All language subtitles for Father.Brown.2013.S08E07.BDRip.x264-HAGGiS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Oh, steady, mate!

MAN:
Good evening, Polly.

ls Mr Wilson in?

Upstairs. His leg's playing up again.

Tell him to come and see me
when he's up to it.

Yes, Mr Barford.

Got business with 'im, 'ave ya?

Trying to steal the coins
out of another man's pocket?

Settle down now, Pat.

Sorry.
- Don't fret.

I'll be on my way.

PAT:
Yeah, that's right.

Go spend your dirty money somewhere else.

Ought to be taught a lesson!

What use is running your mouth off
like that, eh?

You got a point there, lass.

Words mean nothing.

COCKEREL CROWS

Get up! Get up, quick!

It's my father,
they're saying that he's killed a man.

Wha...
- SHE SIGHS

Killed a man....?

GOODFELLOW:
Right, sir, er...

Workman who found the body
reckons it's Roger Barford.

Owns the Barford textile factory.

A blow to the head.

He could have slipped and fell in,
hit his head on something under the water.

His clothes are dry.

Huh“.

GOODFELLOW:
It looks like a receipt.

I'm guessing someone had a debt to settle.

Yes.

I still don't understand
why you have to write it down twice.

So that the accounts balance.

Well, that seems rather a waste of time.

And anyway, I thought it was unladylike
to know how much is in one's bank account?

Give me strength!

Well, I'll go and put the kettle on.

Good idea. I've just found someone outside
who looks like he could do with a cup of tea.

Oh, Sidney!

BUNTY GASPS
- SIDNEY LAUGHS

Sid!

Uh, aren't you gonna introduce us, Sid?

Mrs M, Bunty...

This is Maeve Lochlin.

Lovely to meet you.

And it's very lovely to meet you too,
Miss Lochlin.

Yes. Lovely.

I thought you were still in Rhodesia
with Aunt Fliss?

Yeah, long story, it's gonna have to wait.

Father, we need your help.

The lad who used to work for us got sick

and Sid offered his labour
in return for transport up the canal.

Well, I was on my way here,
only Maeve invited me to the fair

at King's Norton one night and, um...

Well, one thing led to another, and...

I just mean that we hit it off.

There's something about those canals,
the way of life. I mean, it's hard, but...

You found peace?
- For now, at least.

And the police think your father
is responsible?

Yeah, he was heard threatening Mr Barford
at The Miller's Thumb.

It's a pub on the canal.
-I know.

It was just talk.

Not that the police will care.

See, we're boat people.

Times like this, evidence tends to turn up
whether you're guilty or not.

Where's your father now?

No one's seen him since last night.
He didn't come back to the boat.

Does he have any friends around here?
Anywhere he might go?

There's this one old fella
he drinks with sometimes.

Do you know his name?

Sorry... He's a funny one.

He wears a big, old coat
with all his war medals on.

Looks like he's not seen hot bath
in many a month.

I think I know who you mean.

Come on.

COCKEREL CROWS

MAN:
Who is it?

Father Brown.

MAN:
Oh.

Thought you were the constabulary
for a moment.

ls Mr Lochlin in?

I'm here to help.

Oh, I s'pose you better come in.

You can come out!

MAEVE SIGHS
I was so worried!

I'm sorry, love.

Pat, this is Father Brown.

It's the man I was telling you about.
He's gonna sort this out.

Miracle worker, is he?
- He found you, didn't he?

Mr Lochlin, pleased to meet you.

Although I wish it were under
better circumstances.

I killed nobody, Father.

FATHER BROWN:
I'm relieved to hear it.

Although there was an altercation, I heard?

He owed me money, refused to pay up...

I wasn't born yesterday.

Pay you? I should call the police!

Roger? ls there a problem?

Everything's fine, darling.
I'll be there in one moment.

I want what's due.

Then you will be sorely disappointed.

Where did you go after the pub?

