All language subtitles for Father Brown s11e09 The Dead of Night.enng

OWL HOOTS

BELL TOLLS

FOX CRIES

FOX CRIES

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

HE SCREAMS

HE WAILS

You were right!

She is risen!

Ah!

Louisa would've loved them.

Where's Bernard?

You'd think he'd want to help,

but I've barely seen him this week.

He was absent from church
on Sunday, too.

I had hoped that a mass to honour
the memory of Louisa

would give him something
to look forward to.

The first anniversary was always
going to be hard.

I can't imagine losing a child.

CLATTERING

Father Brown!
Ooh!

Janice, you all right?

It's Mr Ross.

He's saying he won't come
to the Mass.

I think he needs help.
Then we must provide it.

Can you do without me, Father?
I ought to check on Edgar.

He's come down with the flu and is
feeling rather sorry for himself.

Of course, Mrs Devine.

Give the Chief Inspector
my best regards!

RATTLING

Mr Ross?

What are you doing here?

I was invited in.

I don't think we've met.

Father Brown.

I'm Gilbert Gallamore.

A friend of the family.

I fear that Bernard is in need
of more than a priest, Father.

Just let us in, Mr Gallamore.

Hmm.

Father,

you shouldn't have come.

Miss Higgins is worried about you.

She says you're having second
thoughts about tomorrow.

I advised him not to attend.

Why?

Because you can't have
a Requiem Mass

for a vampire.

Er... SHE LAUGHS

Well, laugh if you will,

but my research into ancient
Slavic cultures

has all but proven their existence.

Tell them what you saw, Bernard.

Last night, I...

I went to lay flowers
for Louisa.

But when I reached the grave,

I found the soil had been...

..disturbed.

This is a sign that she had not long
risen from its depths!

Could it not simply be the work
of an innocent animal?

You are a sceptic, Father,

forever searching for the rational,

even when faced with evidence
to the contrary.

What evidence do you have?

Well, firstly, there's the girl's
illnesses.

Pains, weakness, vomiting!

Lesions on her skin!

And then she started to blister
in the sunshine!

Which her doctors could
not explain?

Nobody could!

And the mood swings...

Louisa was a happy girl,

but in her final weeks, she was
a different person.

The coroner understood that
your daughter's death

was not a rational act

because she was not in her
right mind.

Which is why the church allowed
a Catholic burial.

It was the work of a vampire passing
through the village,

attracted, no doubt, by Louisa's
youth and beauty.

Mr Ross, surely you don't
believe that?

I see you will not be easily
convinced, Father.

Allow me to show you the garden.

Since Louisa's passing,

dead creatures have been
found in the garden.

Yeah, probably just a cat.

I believe that she has been draining
these animals of their blood

and gaining strength.

And now she's ready to devour
a larger meal.

Did someone call for a vampire
hunter?

Ah, Silas!

Welcome!

I would've come sooner but I've been
abroad.

Ah, yes. How were the Romanian
vampires?

They call them "moroi",
do they not?

Particularly vicious.
Oh, God.

He is joking, right?

This is Silas O'Hagan.

We met last month at a gathering
for like-minded believers.

If there's a vampire in Kembleford,
he'll sniff it out!

We must put protections in place.

And I will of course visit
the grave in question.

I'm not going there again!

Perhaps it might help to visit
the churchyard in daylight?

Then you can see there's
nothing to fear.

Goodfellow,

I need you to step up as
Acting Inspector.

Sir! I'd be honoured, Sir!

Oh, don't get too excited.

I'll be right as rain in a matter
of days.

HE COUGHS Of course, Sir.

There's that fraud case in Wedlock,

but otherwise you shouldn't
have any trouble.

Don't you worry about a thing, Sir.

I'll have it all under control.

Yes!

Ahem!

HE SIGHS

I really ought to go in.

You'll do no such thing!

Come on.
Yes, Isabel.

HE SIGHS Ooh, let me just...

Oh, er, thank you.

HE SNEEZES

Thank you.

I don't understand.

Mm, the soil may have levelled
when Louisa returned.

It raises an interesting question -

how does a vampire remain
a corporeal being

and yet rise through a coffin?

One of the great mysteries
of vampirology.

