All language subtitles for Father Brown S02E10 The Laws of Motion.DVDRip.NonHI.en.BBC

ENGINE RUMBLES

Three, two, one...

Go!

TYRES SCREECH

Three, two, one...

Go!

When you said
"Let's go to the races",

I thought you meant the horses!

I meant horsepower!

CHEERING

Ah! MG Bellevue Special.
1935.180 brake horsepower.

What a beauty!

Father Brown, thank you
all so much for coming.

I never had you pegged
as a motoring enthusiast?

Oh, I'm not, but the Earl's
been called away on business

so I've taken over
hosting duties.

Oh, well, that would
account for the champagne.

Well, as long as none of
the drivers are partaking.

I don't want to make
any arrests on my day off.

Inspector, you have
my word. Hand on heart.

'27!

'28. The Terror. 1496cc.
Methanol-driven and supercharged.

Wouldn't mind
having a whirl in that.

What is it about cars that
turns grown men into little boys?

Audrey. It's been far too long.

Felicia, darling! So
lovely to see you!

Audrey MacMurray-property
magnate, racing track owner,

philanthropist, daredevil...
Have I missed something out?

Ruthless businesswoman.

You're the one who donated to St
Silvia's Orphanage last Christmas.

A rare moment of weakness.

For which I know the
children are very grateful.

They're more than welcome.

- Audrey MacMurray?
- Yes.

I'm Harriet Welsby.

Ow!

You killed my husband!

You'll pay for it.

Why did she say you
killed her husband?

I have no idea.

- And it's hardly any of your business.
- Thank you.

She wasn't all
there, if you ask me.

People in grief rarely
are. ENGINES ROAR

Can't find her, she's
disappeared into the crowd.

How'd she run?

She's overheating a bit.
Take her in and check her out.

- Are you trying to get yourself killed?
- Oh, what now?

Starting the practice run
before I've run the safety car.

Darling, you're so protective.

Right now, I'm not your husband,
I'm the clerk of this course,

and it's my responsibility
to make sure

nobody takes unnecessary risks.

I must say, you've
done very well there.

Ex-football player, no less.

Poor dear had to give it
up because of a knee injury.

I bet he's dynamite in the...

As I was saying.

Excuse us - marital spat.

- What?
- What is it?

Mrs McCarthy, you're
wearing your scandalised face.

She's old enough
to be his mother.

All I ask is that
you follow the rules.

I never follow rules, darling,
you should know that by now.

Mrs MacMurray! Telephone messages
and some paperwork for you to sign.

- Can't it wait?
- No rest for the wicked.

Why don't you help Gary with
my engine? It's overheating.

Good boy.

Mr Baxter's asking for
another extension on the rent.

He's had two weeks already.
Start eviction proceedings.

And Mr Drew called,
wanting to know if you

could delay repossession
until he's found a house...

Out of the question.
If we do it for him,

we have to do it for everyone.

- Only...
- Only what?

He was very upset
on the telephone.

Phyllis, listen to me.

If you're going to
succeed in business,

you have to learn to not let
sentimentality cloud your judgement.

You'll learn.

By the way, do we have anyone
called Welsby on our books?

Um... Welsby...

Oh, yes. Alistair Welsby.

Defaulted on his loan three months
ago. Repossession in progress.

- Is there something wrong?
- No.

- Well, good luck. I'm sure you'll win.
- I always do.

Keep coming, keep
coming... Hold it there.

Three, two, one - go!

HE WHISTLES

HE URINATES

HE CHUCKLES

I'm not entirely sure
you're allowed to be in here.

Hey, I own this place.

- Do you like older women?
- Uh...

Oh, I love men who give
monosyllabic answers. It's so... primal.

- You're married.
- Yeah.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt.

Mm.

ENGINE ROARS AND TYRES SCREECH

Problem?

- What am I to you?
- Good Lord.

Don't tell me you're
starting to have feelings.

Your working class
bit of rough, is it?

You're my employee. That's it.

Maybe I should have a
word with your husband.

Tell him what a tart you are.

Forgotten who the fairer sex is?

- Ugh!
- Not at all. You're fired.

What happened?

I caught him trying
to stare down my top.

You filthy...

Unnecessary, darling. Already
dealt him a punishing blow.

You can't stop me from
defending your honour.

What honour?

Get out!

I feel sorry for you.

The both of you.

You should've let me hit him.

Oh, don't be silly, darling!

