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Hi, Mum.

Mum?

Eddie.

Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?

I know, I much love surprises.

Oh.

Oh, you look really well.

You too, Mum.

No more dark colours for you, eh?

I wasn't going to miss the Olympics, was I? Oh, of course.

Well, you must be desperate to see your old room.

Why have you moved Dad's chair?

Oh, I was just... cleaning.

No, it's alright. I'll move it back later. Let's get you upstairs, shall we?

Kept it tidy for you.

Feels more like a village fight than the Olympics.

Oh, don't be fooled, Miss Palmer.

Once a year on Olympics Day, the relations between Hambleton and

become positively gladiatorial.

Shin kicking, dilly flunking. What on earth's that?

You'll see.

Morning, Father.

Mrs Devine. Surprise!

Mr Divine, how wonderful to have you back. Thanks, Father.

And this is Brenda.

Mum's told me all about you.

Aha,

the famous trophy.

Such a wrench to hand it back.

The village let Mum hold on to it after 52, when the Games were suspended.

Ronald's last Olympics.

Chief Inspector, Sergeant.

Father, Brenda, Mrs Divine.

Ah, new hat, Father.

A gift.

From Mrs Devine. Saw it at Bolton Market. Couldn't resist.

Oh, this is my son, Eddie.

You remember Chief Inspector Sullivan, don't you?

Vaguely.

Eddie, enjoy the games, everyone.

Right.

I fancy a cuppa.

Eddie? Sure.

When is Mrs Devine going to tell us about her and Chief Inspector Sullivan?

She'll tell us when she's ready.

More pertinently, when is she going to tell Eddie, given what drove him to

Kembleford two years ago?

Mrs Devine told me he got angry with her for clearing out a late husband's shed.

Eddie felt that she was trying to erase his father's memory.

Truth is, they were grieving in different ways.

They were very close before Ronald's passing, so it was all most...

Unfortunate.

Well, he seems all right now.

Perhaps time has mellowed him.

Stanley, your friends want you to know that the game of hide -and -seek is now

over.

Missed you in the library yesterday, Brent.

Yeah, well, I was reading this weird play with Mrs Devine. An ideal husband,

Oscar Wilde. She's making excellent progress.

Who's this handsome man, then?

Oh, Shirley.

Oh, I know. Bit of a shock.

Took a tumble on a slippery floor.

One good thing now, my shoes stay looking brand new.

Eddie. Hello, Mr Fleming. Looks even more like his dad now, eh, Isabel?

Mm -hm.

I found Dad's photos from 52.

Good Lord.

Brian is Camberford's finest ever Olympian.

Well, Ron was pretty good in his day. Mm -hm.

What happened there?

The heat got to me.

Did you still win?

Not that one, no.

That was always his favourite, the wife -carrying. We won it three times in a

row in the 30s.

I'll tell you what, Isabelle.

How about you and me do it this year, in Ronald's memory?

Can you do that?

Since the war, yes.

The rules were changed because of the shortage of husbands.

Why not?

I'm delighted to declare the 1955 Kembleston Olympics open.

And made better than its prevail.

The Kembleford captain, Dr Geoffrey Fleming, will now say a few words on

But first, I think we should all congratulate him on the news of his MBE

services to medicine.

Don't stop me splashing him in the barrel rolling, though.

Fainting, alcohol poisoning.

As doctor on hand, I've dealt with them all here over the years.

And of course, these are the first games since we lost Thomas Tavner, so

tragically to heat stroke in 1952.

How hot was it in 1952?

Like an oven. Oh.

Please remain vigilant.

Should you observe anyone in difficulty, come and see me at once.

Thank you.

Even for you in 1952 still rankles with your brother, it would seem.

Winning has always meant more to Brian than it does to me, Father.

You're way too modest, Geoffrey. If I'd have beaten Brian, I'd be shouting it

from the rooftops.

We all miss success in different ways.

Excuse me.

Will you be competing in the stone lifting again this year as usual, Mr.

Edgeworth? Yes, Father, and try not to come last as usual.

I've got a good feeling about Hamilton's chances this year, though.

Did you hear her?

