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As you all know, running this sewing circle is one of my great pleasures.

It's not been without its challenges.

Who could forget the doily debacle of '52?

LAUGHTER

But I was thinking that this year

we could put on a little display of our work in the village.

After all, some of us are prize-winning embroiderers.

Our own exhibition. Wouldn't our husbands' be proud!

Oh, please, because we're displaying a few handkerchiefs

by prize-winning embroiderers?!

So, what do you suggest, then, Catherine?

The Kembleford Tapestry.

Uh! Not this again.

It's something that would actually challenge us,

showcase our talents properly.

We could ask St Mary's to display it.

I heard you used to work on projects that meant something -

made blankets for people in Coventry after the bombings,

darned socks for front-line troops.

The war was a long time ago.

Don't you miss having a purpose?

This is our chance to prove that we're more than just...

..bored housewives with too much time on their hands.

Speak for yourself.

It's a very worthy idea, Catherine, but as I've said before,

I simply don't have the time to work on such a big project.

I'm sorry. No, I'm sorry.

I don't think you have the vision to lead us any more, Violet.

So I'm putting myself forward as the new head of the sewing circle.

It's time for you to vote.

Everything all right, love?

The group has decided on a change of direction.

I'm no longer head of the sewing circle.

What am I going to do, Daniel?

Oh. Is that Father Brown, then?

This depicts St Mary's being built in the 1180s, Brenda.

I don't think he's quite that old.

Oh. And hopefully less rotund.

We've spent weeks each completing a panel

depicting a period of Kembleford's history.

Today, we're joining those panels together and adding a border.

And then it's going be installed in St Mary's,

ready for the unveiling on Saturday.

This is Judith's.

She finished hers at home long before the rest of us.

She's by far our best needlepointer.

I'd use a chain stitch rather than a stem stitch, Marjory, surely?

And very keen to share her knowledge.

Congratulations, Mrs Goodfellow,

on organising such an ambitious project.

Actually, this is all Catherine Glover's doing.

Why does this have your name down

as the head of the sewing circle, not me?

I'm sorry, there must have been a mix-up. A mix-up?

You just can't stand that I'm in control

of your precious little sewing group, can you?

I'm sorry about that, Father.

Catherine can get very passionate about things.

She's been even more stressed lately.

I think it's the pressure of the event.

Yeah, Mrs Devine's the same, and her wedding's weeks away!

I'm sure no offence was deliberately intended, Miss Glover.

Maybe you're right, Father.

But this tapestry has to be a success.

I'm looking forward to the unveiling.

Actually, I've asked someone else to do that.

But it's Father Brown's church?

I think you'll find it's God's church, Miss Palmer.

I'm sorry. Your parents might not come to our wedding?

It's me...

..isn't it?

Walter doesn't approve. I knew I'd made a terrible impression.

No, no! No, it's not you. It's more...

..the company you keep.

My father strongly believes

that your extra-curricular activities with Father Brown

undermine my position here.

We only ever want to help.

Whether it's asked for, or not.

My father demanded that I stop you working with Father Brown,

or he won't give the wedding his blessing.

Clearly, I'd never presume to tell you what to do.

So we've been at somewhat of an impasse for weeks.

Miss Glover wanted to ensure the Kembleford Tapestry

got the publicity it deserves.

Obviously a man in my position

can lend the unveiling a certain gravitas.

Canon Fox has arranged for the press to be there,

local dignitaries, even the mayor.

It should be quite the event.

So it should be, Miss Glover.

I can't believe she's gone over Father Brown's head like this.

I'm hardly surprised. We all know what Catherine can be like.

Well, maybe you should have thought of that

before you voted for her, Judith.

I don't have to justify my actions to you, Martha Fitzgibbon.

More tea, gentlemen?

Unfortunately, I must decline.

I only came to check on progress.

I'll walk you to your car.

I must say, I am surprised you were able to find the time

to participate in our little unveiling, Canon Fox.

Oh, I've always been a keen supporter of St Mary's,

and yourself of course, Father.

Yes.

And dedicating your valuable time

to assist with these small parish events

will reflect very favourably on you.

As I understand, Bishop Reynard is thinking of retiring.

It's true I'm being spoken of as Bishop Reynard's successor...

..which is why I need this tapestry unveiling to run smoothly.

You have a tendency to get distracted

from your clerical duties, Father.

So no...

..funny business.

Sergeant Goodfellow, can I be of assistance?

If you wouldn't mind, Father. They're to display the tapestry.