He's almost twice your size
- give or take an inch or two.

I'm racing in ten minutes,
haven't you got a job to do?

- I'll run the safety car.
- Good.

Mrs MacMurray!

It's Mr Baxter. He's
threatening legal action.

Coming.

Ladies and gentleman,

welcome to the Earl's 14th
annual Charity Hill Climb Meeting.

I hope you've enjoyed the
practice runs. As you can see,

we have a wide range of
vehicles competing in the race,

in a, in a... variety of
colours, shapes and sizes.

- Colours and
shapes - And sizes.

We'll begin in just
a few moments,

once the track has been checked
for hazards and, erm, that sort of thing.

Been busy?

I hereby declare
this meeting open.

I don't understand this.

How are they all supposed
to fit on one track?

They don't, Mrs McCarthy.
They go one at a time.

One at a time?

The clue's in the title.
Thousand-yard uphill track.

The fastest to make it
to the top is the winner.

Well, it sounds very dull to me.

I can assure you,
it's far from that.

And not a cream tea in sight.

Our first contestant - uh,
driver, is Audrey MacMurray.

Good luck, darling.

Driving a, uh...

Frazer Nash Special... 1926.

- '27.
- 28.

Oh, I'd love to
have a whirl in that.

It has lots of various
specifications, which, eh...

to be honest, I don't completely
understand. But, as you can see,

it's in a lovely shade of
blue - Prussian blue, I'd say-

w-w-hich... creating
a striking counterpoint

to her figgy,
plummy red jumpsuit.

Just what I came
for - a fashion show.

In any case, it's a
magnificent machine,

as I'm sure you'll all agree.

Three, two, one - go!

And she's off!

Look how fast she's going,
and getting faster... and faster.

Gosh, she really is going fast!

TYRES SCREECH

SPECTATORS GASP

SCREAM ECHOES OVER PA SYSTEM

I'm sorry.

HE SPEAKS LATIN

It doesn't make any sense. Why
would she just go off the track?

She wouldn't. She
was an excellent driver.

- Hazard on the track?
- I checked it myself, it was safe.

Mr MacMurray, why don't
you wait in the starter's office?

- Let us do our jobs.
- I'll make him a cup of tea.

- Check the track.
- Inspector.

- Piece of fabric.
- Curious.

SHE SCREAMS

- Be careful, Madam.
- Ooh!

- What happened?
- Seems like she lost control.

That's not possible.
She never lost control.

Brake lines have been cut.

Just enough to drain the reservoir
before the car got up to speed.

It must've been that mad woman.

Thank you, Mrs McCarthy.
What would I do without you?

Let's track down
this Harriet Welsby.

Welsby? I have the address.

Let's get that arm looked at.

So... you and Mrs MacMurray...

Burn, did she? Alive, I hope.

Initial reports indicate a
fractured skull. Dead on impact.

Oh, well. Can't have everything.

- Tea?
- No, thank you.

- Yes, please, three sugars.
- No.

We're both fine.

Apologies for the mess. The
house is being repossessed.

- By Mrs MacMurray's company?
- By that evil witch, yes.

Seeing as we're being
blunt, about your husband...

I buried him this morning.
He had a heart attack.

And you blame Mrs
MacMurray for that?

It was her repayment demands.

- He never had heart problems before that.
- I see.

And when you said,
"You'll pay for it"?

- You accusing me of something?
- There's evidence to suggest

Mrs MacMurray's
car was sabotaged.

- This gets better and better!
- And, of course, I'm a suspect

Where did you go after your
confrontation this morning?

- Straight home.
- Can anyone vouch for you?

- Medusa.
- Medusa?

My cat. She's around here
somewhere. Shall I fetch her for you?

On second thoughts, maybe
we will have that cup of tea.

Of course.

- Fly-fishing. Your husband's?
- Yes, please don't touch it.

Spiritual guidance
only. Understand?

Absolutely.

Thank you.

DOOR SLAMS

Thank you for coming, Father.
I'm what you call "lapsed".

- Is that a problem?
- No.

- Not if you wish to repent.
- I'm glad she's dead.

Ah.

- But I didn't do it.
- Go on.

When Mrs MacMurray's
assistant called her into the office,

I found the cable cutters,
and I tried to cut the brake line.

But I'm not a mechanic. I
didn't know what was what.

METAL CLANGS

Then when I heard
someone coming, I ran off.

