All language subtitles for Father.Brown.S11E05

Looks like the intruder gained entry
through the back door, sir.

Lock's been tampered with.

For an art dealer, you'd think he'd
have had more robust security.

Anything stolen, Sergeant?

We're... We're checking now.

Sir, I think you should come
and look at this.

Flambeau.

"Justice and Divine Vengeance."

Father?

By Pierre-Paul Prud'hon.

The painting that was stolen.

Oh, so... So this Flambeau,
he's your mate?

Well, I wouldn't exactly
describe him as that.

Oh, I know how I'd describe him.

Look at those eyes.

But you know him, though?
The world-famous thief?

And now murderer.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

What, sorry? Oh.

Are you all right, Father?

Doesn't make sense.

Chief Inspector. Sergeant.

Father. Mrs Devine.
Sorry to intrude on breakfast.

Intrude away.

As you're no doubt aware,
I'm conducting a manhunt.

And given your association with
the guilty party,

Father, I'm placing Sergeant
Goodfellow here on permanent watch.

On watch?

You'll be under
his surveillance at all times.

Is that absolutely necessary?

It's for your own safety, Father.

Flambeau is not the man
you once knew.

He's now a killer.

And if Flambeau tries to get in
contact with you in any way,

you're to inform us immediately.

Understood?

Absolutely.

Chief Inspector, Flambeau
is many things,

but he is not a cold-blooded killer.

The evidence says otherwise.

You don't really think he's going to
show up here, do you, sir?

He'd know we'd be watching.

I'm not taking any chances,
Goodfellow.

He escaped me once before, I'm not
going to let it happen again.

You know, this is the opportunity
I've been waiting for.

Opportunity, sir?

To say goodbye to
Kembleford for good,

and get back to Scotland Yard
where I belong.

Don't let me down, Sergeant.

Ego te baptizo

in nomine Patris, et Filii,

et Spiritus Sancti.

BABY GURGLES

Deus omnipotens, pater Domini nostri
Jesu Christi,

qui te regeneravit ex aqua et
Spiritu Sancto.

Quique dedit tibi
remissionem omnium peccatorum,

ipse te liniat...

HE CONTINUES PRAYING

What a lovely,
well-behaved, little baby, Father.

Yes, he was, wasn't he? Hmm.

I think he enjoyed himself.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Sergeant,
I have to take confession.

A sinner in need of God's
forgiveness.

Don't be fooled by appearances,
Father.

It's actually a fine
vintage from the Loire Valley.

I'm relieved to see that
being on the run for murder

hasn't forced you to give up on
life's little pleasures.

It's the only thing keeping me
going.

For once, I'm innocent.

It makes a refreshing change.

And the real culprit?

Given the number of people I've
double-crossed, stolen from,

or generally vexed over the years,
it could be anyone.

And yet, I believe I know where he,
or she is going to strike next.

Monte Carlo, three weeks ago.

A diamond theft.

I was nowhere near.

Four weeks before that, Berlin,
a pearl necklace.

And now the painting.

They're connected?

I've stolen them all before.

An auction heist in 1929.

25 years ago.

One of my earliest exploits.

Still wet behind the ears,
slightly less refined than I am now.

I sold them
all on to private collectors.

And now someone's stealing them
back. It would appear so.

And what is this thief's next
target?

There was one other item
I stole that day.

Top right.

"Gold bracelet engraved with the
image of Saint Nicholas of Myra."

It's been put up for sale
by an anonymous seller.

Someone is going to great
lengths to flush you out,

and they're not afraid to kill.

Whoever it is will be at that
auction - and so will I.

I'd like you there with me.

You do know, of course,
that this is a trap.

If I'm to clear my name, I have no
choice but to walk into it.

With me.

He's already killed.

Twice.

If we don't stop him, there's no
reason to think he won't kill again.

Good morning, Sergeant.

Ah.

Thought you might like a cup of tea.