I went back to Mr Barford's.
Only to tell him to pay, mind!

Open up!

DOORBELL RINGS

I want my money!

HE YELLS

This isn’t over...

There was no answer so I left,
and that's when I met up with 'Arry.

We shared a bottle or two.
Together all night.

Weren't till I headed back to boat
at daybreak that I saw what happened.

So I turned round and came
straight back 'ere.

Knew they'd blame me, ya see?

If you go to the police--

They'd let me swing so they could say
they solved the case!

Hey. This is Father Brown.

Alright? He's gonna the real killer
in no time, trust me.

Hmm.

Stay here for now, Mr Lochlin.
I'll do what I can.

DOORBELL RINGS

Father Brown? It's been too long.

FATHER BROWN: I heard your news.
I am so sorry for your loss.

GEORGIA:
You must think terribly of us.

Roger always worked such long hours,
you see, and...

It is easy for life to get in the way
of our prayers.

I keep thinking I'll look over
and he'll be sat there

reading his newspaper.

ls there anything I can do to help?

All I want right now is that man behind bars.

The boatman.

Forgive me, Father,
but I hope he rots in hell for what he did.

You believe he is responsible
for your husbands death?

I know it.

I heard them arguing.

The man was frightening!

Anybody else who might have wished
your husband harm?

My Roger was a decent, kind soul.

Well respected.

There's a factory full of women
who owe him their livelihood.

I understand.

However--
- After that brute came to our house

Roger told me he had business to attend to.

He left.

He never came back.

That man is guilty, Father. Believe me.

She can think what she likes.
My father didn't do it.

You don't believe me?

Course I do.

FATHER BROWN:
Police.

Er...!

Put it with the rest.
- Oi!

Give that back!
We need that for the locks.

Don't worry, this boat
isn't going anywhere for a while.

Who gave you permission
to come on-board? This is our home!

We've got a warrant.

Maeve Lochlin, I take it?

So ifs true what they say about bad pennies.

Thought you were in Africa?

Yeah, just got sick of the mosquitoes.

May I ask what you're looking for, Inspector?

Whatever was used to clobber
Mr Barford around the head.

Now, where's your father?

No idea.
- Hiding, is he?

Guilty conscience?

If he is hiding, it's cos he knows you lot
will fit him up.

We found a receipt on the body.
Callaway's jewellery shop in Birmingham.

Mean anything to you?
- No.

You sure?

Inspector! I've found something.

It's a priest.

A Priest?

It's a fisherman's bludgeon.

They use it to dispatch their catch
after they've reeled it in.

Well, isn't that the story of my life?

I arrive at the abode of a suspected murderer
and what do I find but a bloody priest!

He uses it for fishing, that's all.

So it does belong to your father.

I'll ask you one more time. Where is he?

Fine. We'll find him ourselves.

What can I get for you, gentlemen?

We're looking for Pat Lochlin, Miss.

Not been in since last night.

I take it you've heard the news?

Some of your customers say Mr Lochlin
was threatening Roger Barford?

Pat didn't mean nothing by it.
Friendly man, most of the time.

Friendly, eh? Any particular friends
who could confirm this?

You know, like a character witness.

I dunno...

I've seen him having a drink
with Blind ‘Arry a few times.

‘Arry would vouch for him. You know ‘Arry’?

Oh, yes. Harold Slow and I go way back.

FATHER BROWN: We need to talk to anyone
who was there last night.

Somebody must have seen the killer.

MALLORY:
Round up the men!

I want Harold Slow‘s pigsty
turned upside-down within the hour.

MAEVE:
Well, they'll find him! What do we do?

SID:
Wish me luck.

Mind if I borrow this?

Don't worry, he's a very good cyclist.

BICYCLE BELL RINGS

Police are coming!

You gotta get out of here.

BLIND 'ARHY:
Hide, both of you! I'll deal with 'em.

Told you, Inspector!