When I got home, I realised I still
had the cable cutters in my hand

So I hid them away.

An unfortunate set of circumstances
which does rather have the

effect of making you
look extremely guilty.

I am guilty.

I wanted her dead... and
now I'm going to hang for it.

And I'll be down there,
while my husband...

For all eternity.

- That's right, isn't it?
- No.

Not if you ask for
God's forgiveness.

And besides...

..it's highly likely the
person you heard...

was the real culprit.

I told the inspector there
was someone else there,

but he doesn't believe me.

Between you and me...

..I'm going to investigate.

Morning.

My bicycle tyre needs a pump.

Thank you, you're a life-saver.

No problem.

Horrible business yesterday.

- How are you coping?
- Excuse me?

You and Audrey MacMurray,
you were close, weren't you?

- Is that a question or statement?
- More of a statement really.

A friend of mine said
you walked in on him

and Audrey at...

..rather an inopportune moment,

shall we say? And that
you seemed very upset.

You can leave now.

If Mrs Welsby is
convicted, she could hang.

That's for the courts to decide.

- I believe she's innocent.
- Huh, and I'm not?

If you know anything at all,
you owe it to your conscience...

Like I told the police, I didn't
have anything to do with it.

Harriet Welsby's
life is at stake.

Then say a prayer for her,
Father, but keep away from me.

FATHER BROWN READS
SCRIPTURE IN LATIN

Requiem aeternam
dona ei, Domine.

Et lux perpetua luceat ei.

CROWS CAW

Requiescat in pace.

Amen.

I'd like to say a few words.

That would not be appropriate.

Sorry, Father.

"Appropriate" never
was my strong point.

- Audrey MacMurray... was a cruel woman.
- Oh!

We all know that. Let's
not pretend she wasn't.

It isn't being respectful of the
dead lying about them, is it?

- He is drunk.
- Mr Bakewell...

She chewed people up
and she spat them out!

And she enjoyed doing it.

Tearing the flesh
off their bones.

Eating people's hearts
for breakfast. My heart!

We were lovers.

Not that she knew what love was.
Or how to care about other people.

I can't be like
that. I won't be.

And I won't let somebody
else pay for what I've done.

It was me.

I killed her.

GASPS

I'm sorry.

HE SIGHS

Sergeant, would you please
take Mr Bakewell to the cells?

You'll hang for this!

Mr MacMurray, you've
given your witness statement.

Now please go home.

You do have the awful business

of your wife's affairs to
attend to, Mr MacMurray.

How about a nice cup of tea?

How about a stiff drink?

Mrs McCarthy, why don't you
take Harriet to the presbytery?

There's a bottle of
Bordeaux in my study.

Is there indeed? Hmph.

Right.

Inspector?

Inspector, I don't suppose
you've managed to identify

the origin of the fabric...

An anomaly, probably...
detritus at the scene that got

snagged as she was
thrown from the car.

But...

Father, I have motive,
means, and opportunity

and a confession.

Whether you like it or not,
this case is now closed.

THEY TALK IN HUSHED TONES

COCK CROWS

Thank you for expediting
the paperwork, Mr Watts.

No at all, Miss Stanwyck.

SHE MOANS

What in blazes do
you think you're doing?!

Isn't that obvious?
Filthy priest.

- You're having an affair.
- I don't know

what you THINK you
saw, but you're mistaken.

- I know lust when I see it.
- How dare you?!

You had motive, opportunity...
the only question is means.

What are you suggesting?

- That somehow you caused the accident.
- You're delusional.

- Why don't we let the police decide?
- Call them.

He was trespassing on private
property. Spying through the window.

- Do it.
- Yes, do it.

What's this about?

HE was trespassing.
Snooping through the window,

making baseless accusations.

Horrid accusations. Horrid!

- It's an act.
- What exactly did you see?

- She was... straddling him.
- Straddling?

Don't really want
to demonstrate.

- So they've been having an affair?
- Exactly.

And you think that
makes them responsible...

Yes, I do.

- Evidence?
- Nothing yet.

But if I know anything,
its human behaviour,

and theirs speaks volumes.

An interesting
theory. Hands, please.

- Don't understand.
- It's quite simple. I'm arresting you.

- Oh, I see. For show?
- No, for breach of the peace.

I've warned you time and
time again, but you don't listen.

Turn around. Hands - now.

Father Brown, I am arresting
you for breach of the peace.