Three sugars, two biscuits.

Thank you very much indeed, Father.

Any sign of Flambeau?

Not yet. Inspector Sullivan has
half the county out

looking for him, though.

Ah, well, I'll keep my eyes peeled.
BELL RINGS

I think that's sufficient cushions.

Tell me again.

Make occasional
appearances at the window,

always keeping my back turned.

If the Sergeant
comes in, for any reason,

I hide in your room
and pretend to take a nap.

Oh, yeah, fool-proof.

Afternoon, sir. Sign in.

Thank you, sir,

Sign in, please.
I'm Edwin Blythe. Auctioneer.

Joe Bloom. Head of Security.
Why are none of you carrying guns?

We're not licensed to carry
firearms, sir.

There is a master
criminal on the loose. Arms up.

And I am responsible for a roomful
of valuables

which I have no doubt he would love
to get his hands on.

Don't worry, sir. Me and my men are
more than a match for Flambeau,

with or without weapons.

Thanks, gentlemen.

Afternoon, sir. Sign in, please.

It could be any one of them.

Do you know anything about the

previous owners of the items
you stole?

The auction records are long
since gone.

There it is.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Lester Garrick.

Collector of fine antiquities.

Christopher Lane.

Museum curator.

Father Brown. Friend.

What interests you in the bracelet,
if you don't mind me asking?

I've always admired Saint Nicholas -

friend and protector to all
those in trouble or need.

Not to mention,
the inspiration for Santa Claus.

Are you planning to bid on it?

I haven't decided yet. I hope so.

It's no fun if there isn't
a bit of good-natured rivalry.

If you're an anonymous seller,
why bid yourself?

He has no intention
of paying for it.

Your drinks and cigarettes, sir.
I didn't order any.

They were left at the bar, along
with a note, and a sizeable tip.

You ARE Christopher Lane?

Is something wrong?
Should I call security? No.

"From a lifelong
student of your work."

Bidding will begin in 15 minutes.

Please make your way to the
auction room.

The game's afoot.

Oi! Father Brown said,
"Make appearances in the window,"

not, "Parade around the garden."

There's no point in putting on a
costume if I'm not going to perform.

Get back inside!

When I've finished getting
rid of these weeds.

Oh, no, he's coming over.

Ah, wonder if I could trouble
you for another cup of tea, Father?

Father?

SHE CROAKS

Father Brown woke up with a bit
of frog in his throat this morning.

Well, he was all right with me
when I was speaking to him earlier.

Oh, well.
I'll get you a cuppa, Sergeant.

CROAKING

IN DEEP VOICE: Nap. I need a nap.

Wait! A minute.

Lot number one.

Queen Cleopatra French neoclassical
sculptural bust

with a polished basalt finish
and gold accents.

That's a prison tattoo.

I think you're right.

You keep an eye on him.

I'll keep an eye on Lester.

Bidding begins.

He asked you to dress
up in his spare cassock,

and he didn't tell you why?

He said the less we know,
the better.

But he is with Flambeau?

We didn't see Flambeau.

That's not what I asked.

I'm sorry, Inspector.
I know how this looks.

It looks like obstruction
of justice.

I'll make it up to you, I promise.

Do you ever stop? I meant with a
nice Sunday roast or something.

For the last time, did Flambeau make
contact with Father Brown?

Answer me right now.

Sir. We've had a tip-off.
Anonymous.

Flambeau's been
spotted at an auction house.

You better pray I catch him.

24-carat gold bracelet
with a dropped medallion

with a depiction of
Saint Nicholas of Myra.

Burgundy, in 15th century,

attributed to the goldsmith
known as the Master of Bruges.

I'll start the bidding at £100.

I have £100, do I hear £110?

Ten! We have ten.

And 20. 120 from the gentleman
in the second row.

30. I have £130.

Any more bids?

Going once. Going twice.

Sold to the
gentleman in the first row.

Sergeant, seal off the drive.

