All language subtitles for Father.Brown.2013.S08E10.BDRip.x264-HAGGiS

Suicide, no doubt.

We haven't found a note, sir.

Not all suicide victims
leave behind a note, Sergeant.

Who found the body?

Uh, caretaker.

George Oakley.
He found it when he came to open up.

One of the visitors waiting to get in
spotted it.

George?

Suicide, sir.

Oh, my word.

MALLORY:
And you are?

Alistair Helmsley. My family owns the tower.

Alistair Helmsley, the MP?

Yes, that's right. Do you know who it is?

We found his driving license.

Name of Reginald Brody.

MALLORY:
Name mean anything to you?

We had a gardener once,
with the surname Brody

but that was years ago.

I'm sorry, sir. I've been meaning
to replace that padlock for months.

It's not your fault.

Well, if there's anything I can do,
I'm up at the house.

Emily has some jobs for you.

She's frantic about this fundraiser.
- Yes, sir.

One thing I did find a bit odd, sir...

Why was the victim wearing a scarf?
It's middle of summer.

Well, it was chilly last night, Sergeant.
I had to wear my long johns.

Inspector Mallory?

Yes?

Chief Inspector Valentine. Scotland Yard.

I'm taking over your investigation.

Jumped off the top. Or pushed maybe.

What makes you think it could be foul play?

Well, it's always a possibility.
Isn't it, Father?

I don’t think we should make assumptions.

How do you know all this, Mrs M?
You've been here all morning.

Betty McDougal telephoned.

She was taking her niece to visit the tower
this morning, when they found the body.

That poor man.

And his poor family.

Did Betty say who it was?

She tried to look at the face...

Oh, of course she did.

But the body was too... disfigured.

I'll call in at the police station
after Mass.

See what I can find out.

You said the door was locked from this side?

Not locked, sir.
That chair - wedged up against the handle.

Took some welly to push it open, mind.

VALENTINE:
And no other way on or off the roof...

...except this one.

May I ask, sir,
what's your interest in this case?

Reginald Brody was involved
in a previous investigation of mine.

Even so,
there's nothing to suggest foul play.

It's suicide. Plain and simple.

If there's one thing I learned in Kembleford,
nothing is ever plain and simple.

GOODFELLOW:
Er, something I found a bit odd, sir...

Yes, Sergeant?
- Well, the victim was wearing a scarf.

And as I said...
- What colour was it?

Red.

CHURCH BELL RINGS

Are you going to tell me what's going on...

ALISTAIR:
You don't think we should cancel?

It might look heartless if we don't.

Raising money for war veterans is hardly
going to make you look heartless.

ALISTAIR:
Thought you were still in bed.

Got up early. Went for a walk.

Make yourself scarce over the next couple
of days, will you? We've got a lot on.

Why don't I just disappear altogether?

Perfect.

Chief Inspector Valentine to see you, sir.

Valentine?

I take it you remember me.

What brings you back?

VALENTINE:
The dead body at the foot of your tower.

Reginald Brody, father of Philip Brody,
your former gardener.

Good Lord.

Did any of you have any contact
with him recently?

Mr Oakley?

First I saw of him was this morning.

Dead.

You found Natasha Lipinksi's body too.

What are you insinuating?

Just stating facts, Mr Helmsley.

You're stating coincidences, Chief Inspector.
- You don't think it was suicide?

William, isn't it?

Were you here last night?

Yes, still living with us,
if you can believe that.

See anything?

No.

What evidence do you have
to suspect foul play?

I'm not at liberty to say.

But you think there's a connection

between Natasha's murder
and Ftegina|d's death?

I'm exploring that possibility.
- You arrested Philip yourself.

Are you saying you made a mistake, sir?

The Helmsley's maid, Natasha Lipinksi

found strangled in the gardener's shed
eight years ago.

The gardener, Philip Brody,
was arrested and charged

and later sentenced to be hanged,
commuted to life imprisonment.

Miss Lipinski had recently ended
a relationship with him

not amicably, by all accounts...

and it was his scarf
that was used to strangle her.

Now, an identical red scarf
turns up on his father's body.

With all due respect, sir,
that's hardly a smoking gun.

Father Brown!

