Original subtitles

"My dear friend, I am sick with worry

"and need your help.

"My dear daughter, Marianne,

"has for some time been plagued by dark visions of spectral beings.

"Since the doctor is unable to give a diagnosis,

"my wife fears it could be something supernatural or even demonic."

No...

Leave me alone!

ECHOES: Leave me alone! Leave me alone!

"I beg of you, please come.

"We need your spiritual guidance and wisdom,

"as I fear for both Marianne's sanity and soul."

Sir Benedict said five o'clock.

At this rate, it'll be dark by the time we get back.

Ah. I have a suspicion that this may be our transport to the castle.

I hope that's a joke.

I knew we should have gone in Hercules.

Whoa there, Medusa.

Father Brown, I presume...

Pleased to meet you. And these are my companions.

We were expecting a car.

Oh, the workings of a motor vehicle are a mystery to me.

But aren't you Sir Benedict's chauffer?

I'm actually the gamekeeper.

The chauffer left, along with the maid and everyone else.

Absolutely terrified out of their wits, they were.

Really? Yeah, what with Miss Marianne wandering

the castle late at night, muttering and groaning

about some strange horned creature.

Still, don't worry, Medusa will look after you.

Medusa?

Climb aboard...

Are you sure we're all right coming along?

Oh, it was Sir Benedict who suggested it.

Where do I go?

Plenty of room in the back.

Away, Medusa, away!

HORSE WHINNIES

BIRDS SQUAWK

Whoa there, Medusa!

The Doctor Lasden's staying with us.

He's a very learned gentleman.

Do all horses smell this bad?

Yes - there's definitely something in the air.

You can say that again.

You treat me like a prisoner!

Until you're recovered, I just think you should stay in your room.

Let me speak to her...

Father Brown, thank you so much for coming.

Anything for a friend.

Apologies for the mode of transport.

We had some last-minute problems...

Well, at least we got to meet Medusa.

Ha. And these must be your companions you spoke so warmly of.

Welcome.

Sir, might I...? Later.

Please, come inside...

BIRD SQUAWKS

Ah, there you are.

And this is Lilith...

Delighted to meet you all.

And you.

Congratulations on your wedding.

I'm sorry I couldn't attend.

That's quite all right.

I'm so glad you're here, Father.

How is Marianne?

I barely recognise her.

She's forever scared...anxious.

I don't remember the last time I saw her smile.

She had one of her episodes last night.

We found her on the clifftop.

Was she conscious?

She was in a sort of trance again.

As if possessed.

Sometimes, she sees a cloaked figure walking the castle corridors.

Other times, she claims to see a devil-like creature with horns.

Could her delirium be the result of poisoning?

Or perhaps a reaction to certain foods?

We've changed her diet several times.

And she even abstained from eating and drinking for a short time -

but still it continued.

Sir, might I have that word? I've told you we'll speak later.

I really feel strongly, sir...

Not now - it's not the time.

But it mustn't go ahead, sir. It can't... I said not now!

CLEARS THROAT

Before we were married, Lilith was Marianne's tutor.

Ah!

Tell them what you saw.

She was in the woods with some friends.

When I approached, I realised they were

reciting from a book on Satanism.

What did you do?

I took the book away and burned it.

Still can't believe that you've invited a priest.

Oh!

I've known Father Brown for years. I respect his judgment.

This is Marianne's physician.

I take it you're still no closer to diagnosing what's wrong with her?

Well, one thing I'm certain of,

she's not being tormented by the Devil.

So sorry for your wasted journey.

Doctor, I'm here to assess the situation.

That said, I agree...

..her symptoms are likely caused by something less satanic.

How very enlightened of you.

She's upstairs, Father.

Second door on the left.

CLOCK TICKS

Thank you.

We'll wait down here.

Let me show you to the drawing room.

DOOR CREAKS

We were told to wait in the drawing room.

Those spooky figures Marianne sees,

you don't think they could be real, do you?

No, of course not.

Me neither.

Argh!

Father said you baptised me.

I didn't know that.

You bawled and struggled throughout the ceremony.

You were so strong, your father could barely hold you.

And now look at me.

Wasting away in this place...

..like some invalid.

These strange creatures you've been seeing?

The hooded one carries some sort of stick or staff,

and the one with horns has fur on his body.

And the satanic chanting,

when did that occur?