I thought the landlord
was throwing them bottles out

else why'd he stack 'em up
by the bins like that?

Where's Pat Lochlin?

Mm, not seen "m.

Start looking.
- You heard him, men!

Hope you have a warrant
before you be crossing my threshold.

Don't need one. I have permission
from Mr Travis, the owner of this barn.

Said if you make any fuss,
he's happy for us to evict you.

Hungry, were you?

Always make one extra.

An offerin‘ to fallen comrades.

Tear the place apart.

Right you are, sir.

Whoa, where you going?

They'll find me sooner or later

and if they catch you 'ere,
you'll get it in the neck too.

And who'll look after my Maeve, eh?

Just... get your priest friend to sort this.

Inspector!

Mr Lochlin...

Thank you.

And can I say how lovely it is
to see Sid settling down at last

with a nice young lady?

Don't know if I'd say "settle down".

I've only known him a few weeks.
- Oh.

Sorry, can I use your...?

Oh, yes, yes. Through there.

What?

"Oh, how lovely it is
to see Sid settling down at last!"

Well, aren't you pleased
that he's found someone?

Oh, of course. Who wouldn't want to see
Sid with a murderer for a father-in-law?

I couldn't be happier for him!

DOOR SLAMS

Where's Maeve?

She's gone to powder her nose.

It's her dad.

Police have got him,
and he's been arrested for murder.

Witnesses saw you threatening the victim.

Your fingerprints are on the shards of glass
found outside Mr Barford‘s house.

The murder weapon was found
on your narrowboat.

Not guilty.

We found this in the victim's mouth.

A receipt from a jewellers in Birmingham.

Owner says a man fitting your description

picked up an order on behalf
of Mr Barford a week ago.

Yes, I did,
and I gave it to Mr Barford as agreed.

Only he didn't pay me the fee he promised.

Ah, so that made you angry

so you killed him?
- No!

I smashed that glass, yes,
but I never harmed him.

And as for that receipt,
I gave it to Mr Barford with the package.

What was in the package?
- Said it was a necklace.

And where is this necklace now?

I told you! I...

I gave it to Mr Barford!

So, if you didn't kill him...

how did your priest get covered
in the victim’s blood?

Tell you what, I'm in no rush.
You sleep on it.

Goodfellow!

Yes, sir?
— Take him to his cell.

MAEVE GASPS
- SID: Whoa, hey, hey!

Hey, hey. It's alright, I'm here. Alright.

SHE PANTS
- OK.

Sorry.

Hey, don't be daft.
Just a bad dream, that's all.

Something got caught in the prop.

I reached down to clear it out...

but then his face floated to the surface.

Whose? Mr Barfords?

Dad's.

He had... he had a noose round his neck.

You don't think...

What?

Maybe he was defending himself?

Well, what're you saying?

We“, Hm and Ms M: Barium,
they argued and...

maybe Mr Barford attacked him.

You think he did it?

Well, not murder, but...

He gave you a job.
He gave us his blessing.

I know.

My father is no killer!

As soon as we have concluded
our investigations--

Do I need to remind you how much
my husband did for this community?

Without that factory--
- Rest assured, Mrs Barford

justice will be served.

I should hope so, Inspector.

SID:
Rhodesia's a beautiful country

and the people there are amazing.

It's just our lot I couldn't stand.

In what way?

I don't know...

l always got bigger tips
than the local chauffeurs.

And it weren’t cos I was a better driver.

And the way some of those toffs
spoke to their servants...

I thought it was bad here!

You and Maeve... is it serious?

I think so, yeah.

I'm pleased for you.

Good to see you, Sid.

Right then, Mr Slow, don”: go too far.

We might need to talk to you again.

Your breakfast. From Mrs McCarthy.

In that case, I'll savour every morsel.

Don't suppose you got summat
to wash it down with?

Mm-hm. What happened in there?

Inspector accused me
of providin‘ a false alibi.

Did you?

An untrue word has never passed my lips,
Father, you know that.