Oh. This is my good friend, William Fitzgibbon.

We're fellow sewing circle widowers.

We've actually started to hold our own weekly meetings.

At the Red Lion, Father.

Ah!

Wow, that's well detailed.

It might even be better than Judith's.

Thanks. I really wanted to pay tribute to Kembleford's heroes.

Rotate, careful now.

Rotate about 20 degrees and you should clear the doorframe.

Oh, Daniel, they're perfect.

Well, you did give William and I strict instructions.

I'll just put these here, love.

Right, I've got to get back to the station,

so listen, good luck, everyone.

Oh, darling.

You don't usually concern yourself with my sewing circle.

What's made you want to get involved now?

Oh, well, Daniel did ask, and...

Oh, dear!

Oh, thank you, Father.

Are you a draughtsman, Mr Fitzgibbon?

I wouldn't bother, Father. He's one of those atheists.

He is agnostic, Judith, as well you know.

William is a professor of mathematics

at Gloucester University. Martha, please.

My apologies - Professor.

And I am always available for a robust philosophical discussion.

Well, maybe you could join Daniel and me

at one of our weekly meetings some time, Father.

JUDITH SCOFFS

I do hope you've got a half-decent design for this decorative border?

She's a bit scary, isn't she?

Mrs Skelton has always had a reputation for being...

..formidable.

And she's getting worse, the old battle-axe.

Martha!

We all know that Judith can be a little bit prickly,

but we're pretty much all she's got.

She deserves our compassion.

You might want to save that for Catherine.

It looks like Judith's having a right go.

Right, ladies. Let's get these panels up in those frames

and then time for a lunch break.

Oh...Please, Catherine, lower your voice. People might hear us.

And we can't have that, can we, William?

We can't have people knowing about us.

We have no choice. The consequences if it came out...

It's killing me, the guilt.

That's why I'm going to do the right thing.

You can't tell everyone, Catherine. Please, think this through.

I'm sorry, William, but my mind is made up.

And then Catherine stormed back inside.

And I thought sewing was boring!

Oh, there she is.

I thought you were meeting us at the village hall earlier?

Sorry, I got a little waylaid.

Did you manage to speak to the Chief Inspector

about your wedding guest numbers?

Yes, yes. It's all arranged now. Thank you, Father.

Oh, is that the time?

I'll head over to the hall now. I did promise Mrs Goodfellow.

Oh, she didn't want any lunch then?

GASPS

The victim was a Miss Catherine Glover, sir.

Unmarried, no known relatives.

She taught modern languages at St Bernadette's Ladies College.

Moved to Kembleford about three years ago.

She was clearly stabbed, but I can't see an obvious murder weapon.

Although there seems to be no shortage of sharp objects in here.

Chief Inspector...

..Miss Glover's tapestry panel is the only one that has been defaced.

Yes, thank you, Father.

It was clearly personal.

The Times crossword. I barely get halfway through it.

Poetry, sir.Curious.

What is, Father?

The handwriting's different on the crossword.

A gift from a lover, maybe?

Catherine wasn't stepping out with anyone.

I'd have known.

Actually...

..there may have been someone.

So you went for a walk during lunch alone, Professor?

It's when I do my best thinking.

But that's not a crime, Chief Inspector.

Not unless you went via the village hall and killed Miss Glover.

I hardly knew her.

That's interesting...

..because this was found in her possession.

That handwriting matches the samples we've seen of yours.

Were you and Miss Glover lovers?

No! We were just friends, that's all.

A moment ago you hardly knew her and now you're writing her poetry.

A witness saw you arguing before lunch.

Were you afraid she'd expose your affair?

Did you ensure that she wouldn't?

No! I would never hurt Catherine. You've got it all wrong.

Then what was it between you?

This will go much better for you if you just co-operate.

I'm sorry, Chief Inspector, but it really won't.

I'm already under suspicion of murder.

I won't have treason added to the mix, too.

Amen. Amen.

Thank you, Father.

You should hear what people are saying about William and Catherine.

And there's nothing I can do.

What if he hangs?

Martha, there you are.

Come on, let's get you home.

Father.

I will visit the Professor tomorrow morning

and attempt to give him some comfort.

Thank you, Father.

Actually, Father, you won't be allowed to visit him.

Because he's not a man of faith?

I'm not sure. Chief Inspector's instructions.

Mrs Fitzgibbon is adamant that her husband did not kill Miss Glover.

And she's right. He couldn't have. William has always hated violence.

He didn't even take up arms during the war.