A few months ago.

It was just a silly game after a party.

Me and my friends were all a little tipsy

and trying to scare each other.

But I've often wondered...

..if, by accident...

..we summoned up the Devil.

I see you still sketch.

I was offered a place at an Art School in Paris.

But then all this happened and Father stopped me going.

SHE SIGHS

He's very worried about you.

Anyone in particular?

No, I was just experimenting.

Hmm.

I think I was influenced by those...

I must have done them when I was in a trance

but I...I don't remember.

As it's late, you're all very welcome to spend the night, Father.

Thank you.

We could talk again, tomorrow.

Mm.

I think we ought to lock your windows and your door tonight.

Do you have to?

Your father's worried you'll wander to the cliff edge.

I just want you to be safe.

You've got Father Brown all wrong.

He's not here to do an exorcism or owt like that.

He's as logical as any scientist.

The man is a Catholic priest,

which means he actually believes in the Devil!

Now, could there be anything more illogical?

Mm...

I've decided to stay another night - if that's all right.

Yes, of course.

Is it really necessary?

That poor child needs someone around who's still thinking straight.

Goodnight.

I've prepared guest rooms for you both and put nightwear out.

Oh - didn't realise we were staying.

Please follow me...

Nightcap, Father?

Why not?

Thank you.

GLASSES CLINK

Just like old times.

Ah.Ah.

What do you make of the doctor?

Well, he's very matter of fact.

HE CHUCKLES

He's a good man.

Though I think he's mistaken about it all being in Marianne's mind.

Well, she certainly believes what she sees is real.

Is there something else, Ben?

When she's in a trance, she's not in control.

I'm concerned what she might do.

To herself?

And others.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

FLOORBOARDS CREAKS

What are you doing?! Creeping about like Jack the Ripper!

Just looking for the bathroom.

It's down there...

Oh. See you in the morning.

ROOSTER CALLS

SHE SIGHS

Oh.

RADIO PLAYS

SHE STARTLES

Your morning tea, sir.

What have you done!

Are you all right, Father?

Father?

Yes, thank you, Sergeant.

The killer certainly made sure he wouldn't survive.

I mean, there's blood everywhere.

Including Mrs Devine's nightdress.

SHE CRIES SOFTLY

I've put loads of sugar in for the shock.

It just doesn't make any sense...

It's all right. Just take your time.

But...

..but how did I end up in bed with him?

Just, erm, start from the beginning.

I went to sleep in the guest room...

..and woke up in the tower.

I don't remember anything else.

Temporary amnesia. How convenient.

That's enough of that.

Well, as a doctor, I can tell you that losing one's memory

is very rare.

Although blackouts are more common when alcohol is involved.

I only had two glasses of wine.

Was it you? Marianne, please. You'll only upset yourself...

Did you kill my father?

Of course not!

Come on, let's get you back upstairs.

Maybe...

..maybe the...the horned creature did it!

Marianne, Marianne, trust me, there is nothing

demonic about any of this.

Your father was killed by a real person!

And I'll make damn sure they hang for it!

MARIANNE WHIMPERS

It doesn't seem real.

No...it doesn't.

Lady Gellert, is there a reason why Sir Benedict

was sleeping in the tower?

He always insisted we have separate bedrooms.

Forgive me for asking.

I'm just trying to find out exactly what happened last night.

I take it you believe your friend is innocent?

Without a doubt.

BELL TOLLS

Does Marianne ever become violent during her trances?

A little aggressive...

..but I wouldn't say violent.

But even if she had, she was locked in her room last night.

Marianne?

This is where I first saw him...

..by the maze.Who?

The horned figure.

BELL CONTINUES TO TOLL Do you think it was the Devil?

Marianne... I think it was.

..how did you get out of your room this morning?

What?Your room.

Your father locked the door last night and took away the key.

I knew he was planning to lock me in,

so I took the spare key from the servants' quarter.

I had to get out.

Your father?

Looks like he's been attacked.

You stabbed him with your pencil...

I couldn't help myself.

Sometimes I...

..I hated him.

Hated him? He wouldn't let me leave this place!

I begged him but he wouldn't listen!

Marianne, I don't wish to distress you further,

but you father had a cut on his cheek.

Surely you don't think that I...

He meant everything to me.

I need some air.

And what time was this?

About two o'clock.