Pat didn't do it.

How do you know?

I'll be ‘appy to help you, Father, only...

HE RASPS
I got this dry, tickly throat...

I'll see you back at the Presbytery, Sid.

BLIND ‘AHHY:
Turned up at the barn in the early hours.

Asked me to say
we'd been drinkin' together all night.

And you agreed?

He'd do same for me.

If the police prove you lied,
you will be imprisoned for perjury.

A friend in need, Father.

And I knew right away Pat
hadn't killed nobody.

How can you be certain?

His eyes.

Not so different, you and me,
what we been through.

The Great War...
- Mm.

Both watched the life fade
from another man's face.

Smelt his last breath.

That moment...

It's why you found God, I reckon.

Why I found drink.

I'm aware of the injustice.

For all its horrors,
the war helped me to find peace.

Robbed you of yours.

One way or another, it changes you,
that moment.

That guilt. Changes your very bones.

Casts a shadow across your soul.

And that is why you should
let God's light into your life.

On that we differ, Father.

\‘m saym‘

you might hide it from some people,
that shadow...

but not the rest of us,
not them what knows how it feels.

So, you looked into Pat's eyes...

No shadow.

Not sure if I've said this before, Harold...

but you're a good man.

How can you say that, Father?

Things I've done...
what these hands have done.

They was only young lads.

So were we, Harold.

So were we.

Find out who killed Mr Barford
and get Pat out of there, Father.

He don't deserve this.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Thought we might have a talk.

Not really on speaking terms
with The Man Upstairs, I'm afraid.

Not since He took my Winifred.

She was my warm summer breeze, Father,
and He...

He took her.

I know Blind ‘Arry lied for you.

I also know it won't be long before
the police cotton on.

‘Arry won't tell.

No, and if he tells lies for you under oath,
he could be charged with perjury.

What am I supposed to do, Father?

Eh?

I didn't kill Mr Barford,
I swear on my Maeve‘s life.

Tell me about this delivery.

The truth.

I bring Mr Barford's coal, for the factory.

Only the last time,
he asked me to do him a favour.

Said to pick up this package
from Birmingham

and he'd give me an extra quid,
but he refused to pay.

Why?

Cos he's as tight as a duck's bilge pump!

It was a gold chain.

Expensive. 24 carat.

I took it to another jewellers
and swapped it for a cheaper one...

and pocketed the difference.
I know, I know.

But business is slow,
the boat needs repairs and...

Mr Barford took one look at it
and knew what I'd done.

I denied it, of course.

Convinced myself that he should've
paid me anyway, idiot that I am.

That's why you got so drunk?

You were angry with yourself, not with him.

After you left Mr Barford's,
where did you go?

Well, to be honest...

the rest of the night's a bit hazy, Father.

I remember I took a kip somewhere.

Outside?

Inside.

It was warm.
There was a woman's voice...

DOOR OPENS

We haven't finished, Inspector.

Yes, you have.

We've got the results back from the priest.

They confirm the blood type
matches Mr Barford.

We have motive, means and opportunity

and you, Mr Lochlin,
have a date with the gallows.

Maybe we could break him out?

Not sure a narrowboat's
the perfect getaway vehicle.

We could retrace his steps.

Perhaps that would prove his innocence.

Mrs M, Bunty, will you look after Maeve
if Father Brown and l head back to the canal?

Of course. No trouble at all.

Absolutely.
We'll keep a very close eye on her.

SID:
Not to hurry you, Father...

It's late in the day,
you've had a few drinks.

SID:
I think I can imagine what that feels like.

You're tired but you're too ashamed
to go home. Where do you go?

Another boat?

Sergeant Goodfellow said
theirs were the only boats on this stretch.

Back to the pub?

You'd be seen.

Only if he went in the bar.

There's plenty of nooks and crannies
in an old pub like The Miller's Thumb.

Good point. I will investigate.

You go to Barford's mill
and talk to the women there.