He worked in the Communications Office.

None of this makes sense, Father.

Have you voiced your concerns to the Chief Inspector?

Of course. He thinks my judgment is clouded,

and I worry he's already made his mind up.

That's why I need you, Father.

My friend faces the gallows.

Please help me find the real killer.

You don't suppose Sergeant Goodfellow is wrong

and William really did do it?

Sergeant Goodfellow is an excellent policeman

and I trust his judgment.

If he believes that Professor Fitzgibbon is innocent,

then it's worth exploring.

Especially as there are a couple of things that bother me.

Like what?

The poem he wrote Miss Glover.

Not very romantic.

So you think he's telling the truth - they were just friends?

Possibly.

And the tapestry panel.

Why would the Professor damage that?

But if it wasn't him who killed Catherine, then who?

Maybe we should leave it to the police to find out.

It was Sergeant Goodfellow who asked for our help.

Well, the sewing circle need our help too.

The unveiling is tomorrow.

Unless you want to tell Canon Fox it's cancelled.

We will go down there and offer our services.

Really?

Miss Glover ruffled a lot of feathers within the sewing circle.

Perhaps the killer is one of them.

So...

..any leads on who's done it?

What? I know Daniel would have asked you to investigate.

He thinks very highly of you.

Plus, you're here helping when...

..clearly you'd rather not be.

BRENDA GROANS

I presume you suspect one of the sewing circle.

It seems the Sergeant is not the only Goodfellow

with keen deduction skills.

We understand that Catherine Glover recently replaced you

as head of the sewing circle.

Yes, at the last AGM.

Not your decision?

No.

Wait, am I a suspect?

Of course not.

It does seem odd, though, that Miss Glover's details

were swapped for yours on the information leaflet.

It was just an error.

Although, with Catherine not around, it looks like you're back in charge.

Trust me, I'd much rather not be.

I'm not sure we'll be finished on time.

We've no Catherine, Martha's taken to her bed with the shock of it all

and Judith hasn't even bothered to turn up!

I thought Judith was meant to be their best sewer.

And it's all hands on deck right now.

Perhaps I'll pay a visit to Mrs Skelton.

Aw! Urgh!

Patience and practice, Miss Palmer.

You'll soon get the hang of it.

Mrs Goodfellow?

I'm telling you, sir, you've got the wrong man.

William couldn't hurt a fly.

Sir!

HE SIGHS

WF.

William Fitzgibbon. You were saying, Sergeant?

I think I need another chat with our professor,

and this time he's going to give me some proper answers.

Father...

..this is a surprise.

Thank you, Alicia.

Your housekeeper?

Heavens, no!

My great-niece. She's at college nearby and helps out a little.

I like to surround myself with things that I'm proud of.

So, what do you want?

Erm...

After the sad death of Miss Glover,

I wanted to check that you were all right.

I sense a certain ambivalence about the tapestry.

The whole project is doomed. I won't be part of it any more.

Won't...

..or can't, Mrs Skelton?

Yesterday, you corrected people,

but you didn't actually pick up a needle yourself.

And you winced when you poured tea.

Arthritis, I presume?

You're extremely observant, Father.

Not even Violet has realised yet.

I did wonder how you managed to complete your tapestry panel...

..and then I noticed your great-niece's elaborate cuffs

and I realised that you've been training a protege.

I still design everything,

coach her through the various stitches.

But, yes, Alicia does the actual sewing back at school.

It's just a shame she attends St Bernadette's.

The same school that Miss Glover taught at?

Catherine spotted her working on my last competition piece.

She said I was a cheat, that she'd tell everyone about my arthritis,

unless I supported her takeover bid at the AGM.

You felt you had no choice?

It's bad enough being unable to do the one thing that brings me joy,

but to lose my place in the circle too...

But with Miss Glover gone, your secret was safe.

You thinkI killed her?

Oh, please.

I know, more than anyone,

the devastation an untimely death can cause.

Besides, that sewing club is my family.

Then why don't you tell them about your condition?

Mrs Goodfellow, I'm sure, would be supportive.

I did feel terrible voting against her.

First Catherine blackmails me,

then she carries on with that spineless William.

I've no idea why Martha put up with it.

Mrs Fitzgibbon was aware of her husband

and Miss Glover's relationship?

So Martha knew about the affair?

Mrs Goodfellow, is everything all right?

No. I've just come from the station.

William has been formally charged.

Apparently, the murder weapon was one of his compasses.

See? Maybe it was William after all.

Sometimes we've just got to let the police do their job.

