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MECHANISM WINDING

CLOCKS TICK

I love seeing you like this.

Like what?

So... lively.

This one must be really special.

My dear, it will be the pinnacle of my collection.

And it deserves to be seen by as many people as possible.

49 seconds late.

Didn't want to disturb, sir.

Punctuality is imperative if you are to exceed your trial period, Jake.

I can only apologise.

Might I ask when it arrives, this special clock of yours?

�5,000!

Have you lost your tiny mind?

It's none of your business.

I couldn't disagree more.

It's my birthright you're squandering,

and I simply won't stand for it.

Quentin, what do you want?

Some moola,

some spondulicks,

some lolly... Pop! My inheritance, before you pour it down the drain.

You know it's what Mother would have wanted.

You'll get it when I'm dead.

And when exactly will that be? Quentin!

You will address me as "my lord".

Quentin! I want you to leave.

If you insist.

But I'd have a little... reconsider if I were you.

You might not like the consequences if you don't.

Toodle-pip.

Oh.

Sorry.

RADIO: And Durley Dean has fallen at the last hurdle,

leaving Lewisham Girl and Village Drama neck-and-neck now as they come

to the finish line. And by a nose,

in first place number seven, Lewisham Girl!

SHE WHOOPS Ridden and trained by Russell Meyrick...

Oh, no, Father.

I'm so sorry!

Not to worry.

It can be mended.

Anyway, well done, Miss Palmer!

A whole shilling by my reckoning.

I've never won anything before.

You have it for your watch.

Nonsense.

What have you two been up to? Erm...

Father Brown's been teaching me about horses.

Ah! I didn't know you rode, Father!

CLOCK CHIMES I better get my skates on.

I'm due at the manor in an hour.

I can't help noticing the change in your appearance

since you took on extra work there.

Don't know what you mean.

Have you met someone?

He's just a friend.

Bye, then!

Well, we might find out very soon.

We've been invited to a rather special unveiling at Hartigan Manor.

Ah! Mr Hoskens! The very man.

Father!

Good to see you.

How's the clock business?

Oh, you know. Ticking along!

THEY CHUCKLE

I don't suppose that you could, uh...

Sure, leave it with me. No charge.

It's got to be worth a few brownie points from the man upstairs, huh?

Bren! All clear.

Let's see what all the fuss is about, then.

Is that it?

It's so intricate.

Bren, it's world-famous.

And worth a fortune.

If I didn't know better, I'd think you were more into clocks than me.

HE LAUGHS

I know very well that the real treasure

is right here in front of me.

Smooth-talker.

CLOCKS CHIME Ooh! Holy cow!

You know what that means, don't you? What? Guests!

Come on!

So good of you to come, Father.

Wouldn't have missed it.

Have you met Mrs Devine, our new parish secretary?

We're in the Players together.

You have such a beautiful home. Thank you.

I hope you like clocks. Who doesn't?

I'm sorry. If you'll excuse me...

I didn't know if you'd come.

Who can resist the Nightingale clock, eh?

It's so nice to see Stan after all this time.

I'm sure he'll be fascinated by the clock.

I understand it's quite the celebrity.

Well, it's certainly given Oswald a new lease of life.

And how is married life?

I know what people say - about the age gap.

That I'm some kind of Eliza Doolittle.

But it's wonderful. It truly is.

It appears my invite got lost in the post.

CHATTER

CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS

Excuse me, excuse me.

Oh, dear God!

Don't do this. Please.

Surely I'm entitled to see what you're wasting my money on?

I'm sure that we can come to some kind of arrangement

if you leave now.

Then go write me a cheque.

A jolly big fat one. Chop chop!

You've had too much to drink, lad. Come on.

Don't touch me!

Let's get you home.

THEY GASP

You'll get nothing more from me, nothing!

Consider yourself disinherited.

Out!

Get your hands off me, you oik! Get off...! Get off me!

Off...!

Jake... Sorry.

Sometimes...

I lose control.

I know what that feels like.

I can't be around these people much longer.

I'm going back to London. What?

These past few weeks have been the best.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

I don't want this to end.

Then come with me.

Yoohoo!

Oh, I thought I recognised your voice.

Is this your...? This is Jake.

So pleased to meet you. Isabel Devine.

Can I help you?