I want all the doors covered.
WHISTLE BLOWS

Everyone stay where you are.

We have reason to believe
Hercule Flambeau is on the premises.

WHISPERING: What did I tell you?

Search everyone thoroughly,
Sergeant.

He's likely to be in disguise.

Keep a look out for...
Father Brown.

I know it's a lot, darling,
but she only turns 16 once.

How could I consult you? It's an
auction, everything moves so fast.

Of course we can afford it.

An impersonator?

With a vendetta against Flambeau.

He has led you up the garden path,
Father.

A path known as aiding and abetting.

How did you know he was here?

Anonymous tip-off.

That was the plan all along.

To have Flambeau caught red-handed.

What are you doing?

I'm just making sure
nothing's missing.

That's a prison tattoo, isn't it?

That was a long time ago.

I don't want you anywhere near these
valuables from now on.

Understand?

How'd you know it's a prison tattoo?

I have a wayward past.

MUFFLED GRUNTING

I told you you should carry a gun.

SMASHING

I don't think we've been
formally introduced.

Flambeau! Flambeau's here!

Oh, no!

Innocent, is he?

Who are you? What do you want?

I want to see you
twisting on the end of a rope.

We don't have time.

They're coming!

Get in the car!

Just get in the car!

He's over there.
Flambeau's over there!

WHISTLES BLOWING

I'm trusting you with the one
bargaining chip we have left.

Hands on your head.

On your knees.

Hercule Flambeau,

I am arresting you for robbery
and murder.

You are not obliged to say anything,

but anything you say will be
given in evidence.

Yes, yes, Hercule Flambeau was
apprehended at approximately

1:20pm this afternoon,
putting an end to a decades-long

career of theft, fraud,
and recently, murder.

He will remain at Kembleford
police station overnight,

and then appear at Kembleford
Magistrates' Court tomorrow.

I would like to personally
thank my team,

who performed with skill
and bravery, leading to

the capture of one of the most
notorious criminals of our century.

Was anyone else injured?

Did you manage to recover
the stolen item?

I have my officers searching
the auction house as we speak,

I have no doubt it'll turn up.

Was anyone else injured?

Tragically, a security guard,
Joe Bloom,

was killed by Flambeau
at the scene.

No.

He must've found it.

Hidden it somewhere before
he was caught.

Well, he's behind bars. He's going
to hang. That's what you wanted.

And?

And, you said that
when you'd got him,

we would go away together,
and live out our lives somewhere...

You know how much that
bracelet means to me.

We're not going anywhere
until I get it back.

ENGINE IGNITES

The auctioneer?

He killed the security guard
and stole the bracelet.

You must think
I'm as gullible as Father Brown.

On the contrary, I value
Father Brown's acumen a great deal -

if only it was a trait
more commonly possessed

by serving police officers.

And yet, here you are - behind bars.

A temporary situation, I assure you.

There are two guards posted
outside your cell,

three on watch outside the station,

and tomorrow I will personally
accompany you to court.

You're finished, Flambeau.

The only way this ends is with
you on the end of a noose.

LOCK CLICKS

Give me one - one reason
I shouldn't charge you

as an accessory after the fact.

And not just you - but your darling
little accomplices, too.

Mrs Devine and Miss Palmer were
acting under my instructions.

I take full responsibility.

Yes, well, luckily for you,
given my recent victory,

I'm feeling somewhat charitable.

Not to mention, that by the end
of the week, with any luck,

I'll be out of here, and won't have
to deal with your interfering,

tiresome meddling ever again.

Now get out of here before
I change my mind.

Hercule Flambeau's right-handed.
What?

The stab wound in the security
guard's back was on

his left-hand side. The auctioneer
is left-handed -

I noticed when he was
banging his gavel.

Careful now, Father.

And the strands of hair
in the victim's hand were blonde,

as was the auctioneer.

Except they had no cuticles,
which means he was wearing a wig.