Oh, Father! My poor niece's grave
was defaced -

and before the Requiem!

I've done my best to put
things in order.

It was real...

Miss Kipley, we're hoping to
get to the bottom of it.

Moles, perhaps?

I don't think we've been introduced.

This is Christine Kipley,
my sister-in-law

and also Kembleford's Sunday
school teacher.

Christine, this is Silas O'Hagan.

Vampire hunter, pleased to meet you.

Vampire?

Oh, not this nonsense again -

I told you to stop, Gilbert!

Is she going to be like this
all evening?

Oh, don't tell me you've invited him
to Louisa's dinner, Bernard.

Gilbert is my friend, Christine.

He's only trying to help.

He's ungodly!

Tonight was supposed to be a quiet
family dinner with the Father

to prepare for the Mass tomorrow.

Now it's going to be some kind of...

..satanic gathering!

Not if I have anything to do
with it, it won't!

I shall stay at home.
No!

You're the only family
I have left.

I need you there.

Mr Ross is right.

Times like these, you need
to stick together.

And who knows, we may find we have
something in common.

BAT SQUEAKS

Louisa loved sunflowers.

She adored nature and wildlife,

which made her illness
all the more cruel

when she could no longer go outside.

I want to believe that...

..she is at peace now.

But I...

To Louisa!
Louisa!

Louisa...

I'd advise you all to do the same.

I doubt Miss Palmer or Mrs Devine
would thank me for that.

So what else repels the undead,
Mr O'Hagan?

Crucifixes, holy water...

We'll be all right at St Mary's,
then.

You mock, Father,

but you ought to pay attention.

It might save your life one day.

Why do you believe in vampires?

Why, I encountered one.

I used to sleepwalk as a child.

One night, I awoke in the garden

and to my horror

I saw something climbing up
the side of the house,

agile as a lizard but in the shape
of a man.

The next morning, my brother failed
to come down to breakfast.

When I went to his bedside,

I saw two wounds just here
upon his neck.

He died a week later.

My mother blamed the
scarlet fever,

but...I knew better.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Your vision -

a night terror, perhaps?

HE CHUCKLES

You sound like my mother.

If I'd have been properly equipped,

my brother might've been spared.

Luckily, I had a stake at the ready
when he returned for me.

Magnificent.

Ash, is it?
Be careful.

That is antique!

Sorry.

Anyone else for a refill?

You've had plenty.
No, thank you.

A vampire seeks out its closest kin
first.

I know from personal experience.

I could stay tonight, keep watch.

If the opportunity arises,

I may be able to rid you of
your problem...

No!

Get off! I told you there's none
left!

Janice?

Are you all right?

It's nothing.

Excuse me.

You need to keep your maids
under control, Bernard.

What have you done, Gilbert?

Nothing, like she said!

Is there really no more wine?

Christine was right.

You've had enough.

And so, in fact, have I.

I think it's time we left you
in peace.

Bernard, promise me you'll be
at the Mass tomorrow?

I... Maybe.

Allow me to walk you home,
Miss Kipley.

I will return in the morning
to ensure Mr Ross

is ready for the Requiem.

And hopefully convince him
that vampires

belong in a film studio,
not in Kembleford.

Thank you, Father.

I cannot be certain yet if Louisa
has been turned.

A vampire's soul is trapped in
flames for an eternity.

Their only release - a stake
through the heart.

Do you wish to risk leaving
her in such torment?

All right.

Stay.

I shall guard the manor tonight.

I'll join you!

At your own peril.

Father?

FLOORBOARD CREAKS

Louisa?

Bad dream?

Go back to your bed.
It's not safe.

I just need a moment.

Good morning, Miss Higgins.

Mr Ross is still sleeping, Father.

Exhausted from the other night,
no doubt.

But you can wait in the
drawing room.

Well, I wonder if they got one?

SHE SCREAMS

In nomine Patris, et Filii,
et Spiritus Sancti.

Father.

I'm given to understand that
congratulations are in order.

Just temporary, Father,

until the Chief Inspector
is recovered.

Looks like a bite...

Yes.

How Gothic!

Straight to the carotid artery,

and yet, no blood.

Could somebody have cleaned up
the scene?