Oh, I was just, er, actually looking for the little girls' room.

I'll show you where.

Well, thank you for lending me Brenda, Father,

but she is proving to be rather unreliable.

Oh.

Well, I'm sure she'll be along in a moment.

What did I miss? Doing your job,

which is hanging by a very fine thread at the moment.

Relax!

As you were.

Yes. We've straightened out our little... misunderstanding.

Eat, drink and be merry!

CLINKS GLASS

So, at 12.59 precisely,

please could everyone convene at the top of the stairs

for the reveal of the finest timepiece in the country.

Don't get too excited.

I thought he'd been removed... with force? It appears not.

Great, right on schedule.

This is it, this is the moment we've all been waiting for.

Just gather round.

If you could just find any spot you can.

Thank you so much, thank you.

So, erm, aficionados

should note that the Nightingale clock

employs an extremely rare double-six Grande Sonnerie

striking system, which is utterly ingenious.

So, without further ado,

I give you the exquisite

Nightingale cl...

THEY GASP

SHE SCREAMS

THEY GASP

HE PRAYS QUIETLY

Thank you.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

Unless I'm very much mistaken, that is coal dust.

All right, Father.

As you were here before the murder, I will consider your analysis.

Well, he was last seen downstairs at 12.30,

which means he was murdered in the half hour

before the unveiling of the clock.

Which is conspicuous by its absence.

Perhaps the deceased interrupted someone trying to steal it?

Quite possible, Sergeant.

Yes. We need to find that murder weapon.

Unless they are one and the same thing, Chief Inspector.

The ornamentation on the clock could account for the wounds

on Lord Hartigan's forehead.

Yes, well, I'd prefer to keep an open mind. Mm.

If I could have your attention, please?

THEY QUIETEN

There was no forced entry and no-one has left the building

since Lord Hartigan was murdered,

which means the killer is in this room.

We need to establish who was upstairs between 12.30 and 1pm.

I went upstairs to have another look at the clock.

I went up to patch up my make-up.

I went up to find Oswald.

So just the three of you?

Well, actually, I did see Brenda's friend heading upstairs, too.

To check if everything was ready for the big reveal.

Just doing my job.

Mr Hunt, I understand you had an altercation with the deceased?

He was keeping the peace.

Lord Hartigan punched a guest.

Mr Hoskens.

I'm fine now.

I see.

I'm taking no chances.

Everyone in this room is to be searched.

I'm missing a murder weapon.

You and your big mouth!

I'm sorry but we can't just ignore the fact that he's a suspect.

Ladies, please.

All clear.

They found nothing on me.

I'm glad.

Jake, this is Father Brown.

A pleasure.

Hello.

Bren, shall we?

Arms open, there we go.

Chief Inspector!

What? I've never seen that before in my life!

Excuse me. Yes, Sergeant.

I take it that wasn't a nosebleed, Mr Hoskens? No, but...

Therefore, I'm afraid I have no option

but to arrest you on suspicion of murder.

So, the killer planted the handkerchief.

But why?

I need to know everything if I'm going to help.

Like what?

Did you hear or see anything unusual while you were upstairs?

Actually, come to think of it, I did see something strange.

Into the very room in which Lord Hartigan was murdered.

Thank you.

Oh, Father, ask for your watch back.

Just get someone else to fix it.

No need.

You'll be fixing it yourself soon enough.

How are you, Mrs Hartigan?

I'm trying to stay strong for Oswald.

I'm afraid he's taken to his bed.

It's the shock, I think.

How well did you know Lord Hartigan?

I never saw eye-to-eye with him.

I'm not sure anyone did, really.

I couldn't help noticing the lascivious way

he looked at you earlier today.

And Mr Hoskens said that you were dragged into the clock room

shortly before the murder. Was that Lord Hartigan?

Are you all right?

Just a dizzy spell.

Nothing to worry about.

Nothing you say will go any further. I assure you.

My husband isn't the most loving of men.

Far more interested in clocks and his schedule.

While Lord Hartigan was wild and spontaneous?

He paid me attention and I fell for it.

I know it's pathetic.

What happened in the clock room?

He wanted to...

But I couldn't.

So I left him there, laughing at me.

Then I went to patch up my make-up.

I see.