Patty Denmore pulled out.

Father?

Who's that?

It's Ursula Fanshawe.

Who? Hamblestone's prodigious shin kicker.

Luckily,

we have Brian Fleming.

We also have a champion in the Dwyle flunking. Oh, Dwyle flunking. That's how

you say it.

Right, well, who's this champion, then?

Me. Excuse me, Miss Palmer.

The azaleas you gave us are flourishing, Miss Denmore. That's good, Father.

Is it true that you've pulled out of the games?

Afraid so.

Three nights of stomach cramps.

I've got no strength for my gardening work, let alone a barrel rolling race.

I was determined to win today.

Brian?

William said he saw you putting something on your shin -kicking shoes.

Steel hips.

Don't be daft.

Take them out, then.

You little cheap Fleming. Someone's done that.

Under competition rules, you're disqualified from the games. Otherwise,

pulling my team out. Get away.

He's obviously set me up.

I'm afraid I have to trust William here.

What?

You've been... Dick too little.

Anything to stop me beating you.

I'd arrest you for that.

I can't believe Brian did that.

Have I caught your eye?

Why, Shirley?

Dr. Fleming?

Might I trouble you for a tea?

Of course.

Good to see you. How are you feeling?

Well, I won't be winning the shin kick in this year, but I hope.

If you feel any discomfort, any at all, come and see me one.

Of course.

That chemist planted those steel tips, and my brother knows it.

Care for a hand, Mrs Devine? Oh, yes, thank you, Chief Inspector.

How is he?

Certainly he was framed.

Actually, I meant Eddie.

Oh, huh.

Doesn't suspect a thing.

So, uh, you think they'll tell him? Yes, of course.

Just not today.

Not when there are so many reminders of Ronald.

I understand.

We must be very, very careful.

I know.

That all right, Mr. Devine?

Perfect, Chief Inspector.

All together now.

One, two, three.

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

most that I've ever seen Father Brown drink.

Come on, Sergeant!

You're going to lose to a woman!

Miss Johnny, we're taking Sergeant Goodfellow to stand into Brian.

Come on, Sergeant!

is now sold out.

Mrs Duckett's sewage pudding is, however, still available.

Ready, Sergeant?

Yes, sir, but to be honest, I'm not a huge fan of spinach.

Never mind.

Three, two... Wait!

What?

Ready? Three, two, one, go!

for Humboldt's girl.

What an achievement to choke on spinach leaves.

Ursula Fanshaw didn't choke to death.

This is deadly nitrate.

Indistinguishable from spinach, apart from the fine hairs on the leaf.

The spinach contained poison, Father.

If it had been in your bowl too, you'd know about it by now, Sergeant. Hold on.

If that bowl had poison, then given Ursula swapped it with Geoffrey. She

the intended victim.

Paul!

How long were the spinach bowls left unattended for?

As long as Father Brown's dwarf long came.

Fifteen minutes?

So someone must have added the poison to Dr Fleming's bowl in that fifteen

-minute window.

And picked it.

Deadly nightshade.

Poisonings are usually calculated affairs.

This one was impulsive.

Why would anyone want to murder such a respected man?

Has Dr Fleming? Quite.

And the killer would have had to have passed through either the first aid tent

or the tea tent to get out here.

Well, Shirley was in the tea tent. You could ask her what she saw.

And Dr Fleming was in the first aid tent when I left.

What about the man who was helping you prepare the spinach?

About half an hour after he'd attacked Dr Fleming.

Brian's no murderer.

Were you with him for the whole time?

Me? Mrs. Devine confirms that she found you in the spinach -eating tent.

Alone.

Well, I've gone in there to calm down.

You clearly harbour a deep jealousy of your brother, which we all witnessed

spill into violence.

Look, I was framed and Geoffrey knew it.

And anyway, that wasn't the fight.

You should have seen us as kids.

Show me your hand.

That from the spinach?

I must have accidentally touched the poison when I straightened the spinach

balls.

Brian Fleming, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.

What?

He's got his MBE, and I'm an odd job man barely making ends meet.

Who's going to believe me?

You are a skilful handyman with a reputation for scrupulous honesty.

