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Enjoying the match, Inspector?

Inspector Mallory!

Padre. What do YOU want?

We were just pondering your sudden
interest in bowls.

Are you undercover?

My secondment's up,
and red tape dictates

I have to apply for my own job.

It's at this point you say,
"Surely a formality?"

But for the part when asked to
describe my involvement

in the local community,

preferably something that didn't
involve bell ringing, rambling,

children or any other form
of undue exertion...

And the thing about bowls is...

..nothing... ever... happens.

HE GASPS

My husband, Eric, our chairman.

Hello there.
Men's skip Roger Frobisher

and his doubles partner,
Shirley Kreiger.

Excuse me, Christina.

And I think you know our treasurer,
Mrs McCarthy.

Inspector, I didn't know
you liked bowls!

I thought it time I got more
involved in the local community.

Hear, hear. Welcome on board.

Do you have any experience?

None whatsoever.

We welcome all new members
from novice to advanced.

Advanced being preferable, however.

I'm afraid Roger is always
this literal.

For the time being,
I'm happy just to watch and learn.

Mainly watch.
That's the spirit.

So, let's get you shown around
pronto before the opposition arrive.

I say! Who is THAT?!

MAN SIGHS

My brother Alec.
Visiting for the weekend.

You never told me you had a brother.

Doubtless because we're
more like Cain and Abel

than Romulus and Remus.

MISS Shirley Krieger.

Do you like bowls, Mr Frobisher?

Alec. It just got more interesting.

You're not at all like Roger.

I can't believe
the two of you are brothers!

APPLAUSE

Eric Worcester.
And you must be Roger's brother.

That's a very English name
for a Pole.

Anglicised the minute
I set foot on Blighty.

Didn't want to sound
like Johnny Foreigner.

That was in '48 in the Polish
resettlement.

Now my husband is more English
than John Bull.

Auschwitz?

Przepraszam.

Oh! You speak Polish?

I was with the 11th Armoured
when we liberated Bergen-Belsen.

"I'm sorry" were
the first words I learned in Polish.

No others needed, except for...

Pomszcze cie.
I shall avenge you.

Gandhi said, "An eye for an eye will
make the whole world blind."

Blessed are the merciful
for they shall obtain mercy.

I choose to live in the warmth
of the present rather than

dwell in the cold of the past.

The English have a saying.
Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Revenge is the Lord's.
He will repay.

And if there is no God?
No Day of Judgment?

Then human justice is all
that's left.

Excuse me.

Don't be taken in by him.

You are strange, Roger.
Whatever do you mean?

What I said.

I trust you're glad you came.
I am indeed.

Sausage roll?

Oh.

Please don't near me -
you know what it does to my chest.

I could do with stretching my legs.

There's a fine view
from the back of the clubhouse.

I could show you.
What could be more delightful?

You haven't told me
what line of work you're in.

Pen pushing, in the main.
I'd much rather talk about you.

Enjoying the game, Inspector?

Inspector Mallory!

Padre, what do YOU want?

We were just pondering
your sudden interest in bowls.

Are you undercover? My secondment's
up, and red tape dictates

I have to apply for my own job.

WOMAN SCREAMS

This is a crime scene!
Please move away.

I didn't know
you were into bowls, sir.

Don't you start.
Deceased's name is Alec Frobisher.

Garrotted with a thin ligature
sometime between 4 and 4.30pm,

when the place
was like Piccadilly Circus.

Anyone could have slipped away
and done it.

Plenty of suspects, then.

A veritable cornucopia.
Kembleford versus Little Haydock.

More than a dozen players
plus a dozen spectators.

Everything all right, sir?

Deputy Commander. Scotland Yard?

A dead big cheese.
That's all we need.

Alec Frobisher's file, sir. CID,

until the war, when he served
as Captain in the 11th Armoured
Division.

After Armistice, he transferred
to the Military Police

attached to the War
Crimes Commission in Nuremberg till

discharge in 1948, when he joined
Scotland Yard as Deputy Commander.

Don't I know it. Top brass are
all over us like a rash

and thus far we've got
sweet Fanny Arkwright to go on.