I was wondering when you'd show up.

Chief Inspector Valentine.

Are you here about the suicide?

I'd forgotten how fast news
travels in Kembleford.

It was on Mrs McCarthy's afternoon bulletin.

Apologies, Chief Inspector.

As you can see, Padre, we're rather busy.
- Nah.

Let him stay. Old time's sake.

I think it's possible that Reginald Brody
was investigating Natasha's murder.

GOODFELLOW:
Yeah, but why now? After all this time?

His son hanged himself in prison
three weeks ago.

I suspect that was the catalyst.

So he came here to clear his son's name?

And he found something
that got himself killed?

That's my working theory.
- And what about the rooftop?

Admittedly, that is a puzzle.

Sealed rooftop. Sheer drops on every side.

No apparent way for the killer
to have gotten on or off.

That's up your alley, isn't it, Father?

Tell me more.

Inspector. Sergeant.

Ask around the clothing shops
and markets in the surrounding area.

See if anyone bought a red scarf recently.

Father Brown... you're with me.

Don't forget, the local paper are coming
to do a profile this afternoon.

You can wear the tie I bought you.

That one makes you look too severe.

What's the matter?

If Valentine thinks he made a mistake
arresting Philip

then who's he going to start suspecting next?
One of us.

Don't worry about Valentine.
We can handle him.

VALENTINE:
You can do it, Father.

FATHER BROWN: Even looking at it
from this distance gives me vertigo.

VALENTINE:
Big breaths. Don't look down. You'll be fine.

MRS MCCARTHY:
Inspector Valentine!

FATHER BROWN:
Chief Inspector.

Mrs McCarthy.

Are you back in charge at the station?

No, just visiting, I'm afraid.

Oh...

Not that there is anything
especially wrong with Inspector Mallory

it's just that he doesn't have your charm.

Mrs McCarthy!

If I didn't know better,
I'd say you were flirting with me.

Oh!

Now, you must come to dinner
at the presbytery.

I will make my special shepherd's pie
and you can meet Penelope.

Penelope?
- Lady Felicia's niece.

MALLORY:
A word in private, please, Chief Inspector.

Unless of course, Mrs McCarthy
is now a member of your crack squad?

GOODFELLOW:
Just got back from Hambleston market, sir.

One of the traders there says
he sold a red scarf early this morning

as he was opening up.
- To William Helmsley.

Looks like you've got a reprieve, Father.

Let's bring him in.

Market trader confirms he sold you
this scarf first thing this morning.

Perhaps you can explain how
it found its way here

around Reginald's neck.

It fell...

out of my bag on the way home.
Someone must've picked it up.

VALENTINE:
You expect me to believe that?

Why the burning desire to buy a scarf
first thing in the morning?

In the middle of summer?
- It gets cold at night.

A scarf, virtually identical to the one
used to strangle Natasha Lipinksi.

LAWYER:
Circumstantial.

You know something.

Amen.

Amen.

Mm...

My very own recipe.

I take it there'll be award-winning
strawberry scones for dessert, Mrs M?

In your honour, of course!

So tell me about the old days
with Father Brown, I'm dying to know.

Well, he could be a pain in the proverbial

if you don't mind me saying, Father.
- I've been called worse.

But I'll admit there was the odd time
he solved something before I did.

The "odd time"?

And so now he's your partner
in this case from the past?

I wouldn't say "partner".

Deputy?

I wouldn't say "deputy".

Assistant?

Yeah, I can live with that.

I met the Helmsleys once.
They were friends with my parents.

What did you think of them?

The brother was a bit odd.

VALENTINE: Shellshock.
He's been like that since the war.

So, you think he killed that man?

I'm afraid I can't discuss the case, Mrs M.

Oh, come, come, Inspector.
A few titbits?

You'd be surprised what we can
come up with when we put our heads together.

I've no doubt.

It's a shame Father Brown was in Rome
at the time of the original murder.

Otherwise, I'm sure he would have
solved the whole thing years ago.

I'm sure Chief Inspector Valentine
did everything he could.

I've missed this.

Country air. Open spaces.

Perhaps you should visit more often.

Reginald Brody came to see me
after I'd arrested his son.

