All language subtitles for 113 - The Hermit of Hazelnut Cottage

Now, Brenda, you've got to be a very
good girl.

And I know that doesn't come naturally,
so shoulders back, stand up straight,

and smile.

Hello. Dr. McClurgie, this is Brenda,
the evacuee I was telling you about.

Can I see your hands?

I can assure you they're perfectly
clean. I wish to rid your fortune.

Ah, yes.

Things have not been easy for you,
dragged away from someone who loved you

than life itself.

But if we look into the future, I see
that we are going to have...

So much fun.

And you did have fun with Dr McClurgie,
didn't you?

It was the best.

We'd spend all day every day having
adventures and looking for buried

I mean, sometimes he'd make me do my
homework, but I always had a way of

wrapping him around my little finger.

Well, he says ten long years have passed
and he'd like to see you again.

Well, I don't know if I'd want to see
him.

Seems a strange reaction to someone who
opened up his home to you.

I know.

But then one day he said I couldn't stay
anymore and he sent me away to a

children's home.

What did he do that for?

I don't know.

But Dr McClurgie says he may not be long
for this world, so this may be your

last chance to ask him.

Butterly rise.

Is it how you remember it?

It's like it's been frozen in time.

Maybe it has.

Just waiting for you to come and visit.

I don't know if I can do this.

Why ever not?

Because of the way it all ended.

Except by sending the letter to try to
ensure that it was not the end.

Hello. Have you come to read the last
rite?

Not today.

Hopefully.

We just received your very touching
letter.

What letter?

What are you talking about?

It's me.

Brenda.

Brave as a lion, Brenda.

I don't know what your game is, but
you're not going to win.

What did you do that for? That far?

Why did he even write the pigging
letter?

Dr. McClergy is frightened of something.

And I'm not even sure he did write the
letter.

Hello there.

Oh, look who it is.

I'm Dottie.

Dottie Finglesham.

Father Brown.

Hello.

It's me, Brenda.

I know who you are.

And I have the grey hairs to prove it.

We tried to speak with the doctor.

Dr. Maclare, he does not want to speak
to us.

Is he all right?

It's a long story.

And it does require a cup of tea.

Now we have triple tart, apple strudel
and some butterfly cake.

Mrs. Fingalstam, this is a gastronomic
extravaganza.

Yes, well, living in butterly rise, one
does grow very proficient at pastry.

There ain't nothing else to do.

It's lovely, but if you don't have a
hobby... Have you the chance of thinking

Dr McClurgy?

I am, really.

He's always kept himself to himself, but
these days he's practically a hamlet.

And yet I think he has a very good
friend who's looking out for him.

He wrote a letter on his behalf, hoping
to summon help.

Gosh.

You're right.

How did you guess?

You had not seen Brenda for ten years,
and yet you showed no surprise when she

suddenly turned up.

Of course.

I should have put my own name.

I heard you were working at St Mary's,
and I just remembered how close you both

were. I thought he'd see you, and it
would just be like old times.

So did I.

I think we must have just left it too
long.

So what's it like living in Butterly
Rise?

Oh, it's quiet.

Though we do have some exciting news.

As you can see, these cottages are
rather old, falling apart in some ways.

But Lord Sprocket has found himself a
property developer who's going to knock

them all down and build beautiful new
bungalows for us.

Does everyone share your enthusiasm?

There is one fly in the ointment.

The answer's no.

I haven't asked the question yet.

I just thought I'd save you the trouble.

Please, Angus, all we're trying to do is
build a better Butterly.

Why don't you have a word with my
developer?

Morning, Dr. McClergy.

We understand you rejected our last
offer. We have, therefore, made a

one, and I trust...

You will be impressed.

The only thing that would impress me if
you take your plans and your genes and

spittle off back to London.

We do know we are going to build this
development.

But we could just work around you.

Though there was the danger of
subsidence or some unfortunate accident.

Get out of my house!

And if you set foot on my land again...