Anything in the postmortem, sir?

"Posteriorly the ligature marks
appear complex, consistent

"with the effective application
of a garrotte or Spanish Windlass,"

ie the killer knew what
they were doing.

Trained or with a lucky knowledge
of anatomy.

As for the murder weapon...

Fibres in the wound match the type
found in one of these,

which hardly narrows our options.

Someone ex-military, perhaps?
Or a professional kill?

I mean, he was ex-CID.

He must have collected
a few enemies.

Statistics, however, tell us the
perpetrator is usually someone

found closer to home.

He seemed to take his brother's
death remarkably calmly.

Maybe he and I should...

You need to sort out your front
desk. Mickey Mouse out there

didn't know me from Adam.

And you are?

DI Ironside from HQ.

You didn't get the memo?

Clearly not.

You've managed to get yourselves
a very important corpse.

I've been sent to relieve you
of the case.

On what grounds?

On the grounds that the
investigating officer is,

A, a witness, B, technically a
suspect and, C, we can't afford

any conflict of interest which may
jeopardise a conviction.

Not a moment too soon.

Well, as this appears to be
the investigation office,

you won't mind if I commandeer it.

This is MY office.

I should explain, I'm no
longer on the case.

I'm here in a private capacity
to offer my condolences

to a fellow club member.

As you can see,
I am awash with condolences.

You may as well join the throng.

Were you and your brother close?

I hadn't seen hide nor hair of him
in years.

Until this weekend.

So his visit was... unusual?

He had come here to sign some papers
regarding our late father's will.

Although affairs that will be
much simpler now.

Now?

Well, now I am the sole beneficiary.

Honestly, Roger, why don't you come
right out and say you murdered him?

He's a policeman, remember?

Off duty.

We weren't close, but being his only
surviving relative,

his recent demise has left me
feeling...

..unexpectedly alone.

I was the only member of my family
to survive the camp.

I know that emptiness.

And then I met Eric.

Swept a fair damsel off her feet.

Brought me here for a new life.

I discovered it only takes
two people to make a family.

Ah, my communicants await.

Do excuse me.

What are you up to, Padre?

I thought you were off the case.

I won't let some pompous air bag
from HQ steal MY thunder.

So if you have any information,
I trust you'll share it.

IF I have any information,
I will do just that.

Talk of the devil!

I was just saying to Goodfellow,

word at HQ is you've got yourself
a pet priest.

We'd describe him
more as a thorn in the side.

Isn't that right, Sergeant?

Father Brown rather goes with
the furniture round here, sir.

Not when I'm in charge.

And what makes you think
there's a vacancy?

I hear you're headed back north and
the inspector's job is up for grabs.

You've heard wrong.
I've decided to reapply.

Like I said. Up for grabs.

What can I do for you, Father? Ah,
good morning, Sergeant Goodfellow.

May I speak with Inspector Ironside?

I think I have some information
on the Frobisher case.

Father Brown would like a word
about the Frobisher case, sir.

I believe I have pertinent
information...

Let's start as we mean to go on.

Unlike OTHERS,

I'm capable of doing my job without
the help of the local Miss Marple.

And you should know better.

Now, get him out, and leave
the detecting to me. Sir.

I'll have you know, flower arranging
was one of the few things

I excelled at in finishing school.
Along with skiing.

And getting expelled.

Where is he?

HE has a name.
I believe the Padre has information.

But as you're here, Miss Windermere,
perhaps YOU can enlighten me.

I assume it has something
to do with yesterday's antics?

I thought you were off the case.

Off the case and out of here,
if my replacement solves it first.

Oh, surely not.

Wile E Coyote has his eye on my job.

The thing is...
we seem to have taken seed here.

The missus has joined the WI,

John's out climbing trees
with the Cubs

and the air's done wonders
for Janet's chest after her TB.

Bless the child.

And my golf handicap is down to 19.

I wish you wouldn't do that.

Am I to understand
that YOU are asking for our help?

The day before the match,

Miss Windermere volunteered to help
me deliver the parish magazines.