Flambeau has you chasing shadows,
Father.

Perhaps.

But might it not also be that

your desire for career advancement
is blinding you...

Blinding me?

..blinding you to the
facts of this case.

Did you see anyone other than
Flambeau

running from the building? No.

Did you witness the murder? No.

Do you have any other evidence apart
from a few strands

of blonde cuticle-less hair? No.

Then the facts, Father, are these -
you simply do not want

to believe that your friend
is a cold-blooded killer,

that he's beyond redemption,

that you've failed
one of your flock.

And after all these years,

the truth is, what difference
have you made? None.

You cannot save him any longer.

May I have a few minutes alone
with Monsieur Flambeau?

Spiritual guidance.

Father.

I've got out of prison before.

That was
when you went in with a plan.

A plan that went catastrophically
wrong, if you recall.

I got out of that,
I'll get out of this.

In the meantime, your job is to
clear my name of murder.

And how do you propose I do that?

The auctioneer, whoever he is,
desired that bracelet a great deal.

It means something to him.

He was furious to let it go.

Even if I lure him out, then, what?

Well, you do what you do best -
get him to confess and repent.

Given his behaviour,
I suspect he's a psychopath,

and unlikely to do either.

Then we are both doomed.

Oh! Where have you been?

We've been worried sick.

Early morning walk
to clear my mind,

consider my next move.

You've brought half
the field in with you.

Our next move.

You're not in this alone.

This man is dangerous.

All the more reason that
we're by your side.

I will not put
either of you in harm's way.

Hmm! You don't have a choice.

So, what's our next move?

Well, I think I know where to start.

Ah, thank you, Commissioner.

That's very good of you to say,
but a leader is only as good

as the men under his command, and
I give due credit to my team who...

Well, I try to be, sir.

I was practically famed for
my magnanimity back at the Yard.

Of course, I'd be delighted.

Let me just check my diary.

Friday lunchtime is perfect.

Yes, I know the one.

Bistro round
the corner from the Yard.

I look forward to that, too, sir.

Thank you. Goodbye.

"I look forward to
discussing your future."

Were sweeter words ever said?

Goodbye, Kembleford,
you muckspreading little...

Sir?

Yes, Sergeant, what is it?

Sorry to interrupt, sir.

No, no, no, go ahead.

Well, I've been going through
the witness statements,

and I couldn't find
one from the auctioneer.

No-one saw him after the robbery.

Goodfellow, have you been
talking to Father Brown?

No, no, sir.

No, it's just with my inspector's
exams coming up, I just wanted to

make sure that I dotted all the Is
and crossed all the Ts.

We don't need the auctioneer's
statement.

We caught Flambeau at the scene.

The thing is, sir, I got his details
from the auction house.

A man by the name of Edwin Blythe.

But when I telephoned him,
that number was for dry cleaner's.

So the auction house had
a wrong number. A clerical error.

Maybe.

But I also telephoned round
some of the other auction houses,

asked around -
no-one's ever heard of Edwin Blythe.

See if you can get
his fingerprints from the gavel.

Cross match them
against criminal records.

But do it quietly, Sergeant.

Righty-o, sir.

What are you looking at?

What are we even supposed to be
looking for?

Well, to confront Flambeau's
impersonator,

I need to know who he is,

and what the gold bracelet
means to him,

and what it is that he
has against Flambeau.

1929.

Bingo.

"Amongst the items stolen were
a painting by Pierre-Paul Prud'hon,

"and a gold bracelet,

"offered for sale by the financier,
Magnus Fleming."

What's a financier doing
selling a bracelet?

Good question.

So, what now?

Keep looking.

"City Financier, Magnus Fleming,
hangs himself".

Two weeks after the sale.

"City financier, Magnus Fleming,

"is destitute after
the London Stock Market Crash.

"A widower, he leaves behind his
only child,

"Sebastien Fleming, aged 12."

He'd be 37 now.

Do you think it were him?