Rather a lot to clean up.

He tried to warn me...

Perhaps we should step outside,
Mr Ross?

And now she's killed him!

We do not yet know the cause
of death.

It doesn't take a genius
to work that out.

And where were you last night, Sir?

I was keeping watch upstairs.

Gilbert took the drawing room.

He must've fallen asleep -
unfortunately for him.

Did you hear anything?
Not a whisper.

That was Louisa's!

Apparently, there's been a murder
at the Ross Manor!

What?

As if they haven't had
enough tragedy.

Er, Edgar, you need to rest!

I just need to...

Urgh! Why's it so bright!?

Goodfellow will handle it.

Oh, here you all are!

I was at St Mary's.

Why are the police here?

Miss Kipley, I'm sorry to tell you
that Mr Gallamore

was murdered last night.

What?
He'd been...

..bitten.
By your niece.

By my...?

Don't you listen to a word of this.

We can rearrange the Requiem.

What did we bury Louisa in?

Her favourite white dress,
satin slippers

and her silver cross.

Are you absolutely sure?

Yes, of course! Why?

Gilbert was right.

My daughter has returned!

Oh, you can't mean that, Bernard!

I need your help.

Please.

I'll do anything!

I telephoned the undertaker,

who confirmed that Miss Ross
was indeed buried

wearing her necklace.

A description of it was noted.

But that's impossible, Father!

Quite.

You don't think it really
could've been...? No.

But Mr Ross does.

We need to find out the truth before
things get completely out of hand.

We?

We've made a good team before,
Inspector.

We have, Father. I suppose the Chief
Inspector needn't know.

But, where to start?

Let us start by talking to someone
with some common sense.

I didn't understand why Mr Gallamore
and Mr Ross were friends.

How did they meet?

Er, they were history professors
at Oxford.

Mr Gallamore was meant
to be clever -

but I thought he talked
complete gibberish!

You were arguing with him
last night.

You sounded very angry.

You won't believe me, but he tried
to touch me.

You saw him, he'd been drinking.

I'm sorry, Miss Higgins.

I never liked him.

Always seemed like a loner.

That's why he spent so much time
here, I suppose.

You're the eyes and ears of
this manor, Miss Higgins.

Did you witness anything
strange last night?

Apart from a man eating raw garlic
at the table? No.

Although, I did see Miss Kipley
sneaking around

Miss Ross' bedroom before dinner.

She was searching the desk.

And then, when she saw me, she took
some paper and left.

How odd.

Can I go?

Mr Ross will be wanting his lunch.

I remember illustrating Bible
stories with you,

Miss Kipley.

I always loved Sunday school.

The children were painting Louisa's
favourite wildlife

to show after the Requiem.

But what can I do for you?

We thought you may be able to help
with our investigation.

I'm glad there is an investigation.

I was beginning to think I was
the only sane person

left in Kembleford!

There will be a plausible
explanation.

What were you doing in Louisa's
bedroom, Miss Kipley?

I...

..like to go in there to
remember my niece.

Bernard has kept it as it was
the day she died.

Miss Higgins said she saw you taking
something from the desk?

I found this.

A letter to Louisa?

From you?

The last letter I sent to her.

I...

I regret its contents now.

Is that why you took it?

I didn't think she'd kept it.

I intended to burn it,

to destroy the harsh words I wrote!

You were very angry with her.

During her final illness,
she withdrew from the church.

S-She wouldn't even pray!

We were all worried about her.

I know she wasn't in her right mind.

I-I should've kept my temper.

Perhaps I could've stopped her.

You mustn't blame yourself,
Miss Kipley.

Well, I won't let the same thing
happen with my brother-in-law.

If only I could speak to him without
that Dracula fellow in the way.

What on earth does he want?

Mr O'Hagan does seem rather
dedicated to his job.

Well, I wish he'd leave
my family alone.

Bernard has been through enough.

He's vulnerable.

And he's wealthy.

Do you think he's being taken
advantage of?

Sprinkle mustard seed on your
rooftop to ward off vampires!

Ten bob for some twigs?

A rose plant, my dear.

Its thorns trap vampires
in their graves.

Hmm, didn't help Mr Gallamore,
did it?