I got up for a drink and saw Mrs Devine by the attic stairs.

I was looking for the bathroom.

But it's on a different corridor.

I got a bit lost.

Did anyone else see Mrs Devine last night?

CLOCK CHIMES

WHISPERING: Brenda...

Um...

Yeah, she was outside my room.

About the same time.

Right, moving on. Um...

If I could turn to you, Mr Fenwick.

Is it normal, as gamekeeper, to bring Sir Benedict his morning tea?

With the maid away, Sir Benedict asked if I would oblige.

Oh, this is an absolute sham!

She's obviously guilty.

Doctor, please take your seat.

What exactly is going on here? Huh?

Why haven't you arrested her yet?

May I remind you that I am the one asking the questions.

Yes, but the evidence clearly points to her being the murderer.

If I may interject.

If Mrs Devine is indeed the murderer,

then why did she not flee the scene?

And why get in bed with her victim?

Well, we only have her word for that.

When Fenwick came in, she wasn't in bed.

She was standing right over the body.

That is true.

And her nightdress was covered in blood!

Now look here... Chief Inspector...

..you don't have a choice.

You wouldn't be doing your job if you didn't arrest me.

Mrs Isabel...

Sergeant...

Mrs Isabel Devine, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder

of Sir Benedict Gellert.

You are not obliged to say anything,

but anything you say may be given in evidence.

You'll be out of custody in no time. I promise.

I will do everything I can to prove your innocence.

On this occasion Father, your 'interference'

would be very much appreciated.

We should have kept quiet about me seeing you.

No - you did the right thing.

You ready?

Have faith.

I want background checks on everyone, Sergeant.

Righty-o, sir.

One of them has to be the real killer.

ENGINE STARTS

Mr Fenwick.

I wonder if I might have a word.

Going somewhere?

Just getting Medusa ready.

We've got to go into the village, get some supplies.

What did you need to speak to Sir Benedict about?

You seemed very angry.

Well, yeah, I...

He was going to let the developers build on some of the castle land.

And you objected to that?

Well, it's an ancient burial ground.

A cemetery? Well, it's pre-Christian.

Round these parts, there's been dozens of pagan tribes,

with all kinds of Gods.

Like Dagda, Cernunnos...

So what was your main objection?

Well, desecrating ancient graves is sacrilege!

Such an act could put us all in the greatest danger.

Danger?

Yes, by enraging the spirits of the dead

and releasing long and forgotten evils.

And you believe all that nonsense.

Nonsense? It's already started.

Marianne? Yes! Those ghostly figures she saw,

that was after the land had been surveyed.

It's a warning!

So, this anger you felt towards Sir Benedict...

..did it turn to violence?

No, no. I would never do anything to harm the master.

He's been good to me.

Father Brown...

Marianne, can you hear me?

Sit her down...

What's happened?

She was having one of her episodes.

I wanted you to witness it, Father. Quickly, my salts.

In my bag.

Marianne, can you hear me? Marianne...?

Hurry! Marianne.

Marianne, come on.

Marianne, please...

Come on, come on. Thank you.

Does she usually faint?

Sometimes. It's all right, Marianne.

I felt it...trying...

..starting to possess me.

Did you see the strange figures?

No... No, not this time.

A brandy, to calm her nerves.

Could you please get one? Will do.

What exactly is wrong with her?

She was having an hallucination.

Yes, but what caused it?

This has gone on too long.

Look, I know your focus needs to be on helping your friend,

but, please, don't give up on Marianne.

I won't.

You can go wherever you want in the castle,

just find out what it all means!

I'm very sorry about this, Mrs Devine.

KEYS RATTLE, LOCK CLICKS

SHE WHIMPERS

DOOR CREAKS, SHUTS

Hello?

SHE SCREAMS

Brenda, pull yourself together!

Miss...

SHE SCREAMS

DOOR CREAKS

There you are. I need to return to the station.

Sergeant Goodfellow just telephoned.

Mrs Devine's in a bad way.

Why? What's happened?

I'm not sure. She's feeling faint and struggling to breathe.

I need to see her.

You should never have arrested her.

Perhaps I should come too.

No, I need you to stay here.

I'll be back shortly.

Do you think she'll be all right?

That rather depends on how quickly we get to the truth.

What's that?

Sir Benedict wrote a letter to the doctor, ending their affair.

Affair?