I can assure you, there was
nothing voluntary about it.

Will you come
and watch the match tomorrow?

Bowls is hardly my cup of tea.

Although I would have been curious
to meet the mysterious Shirley.

There is nothing mysterious about
Shirley. She's my doubles partner.

Well, then, the mystery is why her
name crops up so very frequently.

Don't pray tell
my big bro has finally shown

an interest in the opposite sex.

Ah, Roger, there you are.
Oh, and this must be your brother.

I heard you were visiting.

Parish magazine? You can see the
delights Kembleford has to offer.

I trust you will be attending
our bowls semifinals?

Bowls is hardly my brother's
cup of tea.

I think I will come, after all.

Well, I'm sure you won't regret it.

Now, Roger, tell me
about your dark desires.

Not as intense as usual...

He was talking about his roses!

So he changed his mind
about going to a bowls match?

We hadn't finished.

I saw him scribble something
in his notebook...

..then tear out a page
from the parish magazine.

He pocketed it
and then disposed of the rest.

I can hardly blame him.

And where is it now?

A witness statement which describes
you as running from the crime scene

"in a tizzy" shortly before the body
was discovered.

Would you care to explain?

I wouldn't. No.

It's not a request, madam.

Miss. So, unless you'd rather
do this down at the station?

I took Alec to see the view
at the back of the clubhouse.

And we were chatting - perfectly
pleasantly, I thought - when he...

You take your time, miss.

..made inappropriate advances.

Sexual advances?
And what did you do?

I was upset, naturally,
and resisted.

Naturally.

Then I returned to the game.

Now, if you've quite finished
with this intrusive

line of questioning,
I'm due for work.

I'm Theatre Sister
at the cottage hospital

and my shift starts at 11.

Far be it from me
to keep the sick waiting.

A theatre nurse.
I'll bet she knows her anatomy.

Why did you lie?

It's obvious Alec
wouldn't find you attractive.

If you're just going to insult me...

I'm not insulting you.

I know what Alec was like.

And why you'd baulk
at admitting the truth.

You want to know the truth?

Very well.

It is indeed a lovely view.

Perhaps you'll be tempted back
to Kembleford.

As it turns out, far more
interesting than I imagined.

I'm often in London.

Perhaps we could meet for lunch
in an exhibition?

I fear you've mistaken social
niceties for... something else.

But you implied...

You inferred.

To be clear,

I have no interest in forming
any further attachment with you.

Oh!

SHE SOBS

Right then, I'm going to get dressed
and get to work.

CLOCK CHIMES

You think one of them sent him
haring off to a bowls match?

Well, except for his own brother,
Roger, obviously.

This note and page weren't found
on his body or in his possession,

so what did he do with them?

We think he posted them.

And you know this how?

He missed the last collection,
but the Post Office is open

until five o'clock, and Vera Clam is
the most terrible gossip.

That's quite enough from you, madam.

I never uttered a word.
Yes, but I know that look.

Anyway, Vera distinctly remembers
Alec coming in, buying a stamp

and handing a letter in
at the counter.

It's a shame she doesn't remember
where it was going.

Because it isn't often she receives
a letter to... the War Office.

You HAVE been busy, and now
I suppose you're going to tell me

what was in this letter.

We were hoping YOU could help us
with that.

"H, long time, no see.

"Out of loop.

"Sending you for ID.

"S blank E, space... Teufel.

"See Teufel
finally brought to justice."

So, who's this Teufel?

It's German for "devil". "See
devil finally brought to justice."

Oh!

A German devil
of interest to the War Office.

Something to share, Inspector?

Before Scotland Yard, Alec Frobisher
was attached

to the War Crimes Commission
in Nuremberg.

Oh, a Nazi hunter, how thrilling!

In which case, only one person
fits the bill.

He was in the Polish Free Army.

We only have his word for that.
Perhaps he and I should HAVE a word.

He is the local dentist.
His wife teaches catechism class!

You can't just barge in
and accuse upstanding members

of the community of war crimes.

Drop it into conversation
and see his reaction.