Seriously?

Strange that Mr Fitzgibbon would use something that was so obviously his.

Martha would have had access to his compasses.

She probably polishes them for him.

So she kills the mistress and frames her cheating husband!

It might be wise to have a word with Mrs Fitzgibbon.

Find out why she chose to hide her knowledge

of her husband's apparent infidelity.

You two go on.

Again? You'd rather do sewing than solve this?

Actually, I'm meeting Edgar here shortly,

whilst he takes a break from officially investigating the case.

Sergeant?

What are you doing with those?

Just want to check in on William, sir.

See if I can convince him to talk to us.

There's no need. I've finally got what I need from him.

I am sorry the way this turned out, Sergeant.

Are you, though, sir?

Excuse me?

Have you even looked for any other suspects? Because Father Brown has.

You talked to Father Brown about this case?

I just aired my concerns, sir.

Father Brown always keeps an open mind.

I'd think very carefully about what you're saying, Sergeant,

because it sounds like you're accusing me

of not doing my job properly.

No, sir.

It's just, there has to be a different explanation.

I know William couldn't have done this.

Well, maybe you don't know your friend

as well as you think you do, Sergeant.

What do you mean, sir?

No-one talks to Professor Fitzgibbon while he's here. Not you

and certainly not Father Brown. Do I make myself clear?

Yes, sir.

We don't know which regiment this ruined insignia is for.

Although Catherine probably has the original designs

back at her cottage.

Probably.

I don't think he's coming.

Your Chief Inspector. I presume that's who you're waiting for.

We were meant to be having lunch.

You wouldn't believe the lunches Daniel has missed over the years.

And the dinners.

And the suppers too, come to think of it.

It was actually quite important.

I'm afraid no matter what it is, the job will always come first.

That's the sacrifice you have to make

for falling in love with a policeman.

Why did no-one inform me there's been...

..a murder!

What am I going to tell the dignitaries

and journalists coming tomorrow?

I've invited a reporter from the Gloucester Insider!

The county press are coming?!

This was meant to be my...

..Kembleford's big moment.

But now...

Will there even be a completed tapestry for me to unveil?

Of course there will.

Judith! We'll be certain to finish on time now.

Actually...

..before we begin, there's something I need to tell you all.

Mrs Devine?

I thought you were meeting the Chief Inspector?

Change of plan. I'm heading to Catherine's.

Oh! So you are investigating! I knew it!

No, we need her original plans.

We can't make out one of the damaged crests.

Did you manage to speak to Martha?

No answer, I'm afraid.

I really should...

It looks like someone's beat us to it.

Someone's looking for something.

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

Mrs Fitzgibbon.

I found some poems William had received hidden in his tie drawer

and recognised Catherine's handwriting.

But he wouldn't have killed her.

Maybe not, but their affair would also provide a motive for you.

I'd never...

No, no, no. No, I didn't need to.

Catherine may have been on his level intellectually,

but she was a loose cannon.

She could never have looked after him properly.

No. I was sure that it would run its course.

Besides...

..I'd found my own way to get a little revenge.

You changed the name on the leaflet.

I couldn't resist.

But that's all I did, I swear.

Then why hide away?

The sewing circle needs you.

No, I wasn't hiding, I was trying to help William.

I thought I might find some more evidence here

pointing to the real killer.

Well, did you find anything?

More poems.

It seems they'd written each other quite the anthology.

Again...

..not very romantic.

This was with them.

On her bedside table.

It's William's.

I'd recognise it anywhere from the broken teeth.

Yes. It looks like the comb

that the Professor dropped in the village hall.

But it's not the same one.

The colouring's slightly different.

So why are the teeth damaged in exactly the same way?

Because it's not a comb.

That's a decoding device?

It's a Cardan grille, Miss Palmer.

The broken teeth align with individual letters,

spelling out words,

which is why Miss Glover and the Professor had one each.

The poem is just a body of text to conceal their secret conversation.

And you can decipher it?

Theoretically, yes.

But it may take some time.

Trust me, if there is anything in those poems

that could help William, Father Brown will find it.

I can't believe it. It looks like it might actually be ready in time.

Oh, Martha, I'm so glad you came.

Nice repair work. I trust you used a linen support patch?

That was my idea.

I'm just sorry I couldn't do the actual sewing.

We're happy to have you as our expert adviser.

It's a pity about this last insignia, however.

Any luck on finding Catherine's designs?

Sorry, I looked everywhere.

I so wanted to restore Catherine's panel exactly how she intended it.