Ooh!

Excuse me.

Er, not you, too?

It's for my stew!

Thank you.

Right.

Mustard seed!

I see the news has spread.

Ah, are you in the market
for some holly, Father?

Hang it in the doorway, keep evil
spirits at bay.

I have plenty growing in
the presbytery garden,

thank you.

You seem to be doing very well
out of this morning's tragedy.

People are wise to protect
themselves.

Looks like a motive from where
we're standing.

Mr Gallamore is dead, the village
is riled

and you're out here making
a nice tidy profit!

That's very cynical, Inspector.

You seem very keen to assist Mr
Ross.

Is he paying you for your services?

Everybody has to make a living...

But shouldn't vampire hunting
be a purely moral duty?

Isn't being a priest a moral duty,
Father?

Or does the church pay you?

I have a dangerous job.

I deserve compensation.

How very convenient that you managed
to bring all your stock

with you to Kembleford.

Nonetheless, you must cease trading
on church grounds.

You never know when you'll
uncover a vampire.

It certainly benefits you
if people believe that.

I do not care whether I am believed,
Inspector.

I care about protecting
people from evil.

There's been strange things
happening in this village

long before I arrived.

How do you explain that?

Get your mustard seed in now!

To keep your strength up!

Ah!

You really are very kind.

Thank you. Right.

HE GASPS

What is that?

Beef, potatoes...and garlic.

Moles, is it, Father?

I don't know, Mr Ross.

But it's not your daughter.

HE SIGHS AND LAUGHS

I wonder what Elsie would
make of all this?

I have no doubt that she would be
worried about you.

You know, it's over two decades
since I lost my wife.

Yet sometimes I still forget
she's gone.

She died when Louisa was a baby.

A seizure, out of the blue.

The doctors couldn't
explain that either.

It must've been a terrible shock.

You have suffered a great deal.

Er, when Louisa first fell ill,
she was so positive.

She believed that God would
help her get better.

Then, suddenly, everything changed.

Do you know why?

She pushed me away.

Wouldn't speak to me.

Stayed in her room, writing.
Writing?

In her diary.

She always kept one.

Have you read it?
Of course not!

It was private.

May I?

If we knew more about Miss Ross'
final weeks,

it would help us to understand
her illness,

what caused her symptoms.

We know what caused her symptoms.

Mr Ross...
Protect yourself, Father.

My daughter is down there,
cursed and transformed.

Until something is done,
we're all in danger.

I've telephoned Lady Felicia's
personal physician

and kindly offered to do
some research

into Miss Ross' symptoms.

If only we could read her diary...

Do you think that would help find
out what happened to Louisa?

I hope so.

We need some answers quickly

if we are to bring Mr Ross
to his senses.

HE SNIFFS
Mm, smells delicious, Mrs Devine.

SHE SIGHS

Ah! That's for Edgar.

Baked in my oven.

Between organising your diary
and nursing Edgar,

I've not been home!

He couldn't manage my garlicky stew

so I thought I'd try
something sweet.

Oh, sounds like you need to douse
him in holy water, Father!

Don't be silly, Brenda!

PHONE RINGS

Make yourself useful and check
the cake is done.

We're still awaiting
the postmortem,

but I'm hoping that'll
clear things up.

I still don't understand how there
was no blood spilled.

What if the wounds to Mr Gallamore's
neck were made after he died?

If the heart had stopped pumping,
there'd be no blood.

Of course!

Someone killed Mr Gallamore

and then made it look like
a vampire attack.

It was Edgar.

He doesn't sound at all well.

Oh, dear.

I might have accidentally mentioned
you were here, Inspector.

Now he wants to see you.

Oh, dear.
You could tell him we have a theory!

Perhaps I might not mention you
just yet, Father.

Understandable.

I'll go with you.

I don't vant cake,

I vant blood!
Stop it, Brenda!

A vampire cannot enter
a place of worship,

but I fear Louisa has tried.

Perhaps she wished to
sabotage the Mass?

That could belong to anyone.

As could the footprints.

You could be in danger, Father.

I cannot think of any reason why
Miss Ross would target me.

However, I have been wondering
why Mr Gallamore

was the chosen victim.