Geoffrey winning in 52 hurt.

I'm not going to lie.

He'd never beaten me in a race before.

I was desperate to put him back in his place.

That's why I was so angry earlier.

But I didn't try and kill him, Father.

And I didn't cheat either.

I believe you, Brian.

Can you think of anyone who might have wanted Geoffrey dead?

Everyone loves him, don't they?

Though I did see him arguing earlier, in the first day term.

Father, Patty's feeling a little shaken.

Ursula's passing has hit us all hard.

I've just come from Brian. He's protesting his innocence.

It gives me no pleasure to say it, but there has always been jealousy on my

brother's side.

Enough to want you dead?

I understand you two argued just before the poisoning.

Oh, it was nothing.

At my check -up last week, Dr Fleming said my blood pressure was up.

I prescribed some pills. After I took them, I got those stomach cramps.

And you think Dr Fleming's pills forced you out of the Olympics?

Well, I told her she was experiencing side effects.

How did that make you feel?

Angry.

Not angry enough to want to kill him, though, Father.

If the chief inspector is wrong about Brian, and I believe he is, then the

person who tried to poison you is still here, and you need to be very careful.

Point taken, Father.

Can you think of anyone else here who might have a grudge against you?

No.

And did you see anyone leave this tent?

Fifteen minutes before the spinach eating.

Not that I recall.

Yeah, Shirley said she didn't see anyone come out into the spinach eating tent

either during those fifteen minutes.

Refreshments? Of course. Thank you, Eddie.

Most kind.

Well, someone poisoned the spinach.

So either Shirley or Dr Fleming missed them or they're lying.

Well, Brian really did try and poison his brother.

What's all this?

Sherlock Holmes stuff about Mum.

Oh.

I just helped Father Brown out a bit.

Your mother's insights have proven invaluable over the past year.

New dresses.

Rearranged furniture.

Now this.

All changed for Mum since I've been away, hasn't it?

I'm going to have a wonder.

What's Eddie going to say when he hears Mrs Devine's biggest news of all?

I hope she chooses her moment carefully.

It's been almost three years since Ronald passed, but I'm not sure how much

Eddie's moved on.

Dr Fleming didn't help his team much, did he?

Banning his best athlete and getting the other one ill.

Agreed. It is erratic captaincy.

linked to the attempt on his life.

I still can't believe that man died in the heat.

Poor Thomas.

Nobody saw he was in difficulty until it was too late.

By the time Dr Fleming was alerted, he'd gone.

What was he like?

Thomas? He was a teacher.

And a charmer.

His poor wife was heartbroken.

She moved back to Scotland afterwards.

What is it, Eddie?

Someone's removed a photo.

One of Brian falling over.

Interesting.

I know someone who can make you a copy if you have the negatives.

Yeah, Mum's got them. I'll go find her.

Ah, Father.

Thought you should know.

Brian turns out to be the sole beneficiary of Jeffrey's life insurance

Oh. It's family loyalty, I suppose.

But the chief inspector says the game's up.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Ladies and gentlemen, everyone can breathe a sigh of relief.

The police have apprehended Ursula's murderer.

Chief Inspector Sullivan has now charged Brian Fleming.

On that basis, Dr Fleming and I believe the game should now resume.

Fierce competitor that she was, would have wanted.

This is seriously dangerous. I know.

Look about Evie.

We really must be very...

Eddie.

Let me say, I'm not trying to take the place of your father,

who I have the utmost respect for.

Eddie. Eddie, I was waiting for the right moment to tell you.

Tell me what?

That you're only doing this because of how much you miss Dad?

What would he say to you now?

Mrs Devine.

You all right?

Okay, fine.

It's fine.

Might I trouble you for the negatives to those photographs? Oh, of course.

Most kind.

Right, well, I'd better... Oh,

dear.

I fear the cat may be out of the bag.

Albert.

Five minutes until the stone lifting competition.

You all right?

I knew about your mum and the chief inspector.

They weren't exactly very subtle.

You can say that again.

She would never want to hurt you. No?

Then why is she carrying on like a 16 -year -old?

Here!