Pleaded with me
to take another look at the case.

I wrote him off as a desperate parent

in denial that his own flesh and blood
could've done something so terrible.

I've seen hundreds of 'em.

Besides, the prosecuting solicitor
had already gone ahead with the charges.

So the case was out of your hands?

It's my worst nightmare,
putting away the wrong man.

It's what keeps me up at night.

It's what makes you a good policeman.

What did William Helmsley say?

Ah, not much.

But he knows something.

I think he put that scarf around
Reginald's neck to send me a message

make sure I understood he was murdered.

Perhaps I could talk to him?

Let me try to get him alone first.
See what I can get out of him.

You're the boss.

If you'd said that a bit more often,
we might have got on better.

VALENTINE:
Mr Helmsley?

They told me not to talk to you
without a solicitor.

You don't need a solicitor.
You're not a suspect, you're a witness.

They said you'd try to trick me
into admitting something I didn't do.

I'm not gonna trick you.
I just want to know what happened.

He came to the house, asking questions.
Making accusations.

Reginald Brody?

Alistair and Emily were out.

I told him to come back later

that they'd have the answers
he was looking for.

The next morning...

I found him.

Dead. I knew it wasn't suicide.

He was a man on a mission,
on a quest for the truth.

The last thing he'd do was kill himself.

And Natasha Lipinski?

WILLIAM:
She saw behind the curtain.

VALENTINE:
What?

WILLIAM:
She found the room.

What room?

My familY---

They're evil.

Evil?

I don't know what else to call it.

Did your brother kill Natasha Lipinski?

Your sister-in-law?

Both of them?

PERSON GRUNTS

MUFFLED GRUNTS

KNIFE SLICES

HAMMERING ON DOOR

MALLORY:
Open up! This is the police!

HAMMERING ON DOOR

HAMMERING ON DOOR

MALLORY:
Police! Open up!

HAMMERING ON DOOR
- Open this door!

What the...'?

GOODFELLOW:
Chief Inspector?

What are you doing here?

We got an anonymous telephone call, sir.

Said there was an altercation on the roof.

I didn't do this.

You're the only one up here, sir.
- I've been set up.

I was hit on the back of the head.

I'm sorry, Chief Inspector

I have no choice but to arrest you
on suspicion of murder.

Goodfellow...

You're not obliged to say anything
unless you wish to do so

but whatever you say may be taken
in writing and given in evidence.

Inspector.

Sergeant.

GOODFELLOW:
Chief Inspector.

MALLORY:
Another one. Great...

What can I do for you, sir?

Special Branch are obligated to investigate
the arrest of a police officer, Inspector

particularly when the charge is murder.

Evil?

Said Natasha "saw behind the curtain".

Found some sort of room.

He was gonna tell me more but...

The killer silenced him and framed you.

In exactly the same way they staged
Reginald Brody's suicide.

LOCK RATTLES

What's he doing here?

Er, spiritual counsel, sir.

FATHER BROWN:
Chief Inspector Sullivan?

Well, this is quite a reunion.

Valentine.
- Sullivan.

I wish it were under better circumstances.

Likewise.

I assume you have some thoughts, Father?

Chief Inspector Valentine believes, as I do

that there was somebody else
on the roof with him.

The door was barricaded.
There was no other way on or off the roof.

Not to mention, the bloody knife
had his fingerprints all over it.

SULLIVAN:
And that?

MALLORY:
Sustained from the struggle, I expect.

The killer hit me from behind.

No other way on or off the roof?

Not unless the killer could fly.

I'll be taking over this investigation.
Father Brown...

you're with me.

Still have trouble with heights, Father?

Yes. I do.

I'm afraid this is as far
as I'm going to make it.

You've done well, Father.

OK, three turrets, each with doors...

Store cupboard.

There's a broken flag pole.

Looks like blood to me.

From hitting the Chief Inspector
over the head, perhaps?

Perhaps.

Empty. Solid, masonry walls.

No secret passages, as far as I can tell.

No holds or ledges to climb down...

Can I help you?

FATHER BROWN SIGHS

Chief Inspector Sullivan. And you are?

George Oakley, caretaker.
Are you alright, Father?

Just catching my breath.