Orphaned at 12. How awful for him.

What's going on? Power cut?

No, the microfilm reader's
still working.

APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS
Who's there?

SHE YELPS
This is a blade in your ribs.

Keep struggling and it goes in.

I'm not scared of you!

Do as he says, Miss Palmer.

What do you want?

You. No, Father!

On condition that
you leave them alone.

Agreed.

If you try to follow us,
we'll kill him.

Understand?

Please, don't hurt him.

That depends on you.

Both of you. Shall we?

Brenda!

BRENDA SOBS

Your solicitor, Mr Barrington.

You've got 15 minutes.

If you touch me, he dies.

If you tell the Sergeant, he dies.

If I'm not back in half an hour,
he dies.

Father Brown.

I started making this
when I was 12-years-old -

a few days after I found my father
hanging by the neck.

Not out of any sort of idolisation,
you understand,

but because I needed to learn
everything I could about you.

So that one day I could hunt
you down and make you pay.

And now here we are, finally,

face-to-face.

You blame me
for your father's suicide?

Oh, I blame you for lots of things.

Four years in an orphanage,
full of torment and worse.

The theft of the only thing I had
left of my mother. The bracelet.

She gave it to me
from her death bed.

Told me the story of Saint Nicholas,

the patron saint
and protector of children.

Said that he'd always keep me safe.

And when the cancer took her,

I clung on to those words,
and to that bracelet,

until you stole it.

It was up for auction.
You'd have lost it anyway.

It wasn't his to sell,
and it wasn't yours to steal!

I begged him not to.

But he said it was all that we had
left, that we'd be on the streets.

I'm sorry for your misfortune,

but I'm not to blame for turning
you into a raving psychopath.

You took everything from me!

You owe me that bracelet,

and if you truly are the honourable
thief you claim to be,

you'll tell me
where you've hidden it.

Probably the last decent thing
you do before you die.

Or alternatively, I could leave here
and slit Father Brown's throat.

I'm going to choke
the life out of you.

This is your last chance.

Sergeant!

LOCK CLICKS

I'll no longer be needing legal
representation.

Bring him out, officer.

Speaking to one of
the witnesses, sir.

The auctioneer wore gloves
throughout the bidding process.

So no finger prints on the gavel.
No, sir.

But the lab confirmed that the hair

that was in the security guard's
fingers was from a blonde wig.

Now, I think
we get a sketch artist in and...

I've got more pressing matters
right now, Sergeant.

I'll deal with this later.

OVERLAPPING CHATTER
Flambeau, over here!

Is this the end for you?

I'm not going to have any trouble
with you, am I, Flambeau?

Only the pleasure of my company.
Good morning, everyone!

Flambeau!

BOTH: Sergeant!

Father Brown's been captured. What?

Tell me, Inspector,

why is it that you're
back in charming little Kembleford?

I thought you'd moved on to
greater things.

It appears I came back to do
important work,

like putting you behind bars.
Indeed.

This must be
the highlight of your career,

catching the great Flambeau.

I'd have hoped for a little
gratitude.

Gratitude?
For raising your profile.

Sharing the limelight.

Whatever becomes of you after
this will be entirely due to me.

I'll be sure to send you a thank you
note for my good fortune.

Oh, I'm not talking about good
fortune.

I'm talking about embarrassment.

Embarrassment?

Stop the van or I'll shoot him.
Keep going.

I'm throwing him out
in five seconds.

Five, four, three, two...

Do not stop!

TYRES SQUEAL

Don't worry, I won't rest
until I find him.

Neither will we. Thank you,
Sergeant.

Get inside. Lock the doors.

SHOUTING AND WHISTLES BLOWING

DOG BARKING

MAN: Flambeau, give yourself up!

Time's running out, isn't it?

Yeah, you've got one minute left.

It seems Sebastien will sacrifice
everything to gain

his heart's desire.

Even you, Lila.