This is meant to be my dad's day!

After he passed, she told me that she sometimes felt relieved.

That was bad enough.

Now this.

It's like it never even existed.

All I know is your mum talks about your dad all the time.

I lost my mum.

Yeah.

And people say that time heals everything.

I'm not sure that's exactly true.

I'm sure that Mrs. Divine is talking about her relief.

That Ronald will be spared and he will suffer.

Right then. Next up is William Redshaw, eh? Look out, everybody.

Wilkins! William is the winner!

I think he never won anything before.

I'm not sure he has.

Congratulations on a striking victory, Mr. Redshaw.

Thanks, Father. Quite the transformation from your usual struggles in that

event.

Just to show you how far I've worked in medicine.

Brennan. Oh, if I may, I feel a slight headache coming down. It must be the

heat. Wait.

Amphetamines.

I saw them handed out to soldiers in the trenches.

Nowadays, of course, more usually used for illicit doping.

They transform muscular strength and endurance, do they not?

I'm a laughingstock at sport. I always have been.

The village only made me captain because no -one else wanted to do the

organising.

This year, I really wanted to win something.

I sympathise.

But how disappointing that you felt you needed to break the rules to do so.

And risky, too.

I imagine the stock of amphetamines at your pharmacy is closely audited.

Dr Fleming gave them to me.

Why would Dr Fleming risk his reputation by supplying drugs to help you cheat?

Unless he risked something even greater if he did not.

Which would also explain helping you frame Brian for cheating and sabotaging

Patty's process.

What do you have on him, will you?

I'll tell you, Father.

On condition that you let me lift that trophy of Hamilton Triumph.

I relieve the confession of rule -breaking to your own conscience.

Everyone thinks that Geoffrey Fleming is this perfect doctor.

But I know otherwise.

He was the one that put poor Shirley in that wheelchair.

Go on.

Oh! What do you know about Miss Warner's relationship with Dr Fleming?

Um, not much.

Um, and when she was serving his tea, her hand was shaking.

I wondered if she might have been a little bit scared of him.

Thank you, that is most helpful.

I don't suppose you've seen her in the library reading any books about

That's all she reads.

Great big thick things.

Mrs. Devine and partner, please can you head to the start line for the wife

-carrying championship?

Gosh!

I'm so sorry!

I was supposed to be racing with Brian.

Well, if you can't find anyone, the points will be awarded to Hambleton.

Why don't you pair up with Mr. Devine, Chief Inspector?

That's not fair.

He has jurisdiction for Hambleton, too.

Quite.

Come on, sir.

Campbellford need all the points we can get.

Campbellford!

Campbellford! Campbellford!

I'll represent Hambleton at a later event, Mr. Redshaw.

Three, two, one.

Now, if you want a slice of cake, Father, you'll have to wait. I can't

knot. Oh.

Miss Warner, I wonder if I might ask you a question.

Anything you like, Father.

Do you blame Dr Geoffrey Fleming for your condition?

What do you mean?

After your fall, Dr Fleming prescribed painkillers.

And when you went to the chemist to collect them, Mr Redshaw told you he was

baffled as to why the doctor hadn't sent you for x -rays straight away.

You don't question your doctor, do you?

That's true.

But Mr Redshaw...

He's persuaded that had your fracture been diagnosed earlier, you would still

able to walk.

I gather you've been doing some reading at the library lately.

Yes.

And this week I found my proof.

That Dr Fleming is responsible for your disability.

I lost my job, my independence.

At times it's felt like I've lost my whole future.

And it's all thanks to him.

And today you had to watch him being applauded.

I wanted to scream.

Tell everyone what he's done to me.

But you didn't.

Because you had another plan for revenge.

I didn't try to poison him, Father.

I'm going to report him to the General Medical Council.

I've written a letter.

All I need now is the courage to send it.

Your

attention,

please.

My mother and Chief Inspector Sullivan have been secretly...

And my father would be turning in his grave.

The sport you should all know.

I'm sorry.

I hated keeping it from you.

You knew.

True happiness is impossible to conceal, Mrs. Devine.

And also you two are about as subtle as a brick.