Gosh!

I wondered why him and Mrs Gellert were in different beds.

Mm. Mm.

Talk about trouble in paradise.

Mm.

Is Marianne in her room?

Yes.

I think you've done all you can for her.

Which isn't a great deal.

Lady Gellert, may I speak with you?

Of course.

I understand that Sir Benedict wrote the doctor a letter.

A letter?

I saw you put it in his bag.

Have you read it? Yes.

I tried to get him to end it.

I even helped him compose the letter.

Foolish of me.

Foolish?

He was never going to stop.

I was clearly second best.

That must be hurtful.

He only married me for appearances...

He used me.

And you are angry about that.

I didn't kill him, Father.

Marianne is like a daughter to me.

I'd never do anything to hurt her.

And despite everything...

..I did actually love him.

KNOCK AT DOOR

DOOR OPENS

I'm returning to London.

But you're coming back?

I'm afraid not.

CLEARS THROAT

Lilith is right, I've...failed you.

You've never believed me, have you?

That the things I see are real?

It has to be psychological.

No. The more it goes on, the more convinced I am

that it's supernatural.

Everything was fine until I recited from that satanic text.

As a doctor, I can't accept that.

Please don't go.

Ever since I was little, you've always been around.

Stay. I can't...

It's just too painful.

Because of Father?

He was...

..my best friend.

Take me with you.

You remind me too much of him.

Take care, Marianne...

Dr Lasden...

I'm in a hurry.

I owe you an apology. This belongs to you.

You took it from my bag!

It's not something I'm proud of.

But under the circumstances...

If you breathe one word of this!

It's not my intention to judge.

I'm just trying to get to the truth.

Is that so?

There was a mark on Sir Benedict's cheek,

as if he'd been struck by someone wearing a ring.

Like your ring.

Did you confront him?

Is that the real reason you were on the landing last night?

I shouldn't have gone up...

So that's it, then.

After all these years...

There's no other way.

Forgive me...

Don't!

I'm sorry...

Just go.

Go!

It was clear he had made his choice.

I just couldn't compete.

With Lilith?

No, the invisible man in the sky.

He chose him over me.

What happened after the argument?

I left.Just like that?

Yes, just like that!

Because I'm a deviant it does not make me a murderer.

Father Brown...!

Over here.

Look...

That's a lot of blood.

Looks like that rock's been used as a weapon.

Hmm, there's more specks here...

Must have staggered and fell, and then what?

Where did they go?

And whose blood is it?

I haven't seen Fenwick for a while.

He said he was going down to the village.

Marianne, don't.

Maybe the Devil kills people he can't possess.

Is that what happened to Father?

If we stay here, we are all going to die.

Shush, it's all right...

It's all right. It's OK.

I'm sorry. It...

..all became too much.

I brought these from home.

Thought they might make it a bit more comfortable for you.

That's very sweet of you.

Thank you, Sergeant. Sergeant...

..any news from the background checks?

I'm afraid not, sir.

OK, um... Between Father Brown and I, we will crack this...

..so don't worry. Stop saying that!

We don't know what's going to happen.

I'm sorry.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.We wanted to see that you were all right.

Do you think I'm mad, Father?

No.

I think that you have been through so much.

But you must not lose hope, Marianne.

Lose hope?

Every night, I pray for this all to stop.

But this thing - whatever it is that possesses me -

it's getting stronger.

I know it may not seem like it, but God does hear our prayers.

I'm not sure I believe that any more.

Mrs Gellert called the police about the blood.

They'll be here soon.

Is that supposed to make me feel safe?

Sorry.

But we're dealing with something bigger than all of us.

The ultimate evil.

Is this what you see?

Yes.

Father, what exactly am I looking for?

Books on religions and folklore.

In Marianne's drawings,

the figures had jagged horns -

more like antlers.

What does that mean?

Some pre-Christian Gods had antlers.

Ah!

Pagan Myths.

Cernunnos - god of nature.

"Little is known about the tribes that worshipped him, although it is

"believed their rituals involved transcendental experiences."

Transcendental?

It's thought that pagan tribes used hallucinogenic plants.

So, Marianne might have eaten one of these plants.

No.

She still experienced "visions" even when she was fasting.

So maybe the doctor had been secretly injecting her

with the plants' poisons.

No.

They would have left marks, which she would have noticed.