You will be buried under it.

I tried

to be reasonable.

Oh, dear.

He can be awfully stubborn.

Well, I'm calling a meeting.

Two o 'clock, Butterly Meadow.

I used to come here with Dr McClurgie.

It'd leave messages for the pixie perk,
asking when the war was going to end.

Good place.

Paradise.

I don't believe it.

Susan.

Brenda.

Well,

what are you doing?

I'm an illustrator for the British
Nature Review.

What are you doing?

I'm just here with my friends.

Father Brown. Hello.

Mrs Devine. This is Susan.

We were evacuated together.

Just admiring your forget -me -nots and
ranunculus.

Gosh. You're awfully well informed on
plant species.

Ah, well, at St Mary's we have a very
enthusiastic group of flower arrangers.

You two must have had such fun living
here. We did.

We never knew there was a war on.

Hello there. Oh, hello.

This is awfully intriguing.

Hello, everybody.

Hello.

As you are aware, one local resident is
making this development impossible, and

we must therefore resort to plan B.

I have purchased an area of wasteland on
the edge of Butterley, and we will be

building there instead.

What?

Where exactly is this wasteland?

As a matter of fact, you're standing on
it.

This is not wasteland.

It's the most precious of places.

And it's a natural habitat for pipstrel
bats and meadow pipits.

What are they supposed to do?

Fly away.

Mr. Wainbody, I've spent five years
painting every single wildflower in this

meadow. Oh, that is good.

Because I'll soon be putting down weed
killer.

Will everyone please calm down?

I'm sure we can resolve this.

This is awful.

If only Dr McClurgie wasn't so
difficult.

It would be nice to know his point of
view.

First time we visited him, I'm not
entirely sure he recognised you, Miss

Perhaps you should call on him again.

Oh, Eileen, I miss you.

This world has changed since you left
it, and generally not for the better.

But I will continue to fight for all
that we hold dear.

And

you?

What do you want?

I want you to remember when you invited
a little girl to stay with you.

And every night, you would read her a
bedtime story.

And she would ask for another, and
another.

And before we knew it, it was morning
time.

Of course I did.

Someone has to protect you from the
monsters.

Oh, yes.

The monsters are getting close to her
all the time. Come in.

Now, somewhere in here, there's a chair.

What's happened to this place?

What do you mean?

Well, I mean the mould.

And the dust ends up... Oh, aye. Well, I
got rid of the dust some years ago, but

I came back.

And all these tins, are you getting
ready for World War III?

Well, maybe I am.

I mean, who the fuck thinks they can get
me out of this house?

They'll have a fight in their hands.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

This house is making you sick.

Why do you want to stay here? Because
all my memories are here.

Everyone I loved and lost.

Yeah, around the mildew in the silver
thing.

Oh, are you all right? I am, but the
person who threw this brick soon won't

All right, then.

Who did it?

Who did what?

Someone threw a brick through Dr
McClurgie's window. What are you talking

Oh, dear.

I hope he wasn't horribly hurt.

Well, at his age, any kind of shock
could be fatal.

I'm telling you, it was one of those
two.

And I don't trust either of them.

Did you ask Dr McClurgie why he sent you
away?

Oh, I didn't have the heart.

He's living in this crummy old house and
it's making him ill and it's... Why

don't we go back in the morning with a
picnic?

Yes.

Yes.

He looked after you so well during the
war.

Seems fair to return the favour.

Right.

Chumley!

Chumley!

Look, Spocky, you lost something. My dog
Chumley, I think he must have caught

the scent of a badger.

There you are.

Chumley, what have you got there?

That is definitely not a badger.

Patrice de Villiers, Philippe de Saint
-Denis. Morning.

Butterly Rises never had a murder until
you came to visit.

Did you know the deceased, Father?

Briefly.

He only recently came to the village.

Brought in by Lord Sprocket.

Poor Mr. Wainbody.

We didn't always see eye to eye, but...