I know it's terrible, Father, but I can't help but feel relieved.

At least now Oswald will never know what I've done.

What do you make of Mr Hunt?

He's a good worker.

Although I've never heard back from any his referees.

How did you find him?

He found us, actually.

Well, I will leave you now, Mrs Hartigan, to rest,

but I will return tomorrow morning at 10am to check on your husband.

Money was at the root of the conflict between Mr Hartigan

and his son. Thank you.

Perhaps that tension overflowed?

Speaking of tension overflowing,

what about Jake?

Yes.

Mrs Hartigan said that he specifically sought work with them.

Why?

We need to find out more about him, with haste! For Brenda's sake.

You mentioned yesterday that you stumbled upon his room.

Yes.

What are you thinking?

I think perhaps we need a combined, tactical foray.

It must be in here somewhere. Oswald, please stop this.

The police couldn't find the clock.

But they searched everyone before they left, so it must still be here.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Father!

Isabel. Hello, Betty.

Thank you for coming.

Not at all. I'll fetch some tea.

And I will just powder my nose.

I know where.

I'm most upset to think that Stan could have done this, Father.

Perhaps he didn't. Let's just say that I'm investigating.

DRAWER SQUEAKS

WHISPERS: I'm doing this for your own good.

I did notice something odd on your son's hand.

Coal dust.

Can you think where that may have come from?

The cellar?

I can't imagine why he was handling coal in the summer.

Neither can I.

And I couldn't help noticing how things rapidly

changed between you yesterday.

I simply gave him what he wanted.

A cheque. May I ask why?

For a quiet life, Father.

He was always so much trouble.

But when all's said and done,

he was still my boy.

Do you need anything, sir?

Oh, no, thank you, Jake.

Oh, yes, Jake, sorry, there is one thing -

you haven't seen Mrs Devine anywhere, have you?

She went to refresh herself and she appears to have gone AWOL.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Hello?

Fancy seeing you here!

What the hell do you think you're doing? Tell me!

Ahh, Mrs Devine, there you are.

Oh!

His name's not Hunt, Father.

It's Jakub Hory...

Horynski.

You're Polish?

Yes.

Why change your name, Jakub?

To reinvent myself.

Because you've done things you're not proud of?

I've been in trouble with the police.

I did what I had to do to survive on the streets of London.

I lost my family when they invaded Warsaw.

I was seven. I'm sorry.

I don't want your pity.

Why choose to come here specifically?

Heard on the grapevine they were looking for staff.

Does Mr Hartigan know you're snooping around his house?

Well, we'll leave you in peace.

Oh, and Father? Mm?

I always intended to tell Brenda myself.

Allow me that dignity.

I can assure you, our lips are sealed.

You what?

Mrs Devine, I thought we agreed...

He's been lying to you.

What else hasn't he told you?

And you found this out by going through his things?

We were trying to protect you.

He has a criminal past.

So do I!

Father Brown gave me a second chance - why can't he have one?

You didn't lie about your identity.

Perhaps you should exercise some caution.

He's a good person, I know it.

What about his temper?

Well, you should have spoke to me about this

rather than going behind my back.

I told them not to say anything.

Thing is...

I've not been that honest with you either.

What do you mean?

I've been inside.

Borstal.

What for?

I stole a dress off a clothing line.

Got two years. Can you forgive me?

That's typical.

It is?

Being punished for something so trivial

when capitalists steal from the people all the time.

Oh.

Hmm.

Father Brown's the only one who gave me a chance.

Not the only one.

None of this matters.

There's only this.

Brenda... Mm? I love you.

No-one's ever said that to me before.

Well? I love you, too!

Can we be honest with each other from now on?

It's the only way.

Then I'm coming with you.

You won't regret it.

We leave in the morning.

Tomorrow?

Yeah, is that a problem?

Well, I'll need to pack and say my goodbyes.

Well, let me rustle you something up to eat first, to celebrate.

Make yourself at home.

Oh, I'll help you pack.

What I keep wondering is why Mr Hartigan, a famously private person,

put the clock on display in the first place.

The only person he seemed pleased to see was Stan.

And Mrs Hartigan said it was good to see Mr Hoskens

"after all this time".

Well, they had a falling out.

Over what?

Betty has no idea.

She said it was just after Lady Harriet died.