Oh, no.

But what do I do about Eddie?

He's not quite ready to accept change.

But he will do when he sees how happy you are.

Gosh, I hope you're right.

Any progress, Father?

Yes. I have established that Dr Fleming was guilty of medical negligence over

his treatment of Shirley Warner.

But did that provoke her enough to try and poison him?

Red geraniums.

Interesting.

With Hamilton still out in the lead, it's now time for the penultimate event,

the toe wrestling.

Chief Inspector Sullivan has agreed to represent Hamilton on this one.

He'll be up against a late replacement for Brian Fleming.

Eddie Devine.

You didn't waste any time, did you?

It was not all right. How many of the widows you got grieving on your shoulder

there? I can't look.

Back shortly.

Hello, Thomas.

Poor girl.

Some say red geraniums are a symbol of deep love and

passion.

You were in love with Thomas Tavern.

I saw your initials on the pots.

So?

But he was married.

So you had to keep your love a secret.

And you also had to hide your grief.

And that must have been incredibly hard.

And then today, this caught your eye.

So you looked more closely and made a shocking discovery.

Thomas didn't have to die.

He could have saved him.

You're a fraud.

I think I'll survive.

I'd already seen the deadly nightshade.

No one saw me at it.

Everything was fine.

Until Ursula switched bowls.

without giving myself away, all I could do was watch. Is that poor woman?

You and the doctor both knew a dangerous secret about each other.

Stalemate.

It should have been you, not her.

You're crazy.

Then report me.

And I'll show the world who you really are.

I've done a terrible thing.

I'm ready to face the consequences.

Good.

But first I'm going to say goodbye to Tom.

Where is it, Father?

Patty Denmore has just... Oh, no.

Kindly summon the Chief Inspector!

Vengeance will not bring Thomas back.

I owe him this.

You loved him profoundly. You owe him nothing.

I was going to tell his wife.

We had it all planned.

Thomas would not want you to sacrifice your future.

Why didn't you help him?

Dr Fleming, confess your sins and you too will have a chance at redemption.

I've never beaten Brian at any sport.

I know it shouldn't have bothered me.

Then suddenly I had a chance.

Doctor.

Help me.

Please.

I'll come back. I promise.

I won the race.

But what I lost... I'm so sorry.

And Miss Shirley Warner?

That poor girl came to me two years later.

To the day.

The guilt meant I wasn't thinking it right.

But I heard her down through.

Mr Moore, you and Miss Warner are constant reminders of Dr

Fleming's failings.

Reminders that will cut sharper than any knife.

I hope you lose everything.

Contestants in the barrel grouping, please come to the start line to collect

your barrel.

Will Dr.

Fleming lose his job?

That, and his reputation, would depend on whether Miss Warner reports him.

Any remaining competitors for the final event, the men's barrel rolling to the

start line immediately, please.

Hey, good luck, Mr. Fleming.

I'm sorry, I would have said something.

When? As I was climbing the scaffold?

Father, how can I ever repay you?

Well, that's easy. Brilliant. Thanks for coming.

Lovely rules.

So, what do the competition rules say about drug teeth, Mr. Redshaw?

Right thing to do.

Dad would have loved that.

Yeah.

He would.

We owe your father a debt of gratitude, Eddie.

With his photos that solve this crime.

Maybe Kembleford will just keep on winning it.

That would be lovely.

Eddie? There's a train to London in 15 minutes.

I'm going to take it.

Eddie, wait!

Stay a little longer.

Stay as long as you like. Look, Mum, I've got my life in London.

And you've obviously got a new life here. I've never told you this.

But before he died, your father made me promise I wouldn't spend the rest of my

days alone.

He said that?

No one will ever, ever take his place in my heart. I'm still wearing his ring.

But Chief Inspector Sullivan is a kind and decent man and he makes me happy.

I'd better go.

Bye, Mum.

Bye, love.

Gosh, it's hard to say goodbye to them, isn't it?

I have some paperwork to finish.

Of course.

This changes nothing, Father.

No.

Don't worry, Mr. Devine.

Like the prodigal son, Eddie will return.

When he's ready.

Definitely.