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What is it, Father?

An empty house with an open window.

Should we call Edgar?

I think we can manage ourselves.

Welcome home.

Oh!

Father!

Mrs McCarthy.

Mrs McCarthy.

Mrs McCarthy.

Mrs McCarthy.

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Mrs McCarthy.

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Mrs McCarthy.

Mrs McCarthy.

You should have told us you were coming.

Oh, I didn't want to make a fuss.

Have they been feeding you properly, Father?

I think you've lost weight.

And feeling better for it.

What brings you back to Kembleford, Mrs McCarthy?

Oh, I thought it was high time I put my house on the market.

Oh, apologies.

I haven't congratulated you on your recent marriage, Mrs Sullivan.

Oh, yes, thank you.

It's all rather new, but marvellous.

You should come to the presbytery for tea.

Absolutely.

Yes, absolutely.

Some Victorians believe the hydrangea plant brought misfortune

or even tragedy.

Blimey.

Oh, please don't send us back.

Care for one of my scones, Mrs McCarthy?

I won't, thank you.

Not a patch on your famous offerings, I'm afraid.

Oh, a long time since I begged a scone, Mrs Sullivan.

In fact, I'm experimenting with French pastry at the moment.

Shoe pastry.

Profiteroles.

Oh.

And how is Ireland?

Well, Roisin, that's my sister, has finally settled down with the good man.

You must be very relieved.

I am.

Mrs McCarthy.

What a wonderful surprise.

Oh, Sergeant Goodfellow.

Chief Inspector?

Just Inspector nowadays, Mrs McCarthy.

Oh.

Thanks to Father Brown.

Forgive the impromptu visit.

The removal company called.

My furniture is being delivered on Friday.

All right.

Good.

So, is married life agreeing with you, Inspector?

I'd say so.

Sharing a house takes a little getting used to.

Yes.

It'll be much easier when my furniture arrives.

Miss Palmer, just in time for tea.

Oh, there you are, Brenda.

And who is your new friend?

Erm, this is Moira.

Oh, my giddy aunt.

Auntie Bridget, you came.

Auntie Bridget?

This is Rosie.

Perhaps we should go inside.

I'll show you best your car.

Oh, right.

Yes.

I ran away.

You what?

Ran away from where?

From Our Lady's Good Refuge.

Where I was coming to visit you this very afternoon.

The home for penitent women.

Auntie Bridget sent me there.

Did she?

Yes, I did.

Moira could hardly stay in Ireland.

Not in her condition.

Sister Agatha, who runs a good refuge and is an old friend,

agreed to take her in.

And precious little thanks she gets for her trouble.

How old is Rosie?

Six weeks.

So was her brother, Jack.

Oh, twins.

How wonderful.

The most beautiful creatures I'd ever seen.

But Sister Agatha took them away from me after only a day.

Gosh.

It gets worse.

They're both going to be given away.

Adopted.

Like all the babies there.

It's for their own good, Moira.

And you knew very well that's what would happen.

Yes, but I didn't think it was going to hurt as much.

I telephoned Auntie Bridget and told her that my heart was breaking.

And of course I was extremely worried and came as soon as I possibly could.

So why did you not wait?

Why on earth did you run away?

I was scared that they'd be adopted before you got here.

Where is Rosie's brother?

Last night I'd taken Rosie and I was about to get Jack.

But Nurse Hyde, she caught me.

I didn't have time.

I just, I ran.

That must have been very painful.

And now, Auntie's here.

And she can tell Sister Agatha to let me have Jack back as well.

No, Moira.

I can't do that.

Why?

We've been through all this.

The children must come first.

No.

And in the meantime, Sister Agatha and Nurse Hyde will be worried sick about the pair of you.

Nurse Hyde is cruel.

She leaves babies in freezing rooms.

Oh, now you're being hysterical.

Moira, did you give consent for your children's adoption?

No.

I would never do that.

Well, in that case, I will speak with Sister Agatha and Nurse Hyde.

Meanwhile, you are welcome to stay here with Rosie until this is resolved.

Father.

Perhaps you will come with us on our visit, Mrs McCarthy.

I most certainly will.

This place has seen better days.

These girls hardly deserve a palace, Mrs Sullivan.

Sister Agatha, I can only apologise.

I'm just relieved Rosie is safe, Mrs McCarthy.

Father, Nurse Hyde's office is just up here.

Tell me, Sister Agatha, how long have you been in charge of the Good Refuge?

Twenty years.

Although I'm no medical expert, I mostly defer to Nurse Hyde.