What for?

Gossip spreads like wildfire in a factory.

They might know someone else
who had a motive to kill Mr Barford.

Not being funny or anything,
but why ain't I the one going to the pub?

Sid, I never thought I'd hear you
object to being sent

to talk with a throng of women.

Yeah, well. I'm spoken for now, so...

I'll drink to that.

Meet me at Barford House at midday.

DOOR OPENS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

You scared the life out of me!

What're you doing down here?

Trying to save a man from the gallows.
Father Brown.

Polly Beavington. I work behind the bar.

Looks like someone spent the night here?

Look, you can't just come down here——

So, it wasn't you who gave
Mr Lochlin this blanket?

Only I couldn't help noticing
the slight hint of scent on it.

Why didn't you tell anyone?

Mr Wilson, the landlord.

He'd give me the sack
if he knew I let someone kip down here.

And for all I know, Pat could've snuck off
during the night and come back.

Doesn't prove anything.

No.

Why did you let him stay?

He was in a state. Upset.

Going on about how his missus
would've been ashamed of him.

I thought he should sleep it off.

Please don't tell anyone.

I've already lost my job at the factory.
I need this.

You worked at the factory?

I know what you're thinking,
but this had nothing to do with Mr Barford.

Foreman reckoned I'd stolen some cloth.

He had no proof
but he dismissed me anyway.

Did you complain to Mr Barford?

He was the one who put a good word in
for me with Mr Wilson.

So I had no reason to wish him any harm.

Now, do you mind?

SHE SIGHS

You alright? Need any help?

I'm fine.

You should go. I've got work to do.

HORN BELLOWS

Alright, ladies?

Mind if I have a word?

Ten o'clock tomorrow.

I shall see you then.

Forgive me, Father.

So much to sort out.
The funeral, the factory...

No need to apologise.

The factory is why I'm here.

Did your husband ever mention
Polly Beavington?

Who?

An ex-employee.
She now works at The Miller's Thumb.

I can't say I know her.

She was dismissed.

Must have been a good reason.

Roger always talked about the workers
as our family.

He used to say, "Why have one child
when you can have a hundred?"

Erm, apparently,
your husband helped find her a new job.

Now you say it, I recall Roger mentioning
one young lady who was giving him trouble.

Perhaps it was her?

Trouble?

He was a handsome man, Father.
It wasn't unknown...

Yes.
- A foolish infatuation on her part.

I imagine Roger thought it preferable
for her to find employment elsewhere.

For her own sake.

Ah!

Any joy?

A factory owner allows an employee
to be dismissed

and then helps her find
employment elsewhere.

Let me guess. Polly Beavington?

Rumour is Polly and Mr Barford were seen
"whispering in corners".

What if they're having an affair?

Tongues start wagging.

Miss Beavington...

there's something I'd like to discuss
with you...

S“):
Mr Barford, worried his wife's gonna find out

decides to get shot of her,

Yes, Mr Barford.

He finds her the job in the pub out of guilt.

But hell hath no fury...

It's possible.

Polly could have killed Mr Barford
and framed Pat by using his priest.

Yeah, but why Pat?

Opportunism.

She knew he had no alibi,
because he was asleep in the pub cellar.

And he threatened Mr Barford in public.

We should tell the police.

We have no evidence.

There's just something
about her I don't trust, that's all.

Why can't you just give her
the benefit of the doubt, for Sid's sake?

DOOR SLAMS

Maeve?

She's gone.

What do you mean, she's gone?
Gone where?

Well, I don't know!

But I promised to keep an eye on her
so that's exactly what I'm going to do.

BLIND 'ARRY SINGS INDISTINCTLY

Afternoon, ‘Arry.

ls it afternoon already?

Oh...

Bloomin‘ heck, ‘Arry!
- Oh!

You alright, love?
- Oh, tip-top.

Top notch. Jus‘ my bad knee playing up.