I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Come on, Chumley.

Goodness.

What's going on?

There's been a murder.

Lord Sprocket's property developer.

No.

Not in our beautiful meadow.

Morning, Father.

Just like the Lord.

I know you move in mysterious ways, but
what exactly are you doing?

This grave was dug for a tall man, and
nobody would describe Mr. Waynebody as

that.

And the thief?

Well, I'll be darned.

It's a rat.

Made of gold.

The membership badge of the Grand Order
of Water Rats.

A charitable organisation of show
business performers.

I'd be very surprised if Edward
Waynebody was a member.

Thank you, Father.

Perhaps we should pay Dr McClurdy a
visit.

Good idea.

Tell him the awful news.

Dead? I don't miss the gloat, but I
can't pretend to be devastated.

Angus? He was a human being.

Was he?

I did not make a medical examination.

Oh, you're impossible.

I'm not going to pretend I liked him,
but no -one deserves to die like that.

He came to see you yesterday.

Is that the last time you saw him?

Yes. I keep myself to myself, and I have
not left the house for some days.

And I can confirm it.

I've tried to get him involved in
village activities, but, oh, dear, oh,

goody aunt.

Can I help you?

So sorry.

I've just noticed all the mould
everywhere.

Oh, I know.

I've offered to come round with the
scrubbing brush, but you won't allow it.

Mould is a form of life, and it has
better manners than some life forms.

Well, when I was living here, you kept
this place like a palace.

It was curzy and it was warm and
everything was spotless.

Well, yes, because I had a very
important visitor.

So why did you get rid of me?

Because one day you just sent me away to
a stinking children's home.

I was an old man and the world was
dragging on.

Please, I'm feeling tired.

Perhaps it all likes to leave.

Dr McClurgie?

Yes? You said you haven't left the house
for some days.

But these boots are covered in fresh
mud.

I have been to the back garden to pick
radishes.

Is that a crime?

Well,

that doesn't answer my question.

Well, that's got to be something he's
not saying.

Indeed.

And if we look at the garden path...
Yes.

There are no muddy footprints leading to
the back garden, but several leading to

the outside world.

It's a police car.

Is that...? It is Susan.

Thank you, Princeton.

Father, I'm so glad for you.

And I'm sorry to see you here.

I was very impressed with your
watercolours of the meadow wildflowers.

Must be a very special place for you.

It is.

Coming from London.

In the Blitz.

It's like a magical land.

I've never seen so many flowers.

And yet it is now the scene of a crime.

The police have found strands of wool
from your jumper on the piece of wood

believe was used to murder Mr.
Waynebody. No.

I didn't kill him.

Though I did hit him.

Oh. He was working near a log pile
yesterday.

And I went to see him.

Mr. Waynebody, I'm sorry I lost my
temper.

A place that is so precious.

It's the field.

It's the home.

Teeming with love.

Well, I can see you're very passionate.

Maybe I'll build somewhere else.

Turn this place into a nature reserve.

Really?

No, of course not, you stupid woman.

These creepy crawlies have had their
day.

Time for a nice rest under the concrete.

I did attack him, but... I don't think I
killed him.

He didn't fall down.

And I certainly didn't bury him.

Miss Payne, I believe that someone else
murdered and buried Mr. Waynebody after

you left, and I intend to find out who.

Susan, did you see anyone else on the
meadow?

Her.

Only Mrs. Finglesham.

She was having a late evening stroll.

Yes, I was in the meadow.

I go there most evenings to visit my
husband.

Thought your husband died in the war.

That's right.

He was in the Royal Flying Corps.

Got shot down over Arras in 1917.

His body was never recovered.

But I have planted thousands of
wildflowers in his memory.

Oh, Mrs Fingerton, that is so lovely.

I've planted a dwarf rhododendron in
memory of my Ronald.

And when you were out walking in the
meadow, did you see Mr Waynebody?

Well, I didn't see him, but I heard him.

As I walked past the marquee...