This building looks very historical.

Shifting foundations, I'm afraid.

The whole thing is rather unstable, in fact.

Really?

Unfortunately, we've raised money for the repairs.

Work begins next week.

Moira Fitzpatrick has shown scant regard for the well-being of her children or the will of God.

And yet, here you are, Father, harbouring her and making her case.

I understand babies born here are typically offered for adoption.

Children born out of wedlock should be brought up within a loving Christian marriage.

Yes, absolutely.

Of course, by law, mothers must consent to these adoptions.

Rest assured, the process is entirely above board.

Sister Agatha?

Yes, of course.

Yes.

She signed the form.

As this is our first visit to the Good Refuge, I wonder if you'd be good enough to show us around.

Of course.

I'll make sure the girls are presentable.

My husband died in the war.

My condolences.

Our daughter was born three months later.

I assume from her uniform she attends St. Jacob's College, the most prestigious establishment.

As I always tell my girls, a mother must make great sacrifices to give her child the best start in life.

All that exertion can't be healthy for mother or baby.

They don't get paid either.

Yes.

Well, I'm sure Nurse Hyde knows best.

I hope I can count on you to do the right thing with Miss Fitzpatrick, father.

You certainly can, Nurse Hyde.

I need to see my daughter.

As I've made it perfectly clear, men are forbidden from entering the Good Refuge.

Glad you've been accepted.

This is from her doctor.

Confirming that without this medication for her hypertension, she's in danger.

Those pills could harm the baby.

Says who?

Good day, Mr James.

Father.

What is your daughter's name, Mr James?

Clarice.

Sister Agatha telephoned a week ago to tell me she'd admit it herself.

I couldn't believe it.

Was Clarice living locally?

Training to be a nurse and siren sister.

With her whole future ahead of her.

I've been here for the past three days.

At the guest house, right across the road, but I still haven't been able to speak to her.

Oh, well, I just saw your daughter.

Did you?

Yeah, she was working in the laundry.

She gave me this for her friend.

Moira Jack will be adopted tomorrow.

Clarice.

I don't know this, Moira, but I know all about these adoptions.

Oh, Clarice.

I will pray for your daughter, Mr James, that she should choose to come here, of all places.

That wasn't me.

I never signed any form in that place.

You're surely not suggesting Nurse Hyde forged your signature.

You have to believe me, Father.

Um, this is for you.

It's from Clarice.

Really?

She was very brave.

Clarice is so kind to me.

She knitted bonnets for Rosie and Jack.

Tomorrow?

No.

I'm never going to see him again.

I will return, first thing tomorrow, and I will urge Nurse Hyde to refrain from having Jack adopted, at least for the moment.

But, Father, shouldn't we do what's best for the child?

I quite agree, Mrs McCarthy.

Father Brown.

I need to talk to Nurse Hyde.

We're expecting an adopting couple at any moment.

Which makes my request all the more urgent.

Nurse Hyde!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

A lifetime spent delivering babies,

extinguished by St Philomena, the patron saint of infants.

Hmm.

Spare us the homily on irony, Father.

Seems the victim was planning a more conventional departure.

St Jacob's, it's a considerable expense for a nurse.

Even with a war widow's pension.

Footprints.

Yes.

Thank you, Father.

Is that a five-pound note?

Money.

Though none on her person.

Inspector, a side door's been forced open.

Someone broke in last night.

Ah.

More evidence of a robbery gone very badly wrong?

Inspector, perhaps we should pay a visit to the nursery.

I've had a very good reason for bringing us here, Father.

We don't use that room, Father.

Where is Moira's boy?

Moira?

Well, that girl from yesterday.

Heavens above.

Is this door kept locked?

We lock it at night.

Where's Moira now, Father?

She spent the night at the presbytery.

Right.

Silent.

Sister Agatha called me.

A tragic development.

It certainly is, Cannon.

I trust it will be resolved swiftly and with a minimum...

We're on our way to apprehend a suspect right now, Cannon.

That is most encouraging.

Oh, and for your sake, perhaps Father Brown could keep his nose out of it for once.

I couldn't agree more.

Father Glam.

Colonel Fox.

Sister Agatha will be reassured you are here so promptly.

A tragedy in a diocesan house of God is most unwelcome news, Father.

Indeed.

Especially with the appointment of a new bishop so imminent.

Stick to your job, Father.

Ah, and let the inspector do his.

Hmm?

She's gone.

Ah.

The inspector thinks Moira took Jack away in the night.

