All language subtitles for Father Brown(1974) - S01E04 - The Man in the Tree

Abana, Lecothim, you worry about my prayer.

Sabao, Samael, you have fallen with Lucifer ...

come closer and be not afraid.

Spirit of Lilith, wicker up from the depths.

May the nine dark angels this man come to the rescue ...

because he has serious concerns and needs your help.

Spirits of darkness, come forth.

Are they close? They arrive there?

They are very close. I can hear their wings.

Are you determined to go ahead?

Take this to.

What should I do? -Tell Me after:

Angels of Lucifer, dark angels.

Know through this character that I my body and my soul ...

enablement of your master ...

and Christ will forever renounce. -No.

They will tear you to pieces. -I can not.

Throw it into the flames.

Sephiroth, Abana, open the gates. O Lord, deliver us from evil.

Let them go. Too late. They hear you. O Jesus, deliver us ...

Good day. I am Pastor Brown. I have received a message.

Van wie?
-Mr Augustus Aylmer.

Mr Aylmer does not feel good. -Perhaps that is why he wants to talk to me.

I will ask him.

Would you wait here?

Mr. Ayler can speak to you. We have him down here. He was ugly cases.

You might want to leave your umbrella?

Thank you, sister.

Mr Augustus Aylmer?
-Pastoor Brown?

You will do not mind that I have let come?

Forgive the emergency room. I can not twisted staircase.

Have a seat.

I did not know to whom I should contact me. -Why Did you ask for me?

I'm raised Catholic and still think of myself as a Catholic.

Are you going to church? -I'm sick since I came to live here.

The weather in Essex is not good for me. You understand that, right?

Yes. And now you are still ill, you want to return to the bosom of the church.

Maybe you better tell me what's wrong.

I do not know where to begin.

I did the usual stuff.

I did not take it so closely with how I earned money.

I sat in the textile industry. Sincerity week I could not afford.

Sins of the flesh? -Not really.

I married late. My wife died when our third son was born.

You have three sons? -Four.

Three of ourselves and adopted.

That is done in a special way.

The lad wandered through the village and no one knew where he came from.

He was five years old.

An intelligent guy with a gypsy-like appearance.

He said his name was John Strake. His parents we could never find.

My wife took pity on him and we have taken him there.

At that age, he must know where he came from?

He also said, but it was always a different story.

And not just against us. The priest and the policeman ...

all were told another compelling story about its origins.

It was never the same story.

At one time he was the son of wealthy parents who were drowned in the sea.

Then again, the child of a fortuneteller and gypsy.

He chased my wife the wits when he said that his father was the devil.

The devil still. Well, well, a born novelist.

It was worse. He had terrible tendency to tell lies.

Or so I thought.

Now sometimes I wonder if lies and the truth ...

two sides of the same reality.

Do you think such a thing is possible? -No, I do not think so.

The truth comes from God, lies of the devil.

But they could not simply two sides of the same coin?

God and the Devil? Says the adopted son of you know?

What's his name again? -John Strake.

Sometimes he also claims that eternity is a big wheel ...

with birth and death and reincarnation, a wheel that is always ...

like a snake biting its own tail? -That Indeed he says.

He is an even bigger scoundrel than you thought.

People who think so, without exception troublemakers.

You should not think that John is really bad.

Why are you so afraid of him?

You were absolutely right when you thought I wanted to talk ...

about my sins. -But You only talk about John Strake.

It's like this. He has me concerned ...

to things that frighten me. I do not know how much you know about such things.

You realize probably not what someone is desperate, does ...

if the doctors tell him that he is terminally ill.

The Litany of the dark angels? -How Do you know the hell ...

This cross looks like someone tried to burn it.

Strake. He could summon demons and I could continue to live longer than a year.

But not for nothing. You surprise me, Mr. Aylmer.

A businessman who is considering such a purchase?

An extra year in this imperfect world for an eternity in hell?

Strake is smart. I want the fine print sometimes through with him.

You take it rather lightly, pastor. -That's Because I'm not afraid.

Do you mean to die? -For Death I'm not scared.

Did you say anything about this to your other sons?

As long as he's here, Philip and Stephen did not want in the house.

My youngest son, Arnold, lives abroad.

Suppose now that the doctors are right.

May I ask what you have arranged for the disposal of your property?

Strake pulled me recently about making a will.

Where you bequeath everything to him? -That Time seemed very logical.