I heard the most almighty row between
Mr.

Waynebody and Lord Sprocket. What were
they saying?

Well, I couldn't make out the words, but
Lord Sprocket sounded furious.

Standing here now, you can see why this
is such a precious place.

Those insects seem to be performing a
symphony.

Yesterday,

you said they're living in Butterly.

You didn't know there was a war on.

And yet, Miss Payne went very quiet at
that moment.

Well, she were obsessed with the war.

Once, she said she saw a German airman
in the woods.

Well, when I went looking, there were no
-one there.

Fascinating.

Well, I still want to know what Spockett
and Waynebody were arguing about.

Yes.

Shall we?

So this is the epicentre of the
development.

Indeed.

I have no shortage of blunt objects.

Oh.

Oh.

With the new bungalows.

They're really rather attractive.

And a sales contract.

Mr. Waynebody bought a hectare of land
from Lord Sprocket for 100 guineas.

Oh. How much is a hectare?

About two and a half football pitches.

The size of this meadow.

And worth considerably more than 100
guineas.

Oh.

Well, Lord Sprocket must be a complete
nincompoop.

Nincompoop?

Nincompoop?

Sorry, Lord Sprocket. We didn't know you
could hear us. Obviously not.

What are you doing in my tent?

Ah, I apologise, Lord Sprocket, for the
unauthorised visit.

But we are keen to know more about Mr
Waynebody.

So am I.

Strange sort of cove. Seemed nice enough
when I first met him. Not so much in

retrospect.

He took me out for lunch last week. It
was a rather good lunch with a great

of wine.

And as he topped up my glass, he gave me
some...

paper's the sign, and it was only
yesterday I realised quite what I'd

away.

Yesterday evening you were heard arguing
with him.

May I ask what was said?

I called him a charlatan, and one or two
words I wouldn't use in front of the

fair effects.

Oh, don't worry.

We've heard it all.

What happened afterwards?

I headed home for Ovaltine and his
sticky bun, and didn't see him again

this morning.

Hmm.

With Mr. Wayne body dead, I presume the
sale of the meadow will not be

completed. I hope you're not suggesting
I did something sinister.

No one's suggesting that.

But we're all rather relieved that the
meadow will be saved.

Yes, although I do still plan to
renovate the old cottages. I've just

a new developer, and hopefully this one
will get through to old McClurgie.

How dare he take a wrecking ball to
everything I hold dear?

You can't make yourself this place.

Yes, but I'll have more and more people
hammering on my door trying to take me

out of house and home.

Look, there's no point worrying about
it.

I've made us all a picnic.

Well, any kind of food would stick in my
craw.

I'm going to barricade the windows and
the doors and turn this place into a

fortress.

Well, it does seem a bit extreme.

And it can't be good for you, shutting
yourself away from the world.

I managed to avoid the outside world for
a month now without any ill effects.

That's not quite true, is it, Dr.
McClovey?

Because there are a set of muddy
footprints leading from your front door

the meadow.

Indeed.

I did go out the front door and walk
down the garden path, but when I got to

gate, I couldn't go any further.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean the outside.

It scared me.

I mean, everything, the daylight,
birdsong, it seemed to just keep

my head and, well, I shall remain
indoors now.

No, that's not like you.

You always said, look fear in the face
and go... Yeah, well, I was a

braver person then and then there was a
terrible evil in this village.

No, but Butlery Rise is as safe as
houses.

That's why this end is here.

Although there was the story of a German
airman living in the woods.

It was more than just a story.

Yes, his plane crashed near Tawny Lake.

But there was no one inside it.

And that's when the rumours began.

It was a giant of a man, hiding out
there somewhere.

A giant of a man?

Yes. Is that why you sent me away?

It is.

I kept thinking, what if he's the first
and we're about to be invaded?

And is this really a safe place for a
child?

And Susan, well, she saw him and... He
was never the same again.

Miss Payne.