Right, so if the plants are the things that's causing

Marianne to see things, how did they end up inside her?

I don't know.

I wonder if hallucinogens grow in the grounds?

Maybe Marianne might know.

Shall I go and ask her?

If you would. I'll carry on reading.

DOOR CLOSES

OBJECT SHATTERS

Who's there?

MUFFLED SCREAM

HE GROANS

HE SIGHS

Should you be taking me out of the cell?

Just...interviewing a prisoner.

Look, is there anything else you can remember?

No...

I don't think so.

There must be something.

I had a slight headache when I woke up in the tower,

but other than that...

Those scratches on your leg - how did you get those?

Oh, I don't know.

There's one on the other.

How odd.

FOOTSTEPS

I know who you are!

You scrawled symbols on the window shutters

to make Marianne think she was possessed.

Sometimes you appear to her in a cloak,

sometimes with horns.

There's a fireplace in Marianne's room

and that's where you put the hallucinogenic plants,

so that when the fire was lit, the fumes made her delirious.

There was soot on the book you were reading in the library -

soot from your fingers.

And then you fastened and locked the bedroom window

and took away the key so that there was no fresh air in there,

only the air that you had poisoned.

The green cloak was my ancestors' tribal dress, but these...

..represent the great Cernunnos.

Cernunnos -

the true god of the natural world.

Brenda...

She's not dead...

..yet.

Chloroform.

Is that what you used on Mrs Devine, when you framed her?

It should have been the maid,

but the silly girl got scared and left.

You insisted several times that I stay to find out the truth.

Were Marianne's trances a ploy to get me here...

..and keep me here?

What do you want from me, Lilith?

I belong to the ancient, lost religion of the Stacga.

I'm a direct descendent of its tribal chieftains.

And, like all pagan religions,

they were almost wiped out by the Christians.

So you want revenge for the past.

No. To summon Cernunnos from the afterlife,

his enemy must be killed by a tribal chieftain on sacred ground.

As an ordained Christian priest,

you are that enemy.

You married Sir Benedict

and killed him

to inherit his land.

He was going to let developers desecrate it.

GURGLING: Why...?

Why?

Ask your ancestors.

Ask Father Brown.

Christ's dominance is coming to an end.

Amen.

This sacred land was taken from the Stacga tribe

and now it's in my possession,

I can finally perform the ritual that will awaken Cernunnos.

I take it you didn't call the police.

When I do call them,

three bodies and the cart will be down there -

a tragic accident caused by Fenwick driving too close to the edge.

How can you kill so easily?

It has been my sole mission in life

to take back this land and reawaken my God.

No sacrifice is too great.

For the glorious rebirth of Cernunnos,

accept your fate!

No!

Leave him alone!

SCREAM

Hold on!

I've got you.

The God I serve...

..is a God of compassion.

I am not your enemy.

This is not the end, Father.

Cernunnos will rise again.

Get in the car, miss.

I should have realised.

I should have protected the master from her.

Don't blame yourself.

And are YOU all right?

Oh, I'm fine.

Just a bit light-headed.

An ambulance is on its way, Miss Palmer.

Thank you, Father.

I've told them to release Mrs Devine.

I hope she's all right.

Father, as grateful as I am, this was obviously a one-off.

Obviously.

Why did you come back?

I should never have left.

You're the daughter of...

..of the man I loved.

Father Brown...

Marianne,

now this is over,

you must grieve for your father.

Have you any idea what you might do?

I'm not sure yet.

I just...

I know I have to get away from this place.

Far away.

BRENDA: I made a cake!

To celebrate your return...

..after being banged up.

It was only a few hours.

Although it felt like much longer.

I can't thank you enough, Father.

I'm so grateful for what you did.

It was a group effort.

Inspector?

Chief.

Well, seeing as I'm off duty...

Allow me.

To Mrs Devine's release.

BOTH: To Mrs Devine's release!

HORN TOOTS

Oh.

Erm, excuse me.

Cheers.

Dr Lasden. Marianne.

What a lovely surprise.

Just wanted to say goodbye.

Goodbye?

She's coming to live with me in London.

And then next year I'm going to art school.

That's wonderful news.

A parting gift.

For all you did.

I'd forgotten what that smile looked like.

Thank you.

Take care, Father.

And you, too.

Bye, Marianne.

HORN TOOTS