The two eldest are successful businessmen.

Stephen is a businessman and Philip manages the factory.

The youngest deserves one good living trading in antique silver.

They do not need my money. -And John Strake though.

He will not have it. After what happened last night, he gets a penny.

Wind can not like, my best man.

Look. Calm down.

So, now we know that John Strake your money gets ...

we must ensure that he does not get your soul.

Is it not too late for that? -Daar Is never too late for it.

And you have not done something terrible.

Many people do some black magic.

I did it just because I did not want to die. -There Are worse reasons imaginable.

A parishioner wanted the devil helped him at the fair.

The profit he made, his distress was really not worth it.

No, you need not worry, Mr. Aylmer. -But I'm afraid.

For Strake. Yeah, that seems to me sometimes disturbing.

You feel better now you have fixed your heart aired.

I feel so weak. I'm sure he's trying to murder me.

Ah, but now we'll just forget about him?

His magical powers are not really strong.

Look, the fire has hardly touched.

Pardon. lk ben Simon Vesty,
Mr Aylmers advocaat.

I fear that he may no longer need.

How can you say that Dad was in his mind?

I did not say.

But the law assumes of up unless the contrary is demonstrated.

Strake had him completely under control. -That Does not show insanity.

Everywhere there were books on black magic, alchemy.

Strake created an atmosphere of fear so that father did what he wanted.

And that was obvious.

Where is Strake? -What Does it matter?

Maybe we can work something out.

lets settle with Strake? How can you get it in your head?

That man is one of the biggest liars I know not where Philip?

You should have heard the stories he invented as a child.

He's stuck in Monte Carlo. He laughs himself silly.

And wait until the lawyers refurbishing his dirty work.

I must say that there is nothing suspicious about this testament.

On the contrary, 't sit well together. -Daar Strake made sure of that.

Witnesses? -The Postman and sister.

She knows how it was added. Find her.

The will was made four months ago. Who knows went 't still do.

Would you say that sometimes you can not do anything about it?

If we can not prove that your father was mentally incompetent ...

we can argue undue influence of Strake.

This provides more secure, I guess.

Good morning. What is it now on?

You better know that there is dissatisfaction.

Without those long services we can conclude.

No, it comes to the safety aspect. -This Is the safest plant there is.

Wage increases have to remember something better.

This coincides with the cage to the big machine. Which does not function well.

He must naturally come down. Someone had almost lost his fingers.

Then he must be more careful. -Will You look yourself, Mr. Aylmer.

Our financial resources are limited. We're very tight.

The defendant, Mr. Strake, was the adopted son of the deceased.

But there's no reason to put him above the others in the decision.

And there is even less reason to exclude them completely.

The only conclusion must therefore ...

he benefited from the absence of the brothers ...

or undue influence exerted on his adoptive father.

I am especially impressed by the evidence of Father Brown.

He was with Mr. Aylmer when he died.

He gave the court a very apt description of his state of mind.

Therefore, I suggest the plaintiffs in the same.

I declare that the will of 12 January 1928 ...

is null and void.

What are you home early.

You do not play with those cards? -I keep getting the same dismal outcome.

Play then not count damn.

I can not live in Essex, Philip. It's horrible.

So it is simply arranged. Stephen Arnold and get the most money.

And we see the house.

I can this dreadful house impossible tasteful and cozy furnishing.

So different than our flat in London. All those gargoyles and vines.

Strake has not in any event. You're never satisfied, Daphne.

It's a great house. And you thought the flat always too small.

He stood at least be in London. Here we know absolutely nobody.

What do I spend the day in this terrible quagmire with all those beastly cows?

Are you expecting someone? Yeah, that'll be Pastor Brown.

The man who testified? What is he here?

I got him invited. -Why?

You have it anyway you heard? That Strake devil tried to excite.

That you believe it? -You Father else does.

I do not want you to do rude to him. Without him you lost.

Good afternoon. -Day, Pastor.

Sorry I'm late. I could not keep my bike in the express train.

You know my husband right? -lnderdaad.

Good afternoon, Mr. Aylmer. -How do you do?

Have a seat. -Thank you.

What is going on? You sounded very worried by the phone.

I'm sure there's something bad in this house. There you have more sense of it.

What did you say to him, Daphne?

My husband thinks I'm a silly goose.

But it is true. Do not you feel it yourself?

