hands.

But what happens next to Patrick isn't.

Tell the truth, Charlie, and God will
forgive you.

What's going on?

What happened to your leg?

Darling?

I killed Jeremy.

What?

He took you away from Rose when she
needed you and she died.

You killed him.

And you wanted me blamed for it.

The accomplice. In the newspaper
article.

I suddenly realized that must be you.

You weren't there when we lost her, were
you?

No.

I was so angry, Patrick.

You left Rose alone to help him.

She might have needed you.

She might have been crying, waiting for
you to comfort her.

To just pick her up.

I wasn't there for her. You were meant
to be.

You let that man manipulate you like
everyone else.

I'm sorry.

When I realized what you'd done.

I stopped having any feelings for you.

If you went to prison for killing
Jeremy.

Well, that was fair. Charlie. But at
least you cared.

He'd never shown one moment of regret
about what happened to Rose.

And then he came back into our lives.

Put himself in the middle of the show we
were putting on in her memory.

No. He was a cancer, Patrick.

He brought pain to other people, and I
had to make him pay.

If you only knew how much I wish I could
go back.

I never should have let her.

My mother, she could have coped, but
Rose...

Rose needed me.

My little girl.

My little girl needed me.

They will be lenient with her, won't
they, Father?

It would be a hard -hearted judge who
would discount the anguish of a mother

grieving for her baby.

I think it's time you showed what the
Kembleford players are made of.

And if all aim but this belittled false,
the supposition of the lady's death

will quench the wonder of her infamy.

Signor Leonardo.

Let the friar advise you.

Ah, a miracle.

Here's our own hands against our hearts.

Come, I will have thee.

But by this light I take thee for pity.

I would not deny you.

But by this good day I yield upon great
persuasion.

And partly to save your life.

For I was told you were in a
consumption.

Please, I will stop your mouth.

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