It's an old coppers' trick.

Have you forgotten
you're off the case, Inspector?

Which is why you're coming with me.

I'm sure you can find us a pretext.

I'd be happy to help.

The Padre thought a wreath would be
an appropriate gesture. Ah.

Rum business. Ten bob do you?

A policeman, you know.

Maybe some criminal lowlife
with a score to settle.

Prior to Scotland Yard,

he was with the War Crimes
Investigation Unit in Nuremburg.

I believe the common parlance
is Nazi hunter.

That figures. Criminals or Nazis -

it's all the same line of work.

Maybe this lowlife
was a war criminal?

In Kembleford?
That WOULD be a thing.

Forgive me,
but that scar on your arm?

Oh...

This? Just an old shrapnel wound.

Only...
it looks like a burn scar.

I'm not sure of the point
of your question.

He's not the only one.

Well, the SS had their blood group

tattooed on the inner arm.

After the war for fear of reprisal,
many had it removed.

Often by burning.

You must tell them the truth, Eric.

KNOCK AT DOOR
Yes?

Those criminal records checks, sir,
threw up a result.

Let's bring 'em in, Sergeant.

Sir.

When the Nazis invaded our country,
I was designated Volksdeutsche...

Pure German.

Only by ancestry.
I was born a Pole and a patriot.

Still, they gave me Hobson's choice.

Conscription in the SS or execution.

You admit you were in the SS?

Only a foot soldier.
Cannon fodder for the Eastern Front.

When I was captured,
the British gave me another choice.

Sit out the war a prisoner,
or fight for my country.

The Polish medal of valour
on his chest. That's the truth.

I-I-I killed, like any soldier.

Under orders,
in the heat of battle.

I swear to God, I never killed in
cold blood or was party to atrocity.

Why would this man be interested
in Eric?

Oh, where are your pills?

You shouldn't have come here.
Raking up the past.

Go now,
before you do any more damage.

Thank you.

She's right. Why would Alec
Frobisher be hunting a foot soldier?

You know your problem, Padre?
You're too trusting.

Always wanting to see
the best in people.

What do we really know about
the man,

except for the fact Eric Worcester
isn't his real name?

My practice is ruined. They will
cross the street to avoid me.

Or maybe they will understand.

Not everyone is as forgiving as you.

Alone we have survived far worse.
Together we can survive anything.

You still believe in me?

You know I do.

In 1938, while working
as a book-keeper in Lewisham,

you committed embezzlement

and received a six-month sentence
in Holloway.

I only borrowed the money.

They all say that.

I was behind with my rent.

They found out before I could pay it
back.

They decided to make an example
of me.

During the war, you volunteered for
the Queen Alexandra Nursing Corps.

When asked the question,

"Have you ever been convicted of a
criminal offence?" you ticked "no".

I lied so I could serve my country.

At the time of your conviction, Alec
Frobisher was with Lewisham CID.

Did you come across each other?

Of course not.

I think he recognised
a convicted felon

and, fearing exposure,
you panicked and killed him.

No!

War Office Records. Polish section.

Thank you for your assistance.

PHONE RINGS
Kembleford Police.
..Mrs Worcester, try and stay calm.

Have you touched the body?

Don't disturb anything, and I'll get
someone there as soon as possible.

He said he was going
to mow the lawn,

so I took the dogs
for a walk in the woods...

And when I got back...

"I killed Frobisher.
To spare my wife further suffering.

"May God have mercy on me."

This isn't the man I knew.

He deceived us all.

I'm afraid I can't move the body
until the police surgeon

has examined him.

What are YOU doing here?

Solving your case, it seems.
Frobisher's murderer.

It's a long story,
but I'll be sure to fill you in.

I'll take it from here.

I attended a call on a suicide.

I think you'll find
it's my jurisdiction.

Pertaining to a case on which
I am Investigating Officer.

Your presence is extraneous
to requirements.

I'm so sorry.

And you can take him with you!

I need to do my job, like you.

Are you still here?

..and a whisky chaser.
Make it a double.

The road to ruin.