The house definitely has a strong personality.

Exactly: personality.

I almost get the feeling that it keeps me in the eye.

I have a strange feeling that at any moment can happen something terrible.

Since we live here, I have a feeling that this house has a bad character.

That of John Strake? -I knew you'd say that.

I am convinced that he is still here.

Who knows? I have never seen living in a haunted house.

Such nonsense I've ever heard.

Did you want to go around the house with a bell, the Bible and a candle?

No, I do not want this nonsense.

She is one piece nerves. She needs to see a doctor, not a priest.

About half an hour there is a train to London.

Stupid ... No, not you. -Pardon, It was not my fault?

When everyone else I thought it was because of absent-mindedness, but with you?

I think you were busy with things that are important to me.

Look, inspector Boyne. I did not know this was your district.

I am sent here when I came out of hospital.

After it was blown up by Salvini, the human cannonball.

They thought I had earned some rest.

A rueful expression, which has nothing to do with true rest.

So, inspector.

I have a feeling it's going to happen again, and very soon.

Then what? -A Murder.

You believe these feelings do not? Mrs. Aylmer is a hysterical person.

Are perhaps evil spirits there, but that's something for you.

But who commit murder? -No, I do not mean that.

Both spouses are afraid, but for other reasons.

Mrs. Aylmer is afraid of supernatural affairs.

And she works her husband on his nerves with that talk.

But that's not what's bothering him. -Then what?

He thinks Strake return to murder him.

Did he say that? -No of course not.

But I saw that he had a revolver in his pocket.

So I do not think he is afraid of ghosts, do you?

So you're ruining your eyes. Why do not you light it?

ls your headaches become less? -Yes.

It's so menacing outside.

Sherry? -No thanks.

Where were you so busy? -Nothing Important.

Then tell me but did not.

It will rain stuck again, it's so dark outside.

There is nothing yet, Philip?

Do you suffer from rheumatism again?

Since we live here, but I can not get warm.

What the hell is this, dear?

Give me that. -Philip Yet ...

You did not draw down all afternoon?

Please love your mouth. -I think it's just weird.

You are always overworked, but you do make stupid drawings.

You work on my nerves. -Not So snarl.

My nerves leave you cold. I sit here all day while you go to London.

I'm not married to you to just sit around all day.

And when you're home, you do not talk to me.

Where are you going? -The Fresh air.

You're soaked.

I'd like to call to London. Kensington 326.

Day Mom, I ...

Daphne? Is it you?

Want to arrange something for your sister? -Daphne Himself money.

I had already told you that there was in the will of your father regularly ...

the house is yours now.

Have you ever considered selling it?

I wanted to ask. It should not you? -Jazeker, You may dispose of it.

But may I propose you take a final decision?

I have received a letter from your youngest brother, Mr. Arnold Aylmer.

He seems to want to move here. -I did not know that.

Who knows that to make the last death.

Maybe he wants the house remains in the family.

You are unmarried and working elsewhere. What do you with a house in Essex?

Arnold would like to make an offer on the house?

Maybe he wants a showroom making.

You should try to tap it certainly cheap on the head for him.

I'll do my very best to you both.

Let him coming towards me. If he 's so wants, he docks.

Maybe a silly question, but why did your brother committed suicide?

He was mentally confused. -But He was healthy, happily married.

Financially it was excellent. I find it very strange.

Philip was a coward who could not bear that someone wanted to kill him.

He was always being watched. -By John Strake?

A man when he is not simply purchase a fortune.

He knew that Philip was the weakest.

He has him in recent months fixed threatened in one way or another.

In the middle of the night calls, anonymous letters.

Did you not have to tell you that during the investigation?

Then I could not prove it, but now I know for sure.

This morning I clear myself received such a letter.

Hello, Mr. Vesty.

"Tomorrow you're dead. "Must be a joke, Mr. Aylmer.

I did not let you come. -Are There any bad employees?

I know who sent it. I did not ask for a smart sleuth.

I just want someone to keep things here closely.

No one will kill me if you are here. What is it, Hazel?

The superintendent called. Your brother is there. He leads him around now.

Why did not he bring him here? -I say only what Mr Purvis said.

He is accustomed to prowling.

I'll be right back.

What are you doing, Arnold? Come here.

Mr Aylmer has quarreled with Strake, will go to disinherit him and dies ...

a natural death, he speaks his lawyer.