So do I, Mrs McCarthy.

Hang on.

Moira would not have left her daughter alone during her rescue mission.

Miss Palmer.

I didn't know anybody would get hurt.

So where is Moira now?

What's wrong?

Sorry, Moira.

I had no choice.

Moira Fitzpatrick, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Dorothy Hyde.

Murder?

I haven't heard anybody.

I haven't heard anybody.

Take the babies, Sergeant.

Right your washroom.

No!

Auntie Brinders!

We will take care of your babies, won't we, Mrs McCarthy?

Yes, yes.

We all will.

Are you coming from now?

No!

疹 me!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Please!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Will you go to her father?

I will.

Tell me about last night.

I got to the good refuge past midnight

and I was going to throw pebbles at Clarice's window

and then I saw the back door was open

so I walked in and I went to get Jack.

How did you get into the nursery?

The door was unlocked.

It was like an angel was watching over me.

Yes. And then?

So I walked in, I took Jack and put a doll in his cot.

As I walked past Nurse Hyde's office I heard voices.

Nurse Hyde and a man.

Did you recognise his voice?

I didn't kill her, father.

No.

Of course you didn't.

I believe you, Moira.

I'm not sure Auntie Bridget does.

Well, your great-aunt has some very strong opinions

around the subject of motherhood.

But she doesn't think you're a murderer.

Are you sure?

Yes.

I will do my utmost to see you reunited with your children.

Oh, this is my cat thing.

Oh, thank goodness.

I'm out of practice.

Have they been fed?

Have they been fed?

Um, maybe 20 minutes ago.

And changed?

Mm-hm.

Oh, well.

Probably just tired.

Oh, let me see, Mum.

Hmm?

What you need now is a nice, long lap.

Isn't that right?

You're a natural, Mrs McCarthy.

Yes, well, I've had plenty of practice with nephews and nieces and various got children.

Um, do you really think Moira's babies should be adopted, Mrs McCarthy?

Yes, I do.

She'll be sparing them a lifetime of shame.

But surely children should be with their mother.

And have people pointing fingers and whispering behind their back.

Moira doesn't know the way of the world as I do.

If there's one thing I know, she's no murderer.

Here, here you go.

Nice, nice.

Here.

What's terrible news?

The poor woman.

A male voice was heard last night arguing with Nurse Hyde.

And a bottle of pills was found near her body.

Rezepine.

Medication for hypertension.

Will the police find your fingerprints on that bottle, Mr James?

I had to get those pills to Clarice, so I forced the back door.

But Nurse Hyde heard me.

She went to her office to call the police.

She said she was the medical professional and I was a criminal.

Oh dear.

What did you do then?

I put the pills on her desk and I left.

You seemed shocked that Clarice had chosen a good refuge.

Her mother, my late wife, was adopted from birth and strongly opposed the forced adoption.

Also, a good friend of Clarice's ended up in one of those refuges.

She said it was barbaric.

So yes, I was very surprised.

Clarice has got to leave that terrible place.

Oh.

Oh.

What quite the artist, Miss Palmer.

I wanted to lift Moira's spirits until Father Brown clears her.

Pray to heaven he can.

He's hopefully spoken to Clarice's father by now.

You seem to quite enjoy the sleuthing side of things, Mrs Sullivan.

Gosh, yes, I find it all terribly thrilling.

Although the St Mary's accounts aren't quite as neat these days.

Oh, I definitely preferred filling in ledgers to sneaking around.

Of course, I always had a wonderful time working for the barber.

I honestly think it's the best job in the world.

So, are you really selling this house?

Yes, I am.

Only after all this is over, mind.

Father, how is she?

Scared.

And missing her children terribly.

You believe she's innocent, don't you?

I'm convinced of it.

As am I.

Any progress at all?

Well, we can't discount Mr James.

By his own admission, he broke into the good refuge last night.

He seems like a really nice man.

And certainly a doting parent.

May I?

Ah.

What is it?

Possible solution to a conundrum.

I need to return to the good refuge.

Well, in that case, I am going with you.

There are many things I miss about my old job, Father, but trespassing is not one of them.

And now we wait a few moments.

Nurse Hyde was clearly a stickler for organisation.

Everything just so.

Wait a minute.

What's this W doing mixed up with all the B's?

Alice, right.

Empty.

Well spotted, Mrs McCarthy.

Father.

Excellent.

What is?

Well, as predicted, this footprint contains washing detergent.

And I believe I know who left it.

Father Brown.

Medication finally delivered, I see.