She may have had her faults, but...

..this whole project wouldn't have happened without her.

It's a shame she won't be part of the unveiling.

Actually, maybe she could.

Oh.

Father Brown!

Have you been down here all night?

It would appear so.

Did you find anything?

Professor Fitzgibbon and Miss Glover

were ex-colleagues, not lovers.

These refer to their time working together during the war.

But why hide that?

Because their work was top secret.

Talking about it would have been a violation

of the Official Secrets Act.

The argument I overheard.

It wasn't about Catherine exposing an affair,

it was about her exposing their war work.

I believe so.It still gives William a strong motive.

And why would Catherine decide to tell people about it

after all this time?

I don't know, Miss Palmer, but Professor Fitzgibbon might.

Oh, Father.

We need you at St Mary's.

Canon Fox is due any minute to go through the order of events.

Oh, it's the unveiling today!

Of course it's the unveiling today, Brenda!

Oh, you've renamed it after Catherine.

The circle thought we could make today something of a tribute to her.

That's a kind gesture. Mm.

But unfortunately,

I'm going to have to see you there shortly, Mrs Devine.

Oh.

But what will I tell Canon Fox? Father?!

I'm sorry, Father.

William still isn't meant to be receiving any visitors.

I understand, Sergeant, but I believe that he does hold the key

to finding Miss Glover's murderer.

The Chief Inspector gave me a direct order. Oh.

Well, I would never want to put you in a difficult position, Sergeant.

You know he faces the Magistrates' later this morning.

William won't cope being remanded to a real prison.

So...

..if you really think this will help, Father...

But, please, let's make this quick.

Father Brown will be joining us any moment, Canon Fox.

Why don't you take a look at the tapestry

before everyone else arrives?

Of course.

I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.

On second thoughts...

..why don't you have a nice cup of tea first?

Excuse me? It's just...

..you should lubricate your vocal cords.

It's very important before a big speech.

Trust me, I'm an actress.

What is going on?

It's the tapestry - it's missing!

Oh, no.

As far as I can make out, in my ignorance...

..you decrypted Nazi radio codes

and Miss Glover deciphered and translated German intercepts.

We should never have taken such a risk writing these.

You were a great support to Miss Glover.

She was a genius.

Eidetic memory, unparalleled linguistics skills.

But like so many geniuses, she was also troubled.

Once she got a notion in her head she became completely fixated on it,

to the detriment of everything else.

Hence her insistence on creating the tapestry?

At least that was a positive obsession.

She spent hours researching local regiments and their histories.

I've never seen her so happy.

Yet, in the days before her death...

..she become agitated.

Professor, I admire your sense of duty.

You have remained loyal to your country

and to the Official Secrets Act.

But you face the gallows.

I took an oath, Father.

I understand.

But if you are indeed innocent, as I believe you are,

then there is still a killer loose in Kembleford, and I need your help.

A week or so ago, during her research,

Catherine came across an account

of a Luftwaffe air strike on a naval vessel.

Many lives lost.

The problem was, she recognised it.

She had translated the German intercepts relating to the attack.

And she became obsessed with the idea that somehow she had

made a mistake, got details of their plans wrong.

She believed that it could have been prevented but for her error?Mm.

I tried to convince her otherwise, but she wouldn't listen.

She told me she planned to make a speech at the unveiling,

telling everyone publicly what she had done.

Which is why she promoted the unveiling.

I begged her not to do it.

She could have faced life imprisonment. Execution, even.

But she was so desperate for atonement.

She'd even embroidered the ship's badge on her tapestry.

The damaged insignia.

Professor, do you happen to remember the name of the vessel?

Mm. The HMS Lionheart. It was an aircraft carrier.

I kept telling Catherine that nobody else would blame her

for what had happened.

I'm afraid I don't think that's true.

Miss Palmer?

Father Brown, the tapestry has been stolen

and Mrs Devine is having kittens.

It makes no sense, Father. Who'd want to ruin an event like this?

The same person who killed Miss Glover.

Mrs Skelton!

No!

Stay back, Father!

A lot of people are waiting eagerly at St Mary's to see that tapestry.

SHE LAUGHS And to praise 'Saint' Catherine?!

I won't let them celebrate that woman!

Because of your son?

The photograph in your parlour.

He's wearing the uniform of the Fleet Air Arm.

He flew aeroplanes for the Navy.

Nothing escapes you, Father, does it?

I presume he was stationed aboard HMS Lionheart,

the vessel Miss Glover believed was sunk because of her error.