So the clock was an olive branch.

DOOR RATTLES

I'm so sorry.

For what?

He did it.

What more proof do you want?

Jake and all his things have disappeared -

hardly the actions of an innocent man!

He killed my son.

Ergo, Stan must be released.

I assure you we will catch Jake Hunt for larceny of the Nightingale

clock, but... There is no but!

But it's been confirmed that the blood on Mr Hoskens'

handkerchief matches your son's blood type.

Therefore I have no option but to charge him with murder.

That is absurd!

And what about my clock?

This clock is to remain as evidence for now.

There's no... Come on, Oswald. Let's get you home.

Thank you.

Perhaps you should know that Mr Hunt's real name is Jakub Horynski.

How did you...? Never mind.

Goodfellow, background checks, now.

Righty-o, sir.

What do you think, Father?

I think that I would like another word with Mr Hoskens.

Oswald Hartigan said he gave his son a cheque.

None was found.

And I do not believe that young Lord Hartigan

was mollified by money alone.

Everything comes back to the Nightingale clock.

He acquired it to lure you back into his orbit.

A sort of apology.

Perhaps because he loves you?

I assure you, nothing you say will go beyond these walls.

Quentin saw us that day.

I shouldn't have come.

No.

I wanted to tell you...

I made a mistake with Betty.

Come here.

Well, well...

Looks like I will have my inheritance after all.

And threatened to blackmail you.

Yes.

Except neither of us could kill anyone.

We met in Normandy.

We bonded over our love of timepieces

and the poetry of Wilfred Owen.

And you fell in love?

But nothing happened.

At least, not until Lady Harriet passed.

Then he panicked.

He refused to see me.

The next I heard he was married to his maid.

That was that.

The clock was significant to you both?

HE LAUGHS

We talked about it endlessly.

A Polish king had it commissioned in the 18th century for his new wife.

I never thought I'd see it in the flesh.

Polish...

Now I wish he hadn't bothered.

It's put me right where I belong.

I don't believe that.

You know what we did.

I make no judgment.

Thank you, Father.

But I'm giving up.

I think we both know I'm headed for the noose.

God hasn't given up on you.

And neither have I, for that matter.

I should have known it was all a lie.

He said I could do things with my life.

All I'm good for is scrubbing floors.

He was right.

You don't have to say that.

We will get your reading up to scratch

and that will open doors for you.

You really mean it?

It's the strangest thing, Father.

Mr Hartigan is remounting the unveiling of the clock.

At 2pm today. You what?

Before it gets locked away as evidence, apparently.

That is odd.

And to announce it in the press...

Well, I won't be there.

I've packed that place in.

Then come as a guest this time.

You really think that's a good idea?

A group outing - splendid!

PHONE RINGS

I'll get it.

St Mary's Presbytery.

Bren?

Are you there?

I hope it's as entertaining as last time!

Hello, Sergeant. It's lovely to see you, Chief Inspector.

Likewise, Mrs Devine.

I wasn't aware that you liked clocks.

Just this particular one.

I must say, I am surprised that you released it.

Only on a temporary basis, Father.

As a bait perhaps, to catch a thief?

We couldn't possibly say.

Sergeant.

What happened to Miss Palmer?

That's ominous.

I'll go look for her.

I thought you'd had enough of clocks.

I want this over and done with.

Preferably without any fatalities this time.

I was surprised to read that the time of the unveiling

had been changed from 1pm to 2pm,

knowing Mr Hartigan's need for schedule and order.

Between us, Father, Oswald's behaviour is getting more erratic.

I would appreciate it if you would keep an eye on him.

Of course.

Excuse me.

You having a nice time?

Have you been with Mr Hunt?

Erm...

Did you let him in?

He won't cause any trouble.

He promised.

He just wants the clock.

Like a fly caught in a web.

I don't want to hurt you. Like you hurt my son?

I'm taking my property now and you'll never see me again.

Your property?

Just like you, Jakub, the clock has been renamed.

I presume it was stolen from your family by the Nazis.

They took everything of value.

My parents just got me on the Kindertransport

before they were arrested.

I later found out they were sent to Auschwitz.

I can't imagine how distressing that must have been.

When I finally tracked down the clock, I discovered you'd

bought it. Taking pleasure in my family's misfortune.