Yes.

And I've also convinced Clarice I'm not angry with her.

I'm going to go home with me dad tonight.

Ah, happy outcome then.

Clarice, might I have a word?

In private.

Your father is surprised that you chose to come to the good refuge, given your late mother's

opinions on adoptions.

I was scared how would you act to this.

I didn't know where else to go.

What are you doing?

I think the inspector will find that your shoe exactly fits the footprints found near nurse

Hyde's body.

And as Hyde forbade girls from her office, she always kept the door locked.

Unless you stole the keys.

And used them to let Moira into the nursery.

Moira needed money to run away.

I knew I'd find it in nurse Hyde's office, and I was right.

A cupboard was full of it.

From the laundry business?

No.

From nurse Hyde's other business.

What other business?

Last week.

I saw a couple here to adopt, hand money over to nurse Hyde.

Paid adoptions.

Surely not.

It's true.

Along with the money, I found this.

Book of receipts.

Nurse Hyde walked in, and she snatched the money out of my hands, and threatened to call

the police, and I said if she did, I'd show them this book of receipts, and she let

me go.

If you didn't take the money, why was it gone when the body was found?

Was it?

May I borrow this?

It could help secure Moira's release.

Don't worry, I'm not getting broody.

Are you sure?

It's a shame we won't experience this, though.

Maybe Ellie will give you a grandchild one day.

Wouldn't that be lovely?

Yeah, so, um, we, we should talk about, uh, my furniture, where it's going to go.

Yes.

I really do think I'd feel more comfortable in that house, Isabel.

Fewer ghosts.

As it were.

I understand, but it's a step for me, too, obviously.

Moving some of my furniture out.

Yes.

Yes.

Of course.

Forgotten how lovely Mrs. McCarthy's house is.

Are you really going to trust a wayward girl like that?

Who drinks gin?

Well, she's pregnant.

Drinking alcohol may be irresponsible, but these receipts prove that Nurse Hyde was indeed

selling babies.

Selling babies?

Oh, my heavens.

How on earth could she be?

Father, what is it?

Oh, yes.

I don't understand.

How would Dorothy do such a thing?

Your handwriting is very distinctive tease, Sister Agatha.

Almost like miniature anchors.

Oddly similar to those in Moira's signature.

And identical to the ones in that book.

Please tell me you weren't involved in any of this.

It was Doris's idea.

She said it was the only way to fund the renovations to keep our ladies' good refuge open.

And you traded children to pay for building work?

This place has been my life, Mrs. McCarthy.

I couldn't bear to see it close.

But you surprised Nurse Hyde preparing to abscond with the renovation money.

Presumably to pay for her daughter's education.

I cannot imagine how angry you must have been.

I was angry, but I couldn't ever hurt Dorothy.

Even if I'd wanted to.

I just knew I had to hide my part in this.

I just knew I had to hide my part in this awful business.

But I couldn't find that receipt book.

Have you no shame?

As God it's my witness.

I did not kill her.

Father?

Father?

Father?

This isn't at all the place I thought it was.

I should never have sent Maury here.

You weren't to know Mrs. McCarthy?

Just the same.

It's my fault.

Miss Palmer brought them over.

She's waiting outside.

She says Jack and Rosie are doing well.

Please say thank you to her and Mrs. Sullivan, Father.

I will.

Moira, I'm doing all I can to end this separation from your children.

I'm glad you came, Auntie.

And I'm glad, Inspector Sullivan, let me see you.

I owe you an apology.

For what?

For doubting you.

For not believing what you told me about the good refuge.

For sending you there in the first place.

Does this mean that I get to keep Rosie and Jack?

Oh, Moira.

The world can be a very cruel place.

Those children have to be protected.

And so do you.

Moira, did you ever meet a good refuge resident by the name of Alice Wright?

Alice?

Yes.

She had a boy.

Rowan.

The poor thing was born with a club foot.

They put him in the cold room next to the nursery.

Alice was so upset.

What happened to Rowan?

He was adopted.

It broke Alice's heart.

She sat out on a bench in the garden all day.

And then one morning, she was gone.

Sister Agatha said she was taken on as a domestic in Eastbourne.

I have no idea why you brought us here, Father.

Trying to find inspiration.

Why did Alice Wright come and sit here?

A mountain ash, according to me gardening book.

Also known as a rowan tree.

So it is.

A horticulturist, as well as an artist, Miss Palmer.

R.W.

We've got now.

Mum.

Dedication from Alice to her late son.

So she died.