What a shock when you saw the ship's badge embroidered on her panel.

I'd never spoken about James' passing to anyone.

Ever.

I had to know what Catherine's connection was to his ship.

Those poor people on the HMS Lionheart.

They died because of my mistake, Judith.

You could have prevented the air strike?

I believe so.

I should have double checked my translation.

You don't know what this has been like, having this eat away at me.

I've barely slept in days.

YOU'VE barely slept? What about the families of those that were killed?

That's why I'm trying to make amends, admit my mistake.

By embroidering a badge and making some self-pitying little speech?

Why do I bother?

Someone as cold as you could never understand how much pain I'm in.

Oh, I understand more than you know.

James was on that aircraft carrier.

Your son?!

He's dead because of you!

Then I slashed her panel to destroy the ship's insignia.

Because you were afraid it might be traced back to you?

Catherine told me she wanted to be punished, Father.

I simply gave her what she wanted.

By appointing yourself judge, jury and executioner?

She spent the whole war playing at puzzles, like it was a giant game!

She never once thought about the lives that were depending on her.

Miss Glover tried to make amends in her own unique way.

If she'd paid more attention to her work, my son would still be alive!

And now the unveiling is in her honour!

Catherine Glover doesn't deserve any kind of legacy!

SHE SOBS

It's the man from the Insider. Time to start.

Oh. Surely it's best to wait for Father Brown.

Very well.

But two minutes, no more.

Cake? No.

I'm so sorry, Father.

I don't know what came over me.

I only sorry you didn't show the same contrition

over Miss Glover's death.

She could have saved him.

James didn't have to die.

Neither did she.

People like Catherine Glover were merely trying to do their duty

under incredibly difficult circumstances.

The only people responsible for your son's death

were the men who attacked that ship.

And deep down, you know that.

I didn't even have a body to bury, Father.

I tried to harden myself, ignore the pain.

But it was just sitting inside me...

..waiting to explode.

What have I done?

You need to go to the police and confess,

because there are souls to be saved.

Yours...

..and Professor Fitzgibbon's.

I never meant for William to take the blame.

I always taught James to take responsibility for his actions.

Father...

..how good are you at sewing?

Ladies and gentlemen, if you would like to gather by the tapestry,

and I will say a few words about this worthy project.

But...

I don't understand.

Where has it gone?

Oh, I'm afraid there appears to have been a slight issue.

Clearly, we will have to postpone the unveiling until...

Until...

APPLAUSE

Thank you, Father.

Thank you for not giving up on me, Daniel.

You can pay my back at our next meeting.

Drinks are on you, William!

Everything all right, sir?

No, Sergeant.

I explicitly said no visitors.

This case contained highly sensitive information

pertinent to the Official Secrets Act.

Special Branch are expecting a full report

and I have to explain how the local priest

got involved in matters of national importance.

I'm sorry, sir.

That's not enough this time.

I have no choice.

I'm suspending you, pending a formal discipline enquiry.

You'll need to hand in your warrant card by the end of the day.

That'll be all.

This is Judith's son's badge?

From his uniform.

Mrs Skelton insisted we have it to complete Miss Glover's tapestry.

I think Catherine would have been proud.

Daniel!

There's something I need to say... I've got news. You go first.

The ladies have officially reinstated me

to head of the sewing circle!

Oh, Vi, that's brilliant news!

What were you going to say?

It was nothing important. Let's just enjoy your day.

If the Sergeant's here, where's the Chief Inspector?

A good question.

Excuse me.

This is more than just wedding worries, isn't it, Father?

You made me look a fool, Father.

I apologise.

That was not my intention.

Oh, it never is. But your...

..your escapades could well have cost me my chance at becoming...

..bishop!

KNOCK ON DOOR

Oh, Isabel. I thought you were at the church.

I was. I had hoped you might meet me.

We have a lot to discuss.

Yes. I meant to, it's just...

..my father seems to have secured me a promotion.

Oh, Edgar!

Congratulations!

The job is with Special Branch...

..in London.

Oh.

Yes. I'll...

I'll be turning it down, of course.

But what about your father?

Your career?

Well...

..you won't want to leave your beloved Kembleford

and I don't want to leave you.

It's simple.

Maybe not.

This village has been my home for many happy years.

I do love it.

But I love you more, Edgar.

I don't... What are you saying?

This is a brilliant opportunity.

And one you deserve.

You should take the job...

..and we'll move down to London...

..together.

Oh! Oh, Isabel!

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.