This tower's a crime scene, Mr Oakley.

It's strictly off-limits
until I say otherwise.

But seeing as you're here...

where were you between 11:30am
and midday today?

Up at the house.

You can ask the Helmsleys.

Are you accusing me of something, sir?
- Just asking questions.

I wouldn't hurt anyone in that family, sir.

I've been with them for over 2O years.

Is there any other way
off this roof besides that door?

Not without a parachute.

And the turrets? What's up there?

Bird droppings, mostly.

I'd like to take a look.
Can I borrow your ladder?

I'll hold the bottom, in case there's a wind.

Oh...

Anything else I can help you with, sir?
My lodgings are next to the main house.

That'll be all for now.

Father.

Not even one hour in Kembleford

and already my suit has been blemished
with bird muck.

The perils of the countryside.

And still no clue as to how
the killer managed to escape.

I think you should check the balcony.

Balcony?

For what?

Loose mortar, damage of any kind...

Scuff marks.

You're saying...?

Whoever did this wasn't afraid of heights.

But how?

I believe we are looking for a rope ladder.

SULLIVAN:
Huh.

Don't mourn him.

He was weak.

Something like this was bound to happen
sooner or later.

He wasn’t weak, he was...

...traumatised.

He didn't deserve that.

Valentine will pay for your brother's death.

But for now, you need to put aside
your personal grief

and look to the future. Our future.

What are you doing with that?

I was going to phone the guests.

Cancel--
- What did I just say?

How's that going to look?

Two deaths in two days,
one of them my own brother

and we're throwing a party?
- A fundraiser.

For war veterans, just like your brother.

It'll make me look callous.

It will make you look strong.

Like you're putting the needs of the many
ahead of your personal grief.

It'll make you look like a leader.

You alright, sir?

Who do they think they are?

Coming in here with their suits
and their chiselled jaws

trampling all over my investigation.

This is my patch now, not theirs.

And to top it off...

they treat Father Brown like he's
God's bleeding gift to detective work!

Well... I think your jaw
is very chiselled, sir.

Don't patronise me, Sergeant.

Sergeant, release Chief inspector Valentine
immediately.

Yes, sir. Oh!

Post-mortem report for Reginald Brody.

Thank you.

Care to let me in on it, sir?

According to the coroner's report,
Reginald Brody was already dead

when he was thrown from the tower

likely from an injury
to the back of the head

which I think we can safely say

confirms Chief Inspector Valentine's
initial suspicions.

The killer climbed--

I'm not talking to you, Padre.

The killer climbed down the outside
of the building, Inspector.

Climbed?

Music to my ears.
Who do I have to thank?

I'll brief you inside
Inspector Mallory's office.

If you don't mind, Inspector?

Be my guest.

Oh, and Father, since you've proved
yourself useful thus far... care to join us?

Why not just deputise him
and give him a badge?

A badge would be nice.

Don't push your luck.

HE WHISPERS:
I'll see what I can do.

We're not sending civilians
to carry out an illegal search.

They wouldn't be doing an illegal search.

They'd be going to a fundraising party,
and if they happen to stumble on something...

"Happen to stumble"?
- they report it to us.

it would be inadmissible.

They'll be guests at a party.

Father, your friend Bunty,
she said her parents knew the Helmsleys.

She could wangle some invites, couldn't she?
- I have no doubt.

VALENTINE:
See? It has nothing to do with us.

It has everything to do with us
if we've sent them there.

No one has to know that.

Are you suggesting we falsify our report?

VALENTINE: Look. We need to find the room
William was trying to tell me about.

We don't have enough evidence for a warrant.
This is the only way.

I'm with Chief Inspector Sullivan.

There have been quite enough amateurs
involved in this case as it is.

Inspector Mallory has a point.

GOODFELLOW: Uh, sirs--
- We're not sending civilians

into a potentially dangerous situation.

Father Brown can handle himself...
- Sirs?

And I'm not gonna be held responsible--
- Then hold me responsible.

Sirs!
- What?

FATHER BROWN:
Definitely... The three of us.

Yes... yes...

Thank you, Hunky.

Splendid.

SULLIVAN:
What have you done?

I'd like to thank you all
for being here today.