I'm ruined already.

Ironside stole my collar.

Job's as good as his.

Eric Worcester did not write
that suicide note.

And you know this because?

He's a bell ringer.

It's like a fog has lifted...!

Certain letters in the note were
less heavily inked.

As, Gs, Rs, Ws.

Which would point
to a weakness in the left hand.

So? At bell ringing practice
last night,

Eric's grip was in fine fettle.

They come from the same hand.

Did you kill your husband?

I loved Eric.

The man you thought he was,
not the man Alec Frobisher hunted.

After you and the Father left,
I saw the fear in his eyes.

He knew he was discovered.

And I realised
the man who shared my bed

was no different from those who
slaughtered my family like cattle.

You still believe in me?

You know I do.

I drugged him before shooting him.

It was a better death
than he deserved.

You could have come to the police.

Let him hang for his crimes.

Give him time to repent?
My way is far crueller.

He died unshriven,
without opportunity to atone.

And will burn in hell
for all eternity.

If it were up to me,

you'd go unpunished
for your vengeance.

You'd be willing to say nothing?

I've cooked sandwiches

and delivered magazines
and flower arranged...

But this is a step too far!

Your aunt was District Commissioner.

Attending jamborees and handing out
prizes in a well-tailored uniform

is a far cry from being Assistant
Akela to the 2nd Kembleford.

You might get something out of it.

Out of being in charge of a pack
of feral male children?!

They are good boys.

Not after I'VE been near them.
I will teach them rugby songs

and how to smoke cigarettes,
and I'll give them whisky.

A little... she-devil,
that's what you are!

Never assume, Brown.

No, sir.

Inspector!

I'm a step ahead of you, Padre.
SHE wrote the suicide note.

Poor soul discovered
she married a monster

and then, I'm sorry to say,
she killed him.

I'm sorry to keep you.
I wasn't sure what I'd need.

My advice is tell the truth.

Manslaughter on the grounds
of diminished responsibility.

After what you suffered at the likes
of him,

there isn't a jury in the land
that would convict you.

I wouldn't be so sure.

You killed Alec Frobisher too,
didn't you?

And I fear that was just the start.

The start of what?

GUN COCKS

Are you going to enlighten me?

Alec's devil was a woman. "Sie
Teufel" - German for "she-devil".

No talking.

I don't know about you, but I'm
not liking the look of those spades.

Stop!

Dig.

If I'm about to dig my own grave,

the least I deserve is the courtesy
of an explanation.

The tattoo was a masterstroke.

People are blind.
They never look beyond the obvious.

She wasn't even in Auschwitz?!

I think she was.

But not a prisoner.

When we knew the Soviets are coming,

I had an inmate do it
as... insurance.

From perpetrator to victim
in a few strokes of ink.

Just another survivor of the camps.

One of the dispossessed for whom
no explanation was necessary.

Until Alec Frobisher recognised you
as a wanted criminal.

He was arrogant.
Couldn't resist letting me know.

The English have a saying.
Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Revenge is the Lord's.
He will repay.

And if there is no God?
No Day of Judgment?

Then human justice
is all that's left to us.

It was risky
but I had nothing to lose.

Might as well be hanged for a sheep
as a lamb, as Eric would say.

Did he know what he was married to?

Eric was a fool.

A lovable one,
but a fool nonetheless.

It didn't stop you murdering him.

You deduced Frobisher
was on someone's trail

and Eric's past made him expedient.

It's regrettable.
We were happy here.

You ARE capable of remorse.
There is hope for your soul yet.

You've had your explanation.
Now dig.

It was hideous, Roger.

You shouldn't have lied about Alec.
It made you look guilty.

It was that or admit humiliation
to all and sundry.

Scratch the surface,

and Alec had a cruel streak
which he usually reserved for me.

And in this case someone cl...

..close to me.

I'd hardly say we were close.

Well, given the disproportionate
amount of our free time

we spend together.

It would have amused him to reel
you in and then throw you back.

No stopping. So shoot me!

I'll be dead,
and you can dig your own damn hole.