Not you, for example.

If Louisa spent time with
Gilbert in life,

perhaps she wished to continue
that relationship in death?

What do you mean?

Well, according to Bernard,

Gallamore and Louisa were close.

I overheard him questioning Gilbert
about it last night after dinner.

He sounded very angry.

Well,

perhaps after witnessing
the behaviour

towards Miss Higgins,

Mr Ross was fearful that
Mr Gallamore

had behaved in the same way
with his daughter?

I knew he was trouble!

I know this sounds ridiculous,
but what if it isn't flu?

Oh, you don't mean...?

No, I don't.

Do I?

Just in case.

Edgar?

Ah!

No reflection!
Isabel? What is it?

What in the name of...?!

Edgar!

Gosh, I'm so sorry!

I don't know what came over me!

It must be all the talk of vampires!

Has everyone gone completely mad?

Goodfellow, you need to find
the culprit

and put a stop to this nonsense!

Well, we think we're getting closer,
Sir!

"We?"

Tell that priest to keep
his nose out!

Now, Father Brown is only
trying to help!

I know, Isabel, but this
is police business.

What's the latest with the fraud
case in Wedlock?

It's just I've been a bit busy
with the murder, Sir.

Sergeant, being an Inspector
means juggling cases.

Crime doesn't just stop
because you're busy!

Yeah. I'm sorry, Sir.

If you can't do the job properly,
I'll find...

No, sir! I can, I promise!

In fact, I'm heading back to the
station right now, sir.

Cake?

I argued with Gilbert.

After his behaviour towards Janice,
I wondered about his intentions

towards my daughter.

You trusted Mr Gallamore.

He was your friend.

Were you angry?

I was.

Angry enough to kill him?

Of course not!

Your daughter's diary may contain
clues about what's been happening.

We have to find out the truth,
Bernard,

or you will never find any peace.

"Mrs Bradley of Wedlock accuses
Mr Vivian Horton

"of obtaining funds from
her life savings.

"Mrs Bradley believed that Mr Horton
was able to communicate

"with her late father from beyond
the grave."

First vampires, now ghosts.

Whatever next?

Vivian Horton.

Of course!

Bernard, your daughter
will rise again.

You could be her next target.

What if...

..she isn't a vampire?

That priest is getting
into your head.

Look at the evidence!

What about Gilbert?

What about Louisa's necklace?
I can't explain it.

But still, I have to be sure!

I am sure!

I will stay tonight,

awaiting Louisa's arrival.

Then I will rid Kembleford of its
monster...

..and release your daughter.

You really can do it?

Yes.

There will be a fee, of course.

Let's say �400.

Not much for the sake of a soul.

Mr Ross?
It's all right, Janice.

I'm going for a walk.

It's not safe!

It's almost sundown!

I know.

But I have to be sure.

BELL RINGS

Miss Ross and Mr Gallamore
became friends

because he provided her with what
she needed most -

answers.

He told her a vampire caused
her illness.

At first, she didn't believe him,

but as her symptoms worsened...

Uh!

It is getting worse.

Can I really be the victim
of a vampire?

I fear the change is nearly
upon you.

You have to help me, Gilbert!

There must be something you can do?

Do not leave this room.

Please!

Do not tell my father!

VOICEOVER: I feel as
if I am going mad.

I am so frightened.

Why didn't she speak to anyone else?

Mr Gallamore told her
she was cursed.

She felt ashamed.

So, as her health declined and
her paranoia increased,

she moved away from her family
and from the church.

Until, finally, she could
no longer cope.

Poor Louisa.

PHONE RINGS

And the lesions typically
first occur

on the hands and the face?

Thank you, Doctor.

That is very helpful.

Goodbye.

Ah!

Er, Father, you'd better get
to the churchyard now!

No, Mr Ross! Please! Please don't!

Please! Please, Mr Ross! No!
Mr Ross!

Stop!

You are about to commit
a terrible crime.

Think about what you are doing.

I must know if my daughter
is truly a vampire!

There is no such thing.

Bernard, please!

Arrest that man!

You're a fraud, Mr O'Hagan.

Or should I call you Mr Horton?

And you've been causing havoc in the
area for months now.

What are you saying?