POLLY: Yeah, yeah, that'll be it.
- Would you like me to sing you a song?

# And ifs true, sir t?

And... And...

# And ifs true and, um, true, sir t?

# I say, sir, I never was given to He #

# If you'd have been to Derby
You'd have seen him same as I #

# And ifs true, sir... #

Here.

FATHER BROWN:
Ah, yes. I thought so.

BLIND 'ARRY:
Honestly, love, there's no need!

POLLY:
It's no bother.

That's it. I'm calling the police!

If you do that, you can tell them that
you're pregnant with Roger Barford's child.

You what?

We've seen the letter from your doctor.

SHE LAUGHS
- What's so funny?

Oh, you think I was sleeping with Mr Barford?

Weren't you?

He was my father!

My deepest condolences.

I've only known a few weeks.

Was looking through my mum's things
after she passed and I found her diary.

Turns out she worked at the Barford factory
before I was born.

SID:
Oh... I get it.

So, you were angry with Mr Barford
for abandoning your mother?

He never knew I existed.

My mum was already married.

He was still a bachelor.

She called what happened with Mr Barford
her “month of madness."

I only told him I was his daughter
cos I was desperate.

Got myself in trouble, see?

Guess it runs in the family.

Did Mr Barford give you a necklace?

He tried.

To say sorry he weren't gonna be
a part of my life.

He didn't want to upset the missus...

ROGER: Georgia and I were never able
to have children, and...

For you and I to...

I cannot be a father to you.

I'm sorry. It would break her heart.

You're very sweet...

but I don't want it.

I know it isn't the finest quality,
there was a... misunderstanding

but if you didn't wish to wear it,
you could sell it.

Buy what you need for the child.
- It's not that.

Feels wrong, that's all.

I had a dad.

He might not have been my blood
but he was a good man.

Anyway, you got me that job.

It'll tide me over till the baby's father
next shows up.

I'll tell him and...

Hopefully, he'll do the right thing.

Very well.

But if there is ever anything you need...

If you gave back the necklace,
where is it now?

Your guess is as good as mine.

MRS MCCARTHY:
We turned around and she was gone!

SID:
Gone? Gone where?

MRS MCCARTHY:
Well, I don't know.

Penelope went after her
but I haven't seen either of them since.

MAEVEI
Sid!

Where've you been?
- I couldn't sit around doing nothing.

I found a solicitor to take on father's case.

Well, how are we gonna pay for that?
- It's all sorted.

I don’t understand.

BUNTY:
She sold this.

Maeve?

I found it.

BUNTY:
Tell the truth.

Did your father give it to you?

Or did you steal it from the corpse
of Mr Barford yourself?

Bunty!

What have you done?

Maeve, I didn't...
- FATHER BROWN: Sid.

I will talk to her.

What? She had the necklace!

Maeve is either covering for her father
or she murdered Mr Barford herself.

It was on the towpath.

Why didn't you hand it in?

It was near our boat.

I knew if the police found out about it

they'd use it as more evidence
against me dad.

Can't believe the man I love
thinks I'm a murderer.

You are angry at Sid
because he didn't trust you

yet you kept the necklace a secret.

Cos I knew he'd get the wrong idea.

If you love someone, trust works both ways.

How do I know if he loves me?

Maybe he just feels sorry for me.
Maybe he's frightened to be alone.

Maybe he's never been in love before.

And yet he sees one necklace

and he jumps to the same conclusion
as that posh cow.

He's just as bad as everyone else.

Thinks cos we live on water,
we must be scum.

Maybe I should've handed the necklace in.

But I was scared.

And it's easier to do the right thing

when you don't spend your life
scraping together every penny

just to buy bread.

Sorry, Father, I'd rather be alone.

What about Sid?

He's probably already
on the telephone to the police.

BICYCLE BELL RINGS

There really is no need
to keep checking on me, Father.

I have a question, that is all.

Go on.

Why did you not telephone the police?
- When?