That was never my intention.

It's all I have left of them.

Did you kill Lord Hartigan?

I didn't even know he was there.

I put the clock in the dumbwaiter, sent it downstairs and hid it.

Who killed my son?

Coal dust.

Where from?

I have no idea. I didn't tie it myself.

May I?

You didn't change the time of the unveiling either, did you?

No, no, of course not.

Will you excuse me?

If I leave now, I may just be in time.

Oh!

Only just made it in time.

How did you know?

It was you who changed the time of the unveiling

so you could catch the first of only two trains from Kembleford today,

at 2pm.

The event, proposed by the police,

provided the perfect distraction for your escape.

You won't stop me from getting on this train, Father.

I know why you're running.

Time is running out for you.

You will start to show soon.

The coal on Lord Hartigan's hand.

Odd, in summer.

And more coal - on Mr Hartigan's tie.

I recalled that some women have odd cravings during pregnancy.

And for women who experience symptoms of anaemia,

like your dizzy spell, again, coal.

I can't help it.

I imagine Lord Hartigan wasn't the proud father-to-be.

I thought he loved me.

I can't! Not now.

What the hell have you got this for?

I'm...

I'm in the family way.

The what-y?

We have to leave, both of us. Before it becomes obvious.

Oh, no, no, no...

We'll just say it's Father's. It'll probably look like him.

Quentin, we've never even slept in the same bed.

Ha!

That makes perfect sense.

You married a homosexual.

I've just seen him and Stan cosying up.

What?

So blissfully naive.

You will have to get rid of it.

Never!

Do I really have to take matters into my own hands?

What do you mean?

Well, sadly, accidents can happen so easily.

Quentin, no!

Betty, yes!

THUD

He was going to kill my baby.

Then it's self-defence.

Who's going to see it like that?

I was a maid and he was a lord.

If they don't hang me, they'll take away my baby.

So why frame Mr Hoskens?

I'd just found out he'd been with my husband.

Of course I don't want any harm to come to Stan.

Then do the right thing.

Repent, save your immortal soul.

You be the role model your child needs.

Now, let me get this straight.

Now you are giving him the clock?

The clock is Jake's.

It always was.

So you can uncuff me! I wasn't stealing in the first place.

Oswald.

What's going on?

One moment, please, Chief Inspector.

You know.

Know what?

Please, just be who you really are.

We're all running out of time.

We just realise when it's too late.

I have a confession to make.

Are you sure about this?

He loves me.

As do we.

We really do.

And I've seen how angry Jake can get.

He's had a hard life.

We both lost our parents and made mistakes.

We're the same.

I'm not sure you are.

We just want you to be happy.

Then, please...

..let me go.

I have somewhere to be.

Hear that, Father?

SILENCE

I can't hear anything.

For the first time in a long time, I can hear myself think.

Which, if I'm honest, slightly terrifies me.

Here he is, right on time.

Father!

I can't thank you enough.

Oh, and here - good as new.

I have been a little lost without it.

Thank you.

I will leave you two to get reacquainted.

I think there's a lot for us to catch up on.

I'm still struggling with this.

I can't guarantee that I won't push you away again.

There are no guarantees in life.

I'm willing to take that chance.

No hard feelings, eh?

I'll just be a minute.

He takes his tea with milk and two.

Not too hot.

You will look after him, won't you? I promise.

Won't be the same without you, though.

I'll miss you, too.

And I just wanted to say...

..I've never had a father...

..but you, Father, are the closest thing I've ever had.

It's an honour, Brenda.

Thank you for always believing in me.

We did it.

This beauty is going to put me back where I belong.

Back where?

I was like the Hartigans once.

And after we've been to auction, I will be again.

But, erm,

you said it was all you had left of your family.

They'd want me to sell it.

So you lied to me -

so I'd let you in at the party?

I didn't tell you everything.

Does it really matter?

I think it does matter.

Well, I think you can forgive me.

This will set us both up.

We made a promise to each other.

Brenda, you're being ridiculous!

Let me go of me. You're hurting me!

I'm sorry!

I'd never want to hurt you.

Well, it's too late for that.

Catch!

Brenda!

Brenda!

I love you!

I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

So... So does this mean you're staying?

Just you try and get rid of me!

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