He goes by many guises -

palm reader, ghost hunter.

Last week, he was a psychic medium
in Wedlock

under the name of Vivian Horton.

And it was that scar that made me
realise the connection.

I was fighting vampires in Romania!

You were hit over the head with
a crystal vase by Mrs Bradley

when she caught you going
through her purse.

That's when she realised you'd sold
her a load of old nonsense!

Where's your proof?

'Ere!

You use spiritualism and the occult
to manipulate

your grieving victims.

When Mr Gallamore told you
about the Ross family,

you saw the perfect opportunity to
terrify them

until they would pay anything
to make it stop.

The postmortem results are back.

You were right, Father.

He was suffocated.

And the wounds on his neck were
inflicted after his death

with a needle.

Or a brooch.

Fine!

But Gilbert was already dead
when I found him!

I don't understand.

It isn't real?

Of course not, you old fool.

If people weren't so gullible,
it wouldn't be so easy!

You're a piece of work!

You don't really believe
in vampires, Mr O'Hagan,

but in many ways you are one -

feeding off fear for your own
personal gain.

But what about Louisa's illness?

I have spoken to a doctor who
believes that your daughter

suffered from a rare condition -

hereditary coproporphyria.

It causes pain, depression,
mood swings,

and in some cases, sensitivity
to sunlight.

They also believe that it
causes seizures

and that your wife may have been
a sufferer also. But...

Oh!

..why couldn't anyone tell me?

Because it has only recently been
identified

in this month's British Medical
Journal.

Mr O'Hagan, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of the murder

of Gilbert Gallamore.
Wait a minute, murder?

I didn't murder anyone!
Er, Inspector.

Miss Kipley, may we talk?

In church, perhaps?

You're wearing the same
necklace as your niece.

The cross that Louisa is wearing
belonged to her mother, Elsie,

my dear sister.

Our mother gifted us both
matching necklaces.

You didn't notice that your necklace
was missing?

I normally wear it under my dress.

I think you discovered your niece's
diary in her bedroom last night.

You read her last words...

..and you felt her fear.

Gilbert Gallamore is the reason
Louisa took her own life.

And Louisa's condition caused
depression and paranoia,

which must have influenced
her behaviour.

Gilbert put those evil
ideas into her head.

He terrified her.

I couldn't bear to think how
she must've felt

in those final days.

Louisa died afraid.

And so will you!

You were as shocked as anybody
to find out that

Mr Gallamore had been bitten
by a vampire.

But of course, that was Mr O'Hagan's
doing.

For a moment,

I thought Louisa really
had returned.

Then I realised she's never
coming back.

Miss Kipley, you have suffered
a terrible loss.

But it does not give you the right
to take a life.

Why don't I feel remorse, Father?

What would you tell your Sunday
school pupils?

"Be not overcome by evil...

"..but overcome evil by good."

Romans, 12:21.

I can still recall my Bible verses
because of you, Miss Kipley.

You've done a lot of good
here in Kembleford.

I let you down, Daniel.

Yes, you have.

But I can try to forgive.

And God will forgive,
if you let Him.

Will you hear my confession?

BELL TOLLS

You're looking much improved,
Chief Inspector!

Thanks to Mrs Devine.

Oh, and you're out in daylight!

Yes. I'm somewhat relieved this
vampire hysteria is over.

Me, too.

Sergeant, congratulations
on cracking the case.

Than you, Sir. I think the Father
deserves some credit as well.

We made an excellent team.

Mm, let's not make a habit of it.

To tell the truth, Father, I'm glad
to be handing back the reins.

I think I prefer the quieter life.

I don't blame you.

Welcome.

Do you think he's not coming?

No.

Mr Ross. Miss Higgins.

We have offered up the sacrifice
of the Mass

for Louisa Ross

and performed the absolutions.

She was a truly joyful
young woman -

warm, generous, and a wonderful
friend to many here.

We cannot erase what has happened.

But we can remember her
in happier times.

Salve, Regina

Mater misericordiae

ALL: Vita, dulcedo

Et spes nostra, salve

Ad te clamamus

Exsules filii Hevae

Ad te suspiramus

Gementes et flentes

In hac lacrimarum valle.