The brothers put on trial and win.

Strake begins to send their threatening letters.

A month later, Philip dead. It appears to be suicide.

Shortly thereafter Stephen dies a horrible death in his own factory.

To your health anyway, pastor. -And On yours.

What should all this mean?

one natural death, a suicide, and accident.

Yes, but we will dig a little deeper.

You hope that I say that Strake has pronounced a curse.

As a priest, you are supposed to believe anything.

Do you think that it was pure coincidence?

I think old Mr. Aylmer itself is literally scared to death.

Philip may have committed suicide. -I have examined the body.

It was the middle of a wet lawn where you saw everything.

There was no visible footprint.

His killer must have plagued him from the air.

Okay, so Philip has committed suicide.

And the survey showed that Stephen was rather stingy.

He did not replace worn-out equipment.

So when the headband broke, that was indeed his own fault.

Strake therefore had nothing to do with it. -Of course.

Strake chased Mr. Aylmer the wits.

And the children responded in their own way to the threatening letters.

Stephen was careless and Philip scared. Strake was indeed responsible.

And the police can never catch him.

That depends on what he does with the third son. I have not been there yet.

He has domestic problems.

How so? -He Can not find staff.

Nobody wants to work in that house. They think that it is haunted.

He lives there all alone. Poor guy, he's just as scared as his brothers.

He does not live there. He got it for free.

Now that I think of it which Mr Arnold Aylmer has really done well.

Yes, that's true.

My goodness, do you think ... He's got the same motives as Strake.

And he now has the bunch of: the house, the money, everything.

Oh jeez. Can I talk to him?

I do not know whether he is so happy with you. -I do not fall on.

It was something else as five of your agents came to storms.

Although, maybe it would be better anyway, just in case ...

No, better not. They are so damp in those bushes. I'll go alone.

I think it's going to snow.

Wie is daar?

Mr Aylmer? Mr Arnold Aylmer?
-lk ben Arnold Aylmer.

I'm not accustomed to visitors. -I knew you were alone.

Therefore I admitted myself. I've still not made up?

Wie bent u?
-lk ben Brown, pastoor Brown.

I've known your father. I was with him when he died.

I hope I have reassured him. Had he called me earlier.

He seemed to think that the devil he had chosen.

In any case, a demon. Did he tell you about his adopted son?

John Strake, yes. Unfortunately he was already gone when I arrived.

I had to speak like him.

As a priest you immediately felt the presence of evil.

Have you seen a picture of him? -which Is not?

If Mr. Blake really did black magic, he never photographed.

If the enemy got pictures, there would be all kinds of trouble can happen.

A needle through the heart. That's a risk he had not been fixed.

How do you know that on earth? -I hear anything.

You know how it is to be pursued by such a person?

To know that he wants to kill you, just like your father and brothers?

I do not think that we can just say.

We do not know whether John Strake anything to do with these dramas have.

When my brother Philip I knew the first time either.

He was lying outside on the grass and the revolver lay beside him.

It had rained heavily. The grass was still soaked.

But the only footprints were those of my brother.

Then he committed suicide. -Maybe.

But I'm sure he was murdered.

But the killer left no trace.

Is not that impossible? Those are miracles too.

If God can perform, the devil can that possibly also.

Well. But the death of your brother Stephen must have been an accident.

I was in the factory when he died. He came out of his office and called me.

I looked at him. He was standing about 12 meters above me.

But when our eyes met, I became aware of a presence.

Something monstrous what hung in the shadows of the roof of the factory.

It had the shape of a man, but seemed taller by a black cloak.

I suddenly heard a kind of whiplash.

Something wrapped itself around Stephen and pulled him down.

Have you seen the letters that had been my brothers?

Yes, in the investigation of your brother Philip.

There was under a kind of symbol, a winged dagger.

Do you know what that means? -A Some magical sign?

Do you see any connection with the death of my brothers?

A winged dagger, a weapon that can quickly kill from a distance.

Philip was on his own lawn. His revolver beside him.

There were no footprints in the wet grass.

Stephen was alone, apart from the black figure that hung over him.

In both cases death came from the air on wings.

And both my brothers were sent to a piece of paper ...

with a winged dagger it. As on this sheet.

"Death will strike today, just like your brothers. '

You must not let fear make them by demons.

So you also think Strake "is a demon? -I believe anything.

They give us a feeling of powerlessness by making us desperate.