As many of you know,
ifs in the shadow of a great personal loss.

But it's for men like my brother
that we're here.

We must never turn our backs

on the brave patriots
who fought for this country.

Patriots like William...

who showed me that the wounds of war
aren't always easy to see.

They're wounds of the soul.

Wounds of the heart.

But it's through our work,
and your generous donations

that we can make sure that each one of these
lost souls receives the help they need.

We thank you from the bottom of our hearts
for helping to make a difference.

Hear, hear.

BUNTY:
Let's split up. We'll cover more ground.

No.

Whatever it is they're trying to hide,
they are prepared to kill for it.

We'll work together.

MRS MCCARTHY: What exactly
are we supposed to be looking for?

Skeletons in closets.

And what are they supposed to look like?

Bony?

"She saw behind the curtain."

MRS MCCARTHY CLEARS HER THROAT

What's that flag?

FATHER BROWN:
The Union Movement.

Don't you ever read a newspaper, Penelope?

FATHER BROWN:
It's a political party.

The successor
to the British Union of Fascists.

They share the same flag.

MRS MCCARTHY:
And the same vile beliefs.

Maybe we should go.

Agreed.

They're late.

Let's give them five more minutes.

They left the key in the lock.

Forget the lock...

No! You will break your neck.

You are underestimating
my gymnastic prowess, Mrs M.

Thank you, Father.

Why on Earth did you lock them in?

What else was I supposed to do?

Do you know who they are?

I think one of them was
the Windermere's daughter.

She telephoned for some invitations
earlier today.

Windermere?
- What are we going to do?

I'm terribly sorry.
This event is invitation only.

We've had a report of false imprisonment.

What? That's ridiculous.

I had to climb through a window.

Bunty, how lovely to see you.

I'm sure whatevefls happened
is an innocent mistake.

It's probably one of the staff...
- Where's the room?

I'll show you.

Inspector, make sure no one leaves.

You alright?
- Inspector Sullivan?

Mrs McCarthy.

Well done, Bunty.

All in a day's work.

It's my late father's private library.

Reading material appears
to have a common theme.

He was a blackshirt. We spent six years
fighting a war against people like him.

You should be ashamed of yourselves.

I am ashamed.
But those were his beliefs, not mine.

So you keep all this because of what?
Love and affection?

My father requested in his will
that the library remain untouched.

Even so, it wouldn't help your
political career, would it, if this got out?

Your family having fascist leanings?

My husband's just told you,
we're not fascists.

VALENTINE:
People would say you were.

Sounds like motive to me.

You haven't got a shred of evidence
against either one of us.

These yours?

My school trophies. For all his flaws,
he was still a father, proud of his son.

So you're a climber?

ALISTAIR:
So?

Our killer has a head for heights.

Alistair Helmsley, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of murder.

BOTH:
What?

You're not obliged to say anything
unless you wish to do so

but what you say will be put in writing
and may be given in evidence.

This is ridiculous!

L-I'm going to telephone Julian.
Don't say anything until he gets there!

Father, what is it?

Um...

BUNTY: Where are you going?
- Won't be long!

We didn't have the sign on the door
back then...

but Natasha took it upon herself
to find the master key and go in.

Came out sobbing, accusing us of being Nazis.

Ran out of the house, and that's it.

It was the last I saw of her.

Alive.

Why didn't you tell me this
back when I first investigated?

For obvious reasons.

You didn't want anyone to know
of your fascist affiliations?

We've told you, we are not fascists.

Then why did your brother think you had
something to do with the deaths?

William's always thought that
I killed Natasha

even after Philip was convicted.

Thought I silenced her to keep
the family secret.

It's paranoid delusion.
He's been like that since the war.

If you're not fascists,
then why was there a half-finished cigar

and a glass of brandy on the reading table
of your father's private library?

They were my father's.

I left them exactly as--
- The residue on the glass was fresh.

What were you doing?

Soaking up the ambience?

A little light reading?

Your brother told me that Reginald Brody
came asking questions

on the night before his death.

Did he come to you?
- No.

What about your wife?

She didn't say anything

I don't know.

I can assure you,
this is all a terrible misunderstanding

and quite frankly,
disgraceful conduct by the police.