Yes? I've been thinking about Mr
Waynebody's death and burial.

He was buried in a hole considerably
larger than he was.

But perhaps this grave was originally
dug for a much taller man,

like the German airman you saw during
the war.

It was the strangest thing.

I was walking in the woods, and there he
was, sort of floating

amongst the trees.

And I ran and got Brenda, but he was
gone.

Was that the last time you saw him?

I suspect that all these things are
connected.

I did see him again.

Three weeks later.

I was playing on my own because Brenda
had been sent away.

And I heard a noise coming from it.

It sounded like an animal in pain.

Thank you.

Thank you.

And there he was.

And he begged me to set him free. So I
did.

And then he left me in the dark.

Goodbye, little girl.

Hours and hours. I don't remember.

Do you know whose woodshed it was?

No.

We used to play in everyone's garden.

And this German?

What did he look like?

He was tall, with intense hazel eyes.

And he had a wound in his foot, with
stitches in it.

Please, Dr. McLaggy, do you have some
more?

Oh, these sorbets are quite delicious. I
know they grow them down at Tatton

Farm.

Dr.

McLaggy. Yes?

When did you last practice medicine?

Oh, well, I hung up my stethoscope many
moons ago.

Although I suspect during the war you
performed minor surgery on a German

airman.

I did.

Everything I told you is the truth, but
not the whole truth.

I had a neighbour who found the airman.
I decided to keep him as a prisoner.

I said this was madness.

We could be hung for harbouring an enemy
alien.

But I was summoned to stitch up his
wounds.

He'd been badly injured by his fall.

He survived, and a few weeks later...

Losing pain set him free.

What was the name of the neighbour?

Um... I cannot recall.

Um... Dr McClurgie?

Took some photographs of me the day I
arrived here. Oh, you look so innocent.

Well, you know what they say. The camera
never lies.

Who's this?

Oh, I don't know.

Ah,

yes.

That's Freddie Singlesham.

Well -known entertainer of this parish.

No, but that was some time ago.

Indeed.

Sometimes the past refuses to remain
buried.

Father Brown.

Can I help you?

I do hope so, Dottie.

I'd like to thank you for everything you
did during the war, especially looking

after my young friend.

You saw she was a unique spirit, and you
found another unique spirit to look

after her.

You're welcome.

But it must have been a most upsetting
time.

Bringing back memories of the First War
and the loss of your husband.

Oh, it was a terrible time.

Seeing all those young men called up.

Constant fear of invasion.

Oh, terrible feeling of loneliness.

And yet your loneliness came to an end.

When walking in the woods, you saw a
German airman.

It was the anniversary of Freddy's
death.

I was walking around feeling utterly
empty.

And suddenly there he was.

I was confused.

And I should have told the authorities.

But they would only lock him away in
some awful prisoner of war cap.

If Freddy had been lost behind enemy
lines, I'd like to think that a Hausfrau

would have taken him home to look after
him.

So that's what I did.

Good morning.

I hope you had a good night.

Yes, thank you.

I was most comfortable.

I'm just grateful that...

You were able to look past my uniform
and did not report me. How could I?

You know, Dottie, I dream that when this
war is over, I can

take you to my home village of Valgaard
and you can meet my mother and she can

thank you from the bottom of her heart.

I would love that.

But we must... Get this wound seen to.

I know a doctor who could work wonders
with it.

Perhaps you can untie my hands and I can
wash myself before he comes over.

I don't think so.

But still, maybe.

Whatever happened to your airman?

Susan Payne happened.

She broke in and untied him.

Friedrich ran.

And he was never seen again.

I'm not surprised Friedrich ran.

But he would have needed money to
survive.

Earlier today I found an item that must
have been buried for years.

With the membership badge of the Water
Rats.

I believe your husband was a member.

Did Friedrich break into your home and
steal the badge, along with other items

of jewellery?

And did you ensure that he never broke
the Eighth Commandment again?

No.

No, no, it wasn't like that.