Yes, of course you're right.

But he will find that I am not helpless or hopeless.

I have attached more power and hope he thinks.

I think my brothers have died, because they had the wrong weapons.

Philip had a revolver. Therefore it seemed suicidal.

Stephen had police protection.

But he asked the agent is not a moment to go with him.

They did not understand that the only weapon against black magic exist ...

and that is white magic. -Ach Jee.

Maybe I should say silver. Come with me here.

Are not they beautiful? I have removed them from all over the world.

Look at that. I knew it was going to snow.

Now that's white magic.

Do you know why I have chosen precisely this weapon, Father Brown?

Because I can load it with this. -but That's an apostle spoon.

If you have sold your soul to the devil, only a silver bullet can kill.

If Strake comes to get me, for me no agent or lead bullet.

What we still need: powder, cotton wool and a ramrod.

I'm a little cold. I grab my jacket even.

Can you put me through to the police station?

I can speak Boyne inspector, please.

What is it? Is he not there. Oh dear. No, never mind.

Thank God for the white magic. Thank God for the silver bullet.

My brothers are finally avenged.

It seems he dived down is like a big bird.

Where he differs come from?

Look at the snow. Only the footprints of you and me standing there.

Furthermore, there is nothing to see.

Apart from this disgusting black spot.

That mantle. That's strange. He's a bit too long for him.

He was not so great. That mantle would have dragged on the ground.

Shall we let his body lie here, Mr. Aylmer?

Or will we take him upstairs to your room?

No, I'm calling the police as well. I first want a drink.

I heard some kind of noise, as if turning a huge wheel in the air.

I looked outside and fired blindly.

I see that you are still in doubt. But the thing you have seen with your own eyes.

You have the right not to be an infidel.

Strange, inexplicable things are still correct your trademark?

It is true that I believe certain things. Therefore I do not believe other things.

Yes, we all do that. We believe anything.

Everyone believes things that are older than the first religions.

ldeeën that are baked in our brain.

Take for reincarnation. Everyone believes deep in his heart ...

that the human soul through the times comes as a rotating star.

Or like a snake biting its own tail.

Everything is coming back.

Perhaps John Strake and I have always been enemies in many forms.

But we need each other. Can this eternal hate even his eternal love?

Do not you realize, Father Brown, do not you, in addition to all your other beliefs ...

that there is one reality in which everything melts?

Hatred into love, the man in the devil, the devil in God?

How can you say that? You yourselves have seen some of that eternal tragedy.

John Arnold wanted to kill black magic.

John Arnold killed by white magic. Do you believe it yet?

No, I do not believe it.

May I ask why not? -Because You're not Arnold Aylmer.

You are John Strake. You've just killed the last of the three brothers.

His dead body is lying out there in the snow.

It was the apostle spoon.

Something like that you do not intentionally destroy?

Why would a collector of antique silver that?

Why did not he loaded the gun? -He Could not find a solid powder.

The shot came from his gun.

That silver bullet brought him up on an idea.

You really believed that Arnold Aylmer was when you saw him?

Oh yes. That's because of the gown.

Such a dressing gown is a very good disguise.

If someone is wearing something, you assume that he is in his own home.

I thought he came out of the bedroom.

But that was the sickroom of that poor Mr Aylmer.

Stupid that I did not think of earlier.

He had not even been in that room. He came out of the garden.

When I knew it, I knew exactly what had happened.

Ja, wie is daar?

When it came in his strange mind to swap roles with his dead foe.

He was Arnold Aylmer, so could go on Arnold's corpse before John.

He must have found it beautiful with its strange imagination.

A kind of gruesome costume ball.

The two arch-enemies had each costume.

Costume ball? It seemed more like a dance of death.

Where one of the dance partners was already dead.

Tell me about the body in the snow.

Suddenly there shone a bright red light through the glass door.

Like a large blood stain was spreading. I did not recognize it first.

But then I got through that light was reflected from the snow.

Then Strake opened the patio doors open and threw the corpse on the terrace.

He'd obviously done his own long black cloak.

He really looked like a big black bird.

The robe was too long and that he used ...

to invent something of a mind that flew through the air.

He used absolutely everything. That man was a true artist.

But he was not a creator. He destroyed prefer.

This man could have been a great novelist.

I will never be able to look at a coat without shudder.

Vertaling: Tomi-Janita Dijkema
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