Inspector Mallory,
have you seen Father Brown?

I thought he was with you.

He was, but then he found a clue...

What clue?

We don't know.

But he certainly had that look on his face...

Which means those bone-headed imbeciles
might have arrested the wrong man.

Where did you see him last?

Father Brown? I saw him
heading towards the tower.

PIGEONS COO AND FLUTTER

Can I help you?

What are you doing with that?

Alistair Helmsley's father
was your commanding officer

in the parachute regiment, wasn't he?

I saw a picture of you with your section
in his private library.

So?

You must have been through a lot together.

He saved my life.

More than once.

He taught me the value of honour...

and loyalty.

You've been protecting the family
from the start, haven't you, Mr Oakley?

I presume you used the boat hook
to unhook the rope ladder?

Up.

Hun back to the house.
Telephone for reinforcements.

I'm not going anywhere.

I can't, I...
- Go!

Goodfellow!

Goodfellow!

GEORGE:
After you, Father.

To the edge.

Ladder.

Now jump-

Be easier if you jump...

but I'll throw you over myself if I have to.

You killed to protect a secret,
but that secret's been exposed.

What are you talking about?

The police have seen the room.

Alistair's been arrested.

I failed him.

George, those three lives you took...

do they mean anything?

I made a promise.

To kill?

To protect the family name.
To see them rise to power.

To make this country pure.

William told Chief Inspector Valentine
that the Helmsleys were evil.

But in my experience,
meeting people who feel like you do

it isn't evil I see.

It's fear.

I'm not afraid.

Fear of anyone who isn't like them.

Fear that the world's changing too fast.

Fear that their lives don't have any meaning.

Desperate for a scapegoat.

But what always breaks my heart

is that their capacity to see the humanity
in other people

to see their souls... is so limited.

MALLORY:
Police! Open up!

MALLORY YELLS

THEY GRUNT
- GUNSHOT

Nice shot.

HE SIGHS

I'm alright, Father.

George, no!

Why should you care?

I care for your soul as much as any other.

GEORGE GROANS
- You're under arrest.

Good job, Inspector.

You're not getting off that easy.

George Oakley, I'm arresting you
for the murders of Natasha Lipinksi

Reginald Brody and William Helmsley.

You're not obliged to say anything
unless you wish to do so

but what you say may be put in writing
and given in evidence.

You alright?

I'm fine, thank you, sir.

Well... you've overcome
your fear of heights, Father.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

I'll get back to terra firma now.

We can put out a press statement.

Denounce my father's beliefs.

"Denounce his beliefs?"

In the strongest terms.

It's been leaked to the press.
I've had three phone calls already.

I'll write something up straight away.

It's over.

Our futures are no longer aligned, Alistair.

What?

It's one thing to hide what you believe.

But to denounce it?

To turn your back on your own father?

To betray who you really are?

You can't possibly imagine
I'd stay married to someone so feeble?

SULLIVAN:
I'd say our work here is done.

Thank you, Father, for your help.

And Inspector Mallory, Sergeant Goodfellow...

We'll be putting you both forward
for commendations for bravery.

Thank you, sir.

Much appreciated, sir.

Much deserved.

And may I say, it's been an absolute pleasure
working with the two of you...

Nothing like ending the day on a victory.

See you at the Yard.

Thank you, Chief Inspector.

Till next time, Father.

FATHER BROWN:
Everything alright?

Just glad to finally get the right man.

Why don't you stay on, for a few days?

Enjoy the countryside.

I've discovered some splendid new rambles.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

VALENTINE:
Stunning.

FATHER BROWN:
Do you mind if we, er...?

I'm not as young as I was.

VALENTINE:
That makes two of us.

It wasn't much of a victory, was it?

Three deaths and my mistake
that led to all of it.

It was George Oak|ey's fanaticism
that led to all of it.

I put away the wrong man, Father.
I'll have to live with that.

Yes, you will.

But you are a good man. A man of conscience.

Otherwise, you wouldn't feel the way you do.

Thank you, Father.

Which reminds me...

Little gift.

Even had it engraved.
- FATHER BROWN LAUGHS

Don't tell Inspector Mallory.

Wouldn't dream of it.