And if he's anything like Flambeau,

he will be using you.

And he uses all women.

Sh. Sh, sh, sh, sh.

Only insofar as they
are helpful to him.

Lila, I know where...

Well? Sebastien?

He didn't tell you
where it is, did he?

Which means he's
signed your death warrant.

He didn't tell you
because he doesn't know.

What are you saying?

He gave it to me.

Where is it?

I think I know why the bracelet is
so important to you.

Because no matter how many
disguises you use...

..you can't hide the frightened
little boy in that photograph.

Where is it?

ON RADIO: It's not yet clear how
Hercule Flambeau escaped from police

custody, but residents of Kembleford

and the surrounding
area are advised to stay indoors...

He must be miles away by now.

Not quite.
SHE YELPS

Where's the bracelet?

Is that all you can think about?
Father Brown's been kidnapped.

And that bracelet's your only
chance of seeing him alive again.

Where is it? How should we know?

He didn't tell you where he hid it?
Well, he didn't tell us he had it.

THEY YELP
Maybe the study. Or the church.

He wouldn't have kept it so close.

Lavender! On his boots.

When he came back from his walk
this morning.

What? The lavender fields!
It's worth a shot. Where is it?

Well, we'll take you to them.
No, I only need directions.

We weren't asking for permission.

We're coming!

We'll get there in my Hercules.

Your what?

Well, how do we know
where he hid it?

He would have left
a marker of some kind.

Good afternoon!

I think he recognised you.

Which means he's calling
the police.

The clock's ticking.
We'll split up. Get down!

How long do you think it'll
take for them to find it?

Not long enough.

Sebastien will cut his throat after
he gives him the bracelet.

You wrapped it up.

Why did you do that?

Because it's precious.

Give my regards to
Flambeau on his execution day.

SHE SNEEZES

What was that?

What are you doing here?

Come any closer
and I'll knock your block off.

Answer her!

That's not very gentlemanly of you -
threatening a young lady.

Reports of my incarceration have
been greatly exaggerated.

SIREN RINGS

We need to go.

Sebastien, please.

Run if you want, I'm staying to
finish what I started.

You promised!

No!

ENGINE APPROACHING

If you kill him,
you are no better that he is.

Hercule!

SIREN RINGS

Perhaps I'm not doomed after all,
Father.

No, no, no.
Not my car! Not my Hercules!

What is this?

Where is Flambeau?

And who is this?

It's the killer you were
looking for.

PHONE RINGS

Sullivan?

Commissioner, before you say
anything,

I want you to know that
I have every man available

canvassing the entire...

We believe Flambeau used a staple to
unlock the handcuffs and...

I don't know, sir, but I am, rest
assured,

I am conducting a full
investig...

Of course not, no, the last thing
I'd want to do

is cause the department any
embarrassment.

I will give you a full
report on Friday when we meet for...

I understand.

Perhaps we can reschedule for...

DISCONNECT TONE

Do you think they'll catch him?

I doubt it.

You sound pleased about that,
Father.

Flambeau may well deserve
a prison sentence,

but I still believe there's
a good man in there.

And you still believe that?

Even after he was
throttling that bloke?

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Sorry to interrupt. Door was open.

Good morning, Sergeant.
What can we do for you?

We found your car, Mrs Devine.

Abandoned in some
woods about 20 miles away.

Oh, thank you!

And Flambeau?

I think
we owe you an apology, Sergeant.

I think you do.

Yes. I know.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Sorry.

But you must admit, I completely
captured Father Brown's mannerisms.

It's no wonder you couldn't
tell the difference.

Apology accepted, I suppose.

As for Flambeau, well,
he's disappeared into thin air.

But we did apprehend
Sebastien's accomplice,

and we recovered the bracelet.

And the Inspector, dare I ask?

Few cuts and bruises.

But it's his pride that's hurting
him more than anything else.

Oh, dear.

Perhaps I should pay him a visit?
ALL: No!