I... I...

I was fond

of him.

He gave me no choice.

Friedrich, what are you doing?

It's not safe for me.

I'm going to leave the country.

It would be safer to wait till the war
is over.

This war will last longer than you
think.

Never underestimate the power of
Germany.

I think Germany is on its knees at the
moment.

But if you're determined to be so
reckless, then I'll come with you to

safe.

You really think I could last another
minute?

On your pathetic, worthless,
muttering... No.

I thought you liked me.

You're even more stupid than you
thought.

What did you do with the body?

We have our own beautiful, God -given
burial ground.

And he would have remained there.

Except that yesterday Mr. Wainbody
announced that because Dr.

McClergy refused to sell, he was going
to build on the meadow instead.

A few minutes later, someone threw a
brick through Dr. McClergy's window.

I think you know who.

That was a terrible thing to do, I know.

I was just so angry that it... Tabernas
was causing all these problems.

The next day, Mr. Waynebody was found
dead in an enormous hole.

But, of course, you didn't dig that
grave for Waynebody.

You were digging up Friedrich's bones.

And Waynebody caught you.

Please, Father.

man wouldn't leave well alone.

Mrs. Binglesham, what are you doing?

These are human bones.

Suddenly it all makes sense.

Why, you didn't want me to build on the
meadow.

So who is it?

I'm guessing it's your husband.

No!

You mustn't tell anyone.

Oh, the police need to know about this.

Everyone needs to know.

And I knew if he told the police, then
everybody...

secret has tormented you for years and
now you have another secret

you must confess or your soul will never
be free

and that is eternal damnation

I've never felt much an old soul.

I knew she was reckless.

I had no idea she was a murderer.

Because you're kind.

And you're caring.

And you always see the best in people.

And we're all so grateful how you looked
after Brenda.

No, I have been so guilty of gross
negligence.

And now...

I'm going inside to fossilise.

I think there's only one person who can
get through to him.

None of this was your fault.

What? All you did was keep a secret for
a friend.

How were you supposed to know she was a
murderer?

Well, yes, it does cut to the quick.

And you're betrayed by a friend.

And I betrayed you when I sent you away.

No, you did it to protect me.

And, yeah, I had a hard time with it to
begin with, but you taught me how to be

strong and how to see the funny side and
how to have an adventure.

And that's what's got me through.

Oh, I will.

Maybe I wasn't a complete waste of
space.

Well, now, shall we have a wee cup of...
Hold

on.

I don't understand.

Why are you staying in a mouldy old
shack when they're offering you a brand

place with hot water and electricity?

I brought my Eileen here, and we had 40
wonderful years.

All my memories are here.

No, they live inside you.

I had your voice inside my head all
those years I was in that home.

But right now, I need you to be very
brave indeed.

So I've spoken to my new developer, and
he was quite clear it is not going to

happen.

Where's he?

I had such plans for this place.

I was even going to accommodate people
in Sprocket Hall while their homes were

rebuilt, but alas and alack. Good
evening, all.

This young lady is very much in need of
a nice cup of tea. I'm just glad to

breathe fresh air again.

And thank you, Father, for making that
possible.

You're welcome, Miss Payne.

Glad I've got you.

Fortunately, Butterly Meadow has been
paved.

My solicitor says the sale was never
completed, so we can all breathe a sigh

relief. Thank goodness.

But are you still going to rebuild our
cottages?

I'm afraid not.

Apparently, if Dr.

McGurgie won't sell, it's no can do, and
there's no persuading him.

Father, seems like Brenda can still wrap
him round her little finger.

Hello, everyone.

nice out.

Dr. McClergy, it is so good to see you.
Hi.

So, when are you going to start work on
my new bungalow? I thought you were dead

against it. Well, I had to talk it
through with an old friend.

You glad you came back to Butcherley?

I am.

But I'm also glad that I left.

Really? Why's that?

Well, if I'd have stayed, I never would
have met the two most important people

in my life.