You said Mr Lochlin argued
with your husband

then shortly afterwards, your husband
left the house and never returned.

Yes, but--

Mr Lochlin returned later,
shouting and demanding to be let in.

You were alone and vulnerable.

I thought... if I ignored him,
he would go away.

You told me he was frightening.

You must have heard the sound
of glass smashing.

Did you not think he was trying
to gain entry via a window?

That perhaps you were in danger?

The thought never occurred to me.

Perhaps because you weren't here.

You weren't here, were you?

Of course I was. I was at home all night.

I wonder...

If your husband was murdered
in an argument over money

why did his attacker throw away
the gold chain?

No...

this was a crime of passion.

A crime of jealousy.

That girl you mentioned.

It must have been her!

You must have heard the rumours circulating
about your husband and Miss Beavington?

Then when you found the receipt
for the necklace, that was the final straw.

I have to go out.

At this hour?

Business to attend to.

I won't be long.

FATHER BROWN:
So you followed him.

And saw him with Miss Beavington,
which confirmed your suspicions.

No.

And then, on the way home,
you passed the narrowboat.

Saw the priest...

and a chance for revenge.

Then you framed Mr Lochlin...

I have been punished enough!

God will decide that.

No! He deserved it.

He was an adulterer.

I was his wife!

And, what...
just because I couldn't give him children

he started carrying on with a girl
young enough to be his daughter!

It's disgusting!

She is his daughter.

Don't be ridiculous!

Your husband had a brief relationship
with Miss Beavington's mother

before you were married.

That is impossible.

He was unaware
of his daughter's existence until recently.

He wasn't having an affair with her.

He was simply trying to help her.

He did not tell you
because he did not want to hurt you.

You're... you're lying.

He had the child that you two
so desperately desired.

But he loved you too much
to put you through that.

So he sent her away.

But...

I thought...

He loved you...

and God still loves you,
despite what you have done.

What do I do?

Repent.

Seek forgiveness, tell the truth

or you will have more blood on your hands.

You going somewhere?

Headed back up north,
see if I can pick up another load.

By yourself?

Need the money.

What I made selling that necklace
won”: last long.

What if I told you
you don't need a solicitor?

I am not letting my father rot...

He's out. He's free.

SHE LAUGHS

oh, my!

Thank the Lord!

Well, thank Father Brown, to be precise.

I never doubted you.

I was just... confused.

And I've been wracking my brains
thinking how to show you how I feel...

well...

Sid...
- No, just listen.

I've always had itchy feet.

Alright? I've never settled for long,
anywhere, with, well, anyone.

Always looking for the escape.

That's probably why I get myself
into so much trouble, but with you...

we can travel anywhere we want in this

and as long as you're by my side...

it'll always feel like home.

Se...

Maeve Lochlin...

will you--
- No.

No, thank you.

THEY LAUGH
- Not yet, anyway.

But you are a wonderful man, Sidney Carter.

But we're only just
getting to know each other.

And what's the rush?

Can't we just see where the water takes us?

You forgive me then?

Can we really not persuade you
to stay a few more days?

We been idle long enough.

We need to get cargo on her and get moving.

Drop in next time you're passing.

You have my word, Father.

Oh, and if ever you need free passage
on the waterways, you only need to ask.

Always a pleasure, ‘Arry.

You take care now, Pat.

PAT GROANS

Maeve, I'm sorry.

I was an utter fool.

I should know that Sid wouldn't give
his heart to someone who doesn't deserve it.

You were looking out for a friend.
I respect that.

Right...
- Oh, and you.

You two, if you go and get married somewhere
without inviting Mrs M

she will hunt you to the ends of the Earth.

Point taken.

Here, don't get into any mischief!

Where's the fun in that?

Father...

Go. Be happy. You deserve it.

And there's always a home here
if you need it, for both of you.

Thanks, Father.

For everything.

Young love, eh?

Don't you even think about it, Harold Slow.