Poor might.

Oh, heavens.

That's why she's here.

Miss Palmer, please fetch Inspector Sullivan.

We need to find Sister Agatha.

Before it's too late.

Yes, Father.

Wash me yet more from my iniquity.

And cleanse me from my sin.

Amen.

Amen.

You killed him.

You and Nurse Hyde were working together.

And you helped her murder that poor baby.

Pooh.

Reverend Wright.

Stay back.

You knitted this for Rowan, didn't you, Clarice?

Because Alice was your friend.

Where did you find that?

Alice buried it.

In remembrance of Rowan.

You're not really pregnant, are you?

You came here to find out what happened to her, and to her baby.

Alice wrote to me.

She said Nurse Hyde had locked Rowan in the cold room, because he was different.

And she was terrified for him.

And then the letters just stopped, and I knew something terrible had happened.

So you admitted yourself to the good refuge, and waited to examine Nurse Hyde's records.

I didn't want money.

I just wanted to know the truth.

What on earth are you doing?

You let Rowan Wright freeze to death.

With his affliction, that child would have had no sort of a life.

It was an act of kindness.

Liar, you just couldn't sell him, could you?

His mother would have loved Rowan forever, with all her heart.

What did you do with her?

Where is Alice?

In hell, where she deserves to be.

The girl died of a broken heart.

She's dead.

Because of you.

I think you better leave now.

Ah!

And now, I know the truth.

And you both killed him!

Clarice, you want justice for your friend.

But this is not the way.

I had no idea what Nurse Hyde had done.

When I found Rowan in that room, he was already dead, so help me God.

Clarice, you must repent.

Confess and seek God's forgiveness for the sake of your immortal soul.

I am not the one who needs to repent.

What did you do with Alice?

I think you owe her an answer, Sister Agatha.

Nurse Hyde persuaded me it would be best if we kept it all quiet.

Lord, we buried Alice there, with Rowan.

Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

I thought you'd rot in hell!

I didn't know how to stop her.

I'm not a bad person, Father.

The death of a baby and her mother, the forced sale of children.

You were complicit, Sister Agatha, and that habit does not spare you from either blame or

how could you let this happen such cruelty such evil and in a place of god

oh my lord inspector sullivan has agreed to handle this discreetly to all in all

a satisfactory resolution satisfactory those women those poor babes and all under your

jurisdiction you should be ashamed have you nothing to say father brown mrs mccarthy is very

capable of speaking for herself canon fox all i'd say is this it'll be a sad day for the church if

you ever become bishop

my angels

my little angels

thank you so much

uh mrs mccarthy we're rather taken with your home oh well thank you we think it might be just

what we need for a new beginning so we'd like you to name your price oh my heavens absolutely delicious

mrs mccarthy the best cottage pie in england oh come now father in gloucestershire perhaps

and

profiteroles for pudding

oh

so

what next for you two

well

auntie british says i can keep my babies

more is no angel but

but anyone can see she's a natural mother

i'm delighted for you both so mrs haddington has offered them all a place with her here in

kembelford

and where will you go

pa she'll return home to ireland

i want to go with her father

show these two beauties to ma and pa

and i've explained that won't be possible

an unmarried mother

in a small rural town in county cork

people have very close minds

minds can be changed

as you have discovered

be that as it may

if she turns up alone

with two little babies

she wouldn't be alone

she'd have you by her side

moira clearly feels brave enough to face the music i suppose the question is mrs mccarthy

are you

i can't wait for my family to meet them

what do you think your mama will say

she'll love them to bits

once she gets over the shark

you've been a true friend brenda

thank you

now

i've um laid everything out in the house

so packing it all up should be quite easy

i don't doubt it mrs mccarthy

and i think what you're doing is wonderful

oh i don't know about wonderful

but maybe back home we'll find more kindness

and compassion than i give people credit for

and we'll take good care of your home

we certainly will

and be sure to take good care of the father

and as for you young lady

i really think you could make something of yourself

if you put your mind to it

thanks mrs mccarthy

it's your own hymn book

to remember us by

thank you father

but i've no need of a keepsake

you are firmly lodged

any year

always will be

but

thank you for everything

thank you mrs mccarthy

canon fox

Bishop-elect, the Vatican announced it this past hour.

Well, I will ensure that our bells are rung in your honour.

Although I fear the bells may be tolling for you, Father Brown.

Once I take over, there'll be no more extracurricular distractions.

Best listen to your boss, Father.

Best listen to your boss.

Best listen to your boss.