At least let a man have
a last smoke.

Do you really think
you'll get away with this?

I doubt even your police are THAT
incompetent.

But by the time they find you,
I'll be long gone.

How many did you kill?
Hundreds? Thousands?

Protecting the homeland
from its internal enemies.

Your enemies were women and
children, the sick and the infirm?

Burdens on the Fatherland.

The fight against those in the camps
was as important for the Reich

as the battles at the front.

You still hide evil behind ideology.

The victor will always be the judge
and the vanquished the accused.

There is only one judge
that you need -

fear!
BIRDS FLAP

SHE GROANS
Run!

I AM running!

Did you have a better plan?! I only
said I thought it was foolhardy!

What would you have done?

Pray for the wrath of Jehovah
to strike her down?!

Inspector Mallory?
Inspector Mallory? On your feet.

We have to get away from here.
Leave me.

Well, that wouldn't be
very comradely, would it?

We are not and never have been
comrades.

Now, go before she gets here
and kills us both.

I'm afraid he missed his chance.
On your knees.

On your knees!

Just promise me there's a hell
and she will burn in it.

There is no mercy for those
who reject His grace.

I pity and fear for you
in equal measure.

Ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc,
et in hora mortis nostrae.

She's dead.

BIRDS CALL

So, she was about to shoot you,
Father Brown started ranting

in Latin... At which point
she dropped down dead.

Are you sure you want
that on record, sir?

I'm just telling it how it happened.

Yes, but put like that, it sounds
rather like Father Brown

called on God to strike her down

and, well, he obliged.

I wouldn't put anything past him.

Cyanide poisoning.

It seems the tattoo
wasn't the only insurance

she took against capture - she had a
false tooth fitted with a cyanide

capsule inside and it broke when
she fell. The poison leaked out.

I told you there'd be
a rational explanation.

Well, according to the War Office,
her real name was Gerda Frick.

Former SS Oberaufseherin
at Auschwitz.

Wanted for murder and crimes, and
atrocities against the laws

of humanity. Then isn't it a shame
you allowed her to evade justice?

She died without making her peace
with God,

so she faces the most dreadful
justice of all.

I believe the statutory sentence is
eternal life in the fires of hell.

Seems you got lucky.

There was nothing lucky about it.
Just good old-fashioned police work.

That's exactly what the Chief
Constable said when he phoned, sir.

Oh, and he mentioned he hadn't
received your reapplication,

but wanted to reassure you
it's purely a formality.

Thank you, Goodfellow.

Are you still here?

Did the Chief Constable really
say that?

I may have read
between the lines a bit,

but I'm sure that's roughly
the gist, sir.

It's good to know you've got
my back, Sergeant.

Well, as they say, sir,
better the devil you know.

I was thinking on what you said.

And for two people who spend as much
time together as you claim...

I calculate it averages
at 11.5 hours per week,

which, over a year...
Yes, thank you, Roger.

Apropos on which it struck me

that we never meet anywhere else
but... here.

There's a new Arthur Miller on
in London if you'd like to see it?

With YOU?

Yes, Roger, with me.

I have a great affinity
for Arthur Miller, as it happens.

I should inform you in advance

that I have a criminal record.

It seems we'll have a lot more to
talk about

than just theatre and bowls.

Not playing today, Inspector?

Sadly, as it happens,
I only came to offer my resignation.

A sudden outburst of tennis elbow.
Isn't that right, Inspector?

And with you so keen to get involved
in the local community.

Bell ringing's out of the question
too, before you suggest it.

Oh, I'm sure Mrs M can find you
a vacancy.

She's very good at getting people
involved.

Come to think of it, the Cubs have
just lost their assistant Akela.

I hardly think...
Oh, don't vex about your elbow.

It's the legs you need worry about.

They are a lively bunch, but I
expect you know that from John.

Oh, and a whistle is provided.

Mrs McCarthy, your wood.

Oh, that's me.

I'll be sure to tell Akela to expect
you Wednesday evening.

Seven o'clock sharp at the village
hall.

BOTH: Dyb, dyb, dyb.