You are not obliged to say
anything unless you wish to do so,

but what you say
will be put into writing

and may be given in evidence.

Phyllis and Walter
killed Audrey MacMurray.

Even if they are having an affair,
that doesn't make them murderers.

- What's this?
- None of your concern. Get down.

On the contrary, I'd say it was
of Mr Bakewell's gravest concern.

Don't you see? It's
all starting to add up -

the relationship, the inheritance,
the anomalous piece of fabric...

ENOUGH! My God, man, you
have been a thorn in my side

ever since I stepped into
this piddling little parish.

Sticking your head in
where it's not wanted,

trampling all over
my investigations.

I want you to know that I
fully intend to go through with

these charges, to finally put a
stop to your amateur sleuthing.

To the perfect murder.

Hmm. And the perfect woman.

He must've put something on the
course when he ran the safety car,

something that caused the crash.

No. Miss Stanwyck wouldn't have
left anything like that to chance.

And anyway, they
would have discovered

- a hazard after the accident.
- What then?

What happened when you
walked in on Sid and Audrey?

She fired me.

Afterwards, I went back to the
paddock to fetch me tool box.

I saw that woman. Harriet.

METAL CLANGS Trying
to find the brake line.

When she ran off... I
finished what she started.

Have you any idea how Audrey
could have got a piece of fabric

trapped under her bracelet?

She wasn't wearing it.

What?

I bought her that bracelet.

She wasn't wearing
it before she ran.

Go, Mrs MacMurray!

- Sergeant!
- What is it?

I'm entitled to a phone call.

PHONE RINGS

I have come to
visit Father Brown.

What's that?

To sustain him in his
unjust incarceration.

Oh, what do you suppose I've
hidden in there? A hacksaw?

Oh, well go ahead
- check it out!

- Slice it, why don't you?!
- I will.

Ah.

That is no way to slice a cake!

Oh...

Apologies.

I had better go back home
straightaway and bake another one.

Sorry to be a bother.

DOOR CREAKS

Not unless you've got an
oil can under your cassock.

Longing for your glory days?

That grease monkey
was right about one thing.

She didn't care
about other people.

I was just another trophy.

Huh. They must have
thought I was an idiot.

AS IF I didn't know
they were at it.

Don't be maudlin, darling.
You finally got your revenge.

Be happy.

Besides, we should be
grateful to that grease monkey-

fortuitously framing
himself for our crime.

Bless his heart.

- You're wearing her dress.
- Well, why not?

What's hers is mine now.

I was thinking, once the
paperwork's been finalised,

why not make me
a joint shareholder?

You have to admit, I've got more
of a head for business than you do.

I thought we were going
to leave, start a new life?

Why leave when we have
everything we need right here?

Did you leave the
garage door open?

What you think you're
going to find in there?

Something resembling proof.

That looks like blood.

So she was killed
inside the car?

Not quite.

A-ha! What?

The final piece of the puzzle.
- Is that so?

I think this fabric
is the same fabric

that was snagged
under Audrey's bracelet.

And I'll be happy to call
the police for you this time.

Let's go in the house, shall we?

- What's going on here?
- Mrs McCarthy.

Comes in with a
cake for Father Brown,

knocks it all over the place, then
leaves without even seeing him.

Where did he go?

Where did he go?!

You two will be on the
run for the rest of your lives.

What exactly do
you think you know?

Well...

I know enough to prove
you killed Mrs MacMurray

before the race.
Somewhere private.

Somewhere where
no-one could see you.

- How does he know that we...?
- Be quiet.

Harriet saw you calling
her into the office.

- Mrs MacMurray? It's Mr Baxter.
- Coming.

That's where it
happened, wasn't it?

That's where you
fractured her skull.

Phyllis! Can't
you deal with this?

He wants to talk to you.
- Oh, honestly... Mr Baxter?

LINE GOES DEAD Hello?

Mr Baxter?

Urgh!

PHONE BUZZES

Go on.

The next part of the
plan was relatively simple.

You dumped the
body in the car...

..and then YOU changed
into identical clothes

And you drove up the hill.

And when you got
to the blind bend...

you positioned the body.

But...

you didn't notice that
Audrey's bracelet had

caught on the material
at the back of the car.

So, the scene being set, all
that was left was to run the race.

Good luck, darling.

But, of course, you had no idea

that an attempt had already
been made on Audrey's life.

And your plan to feign an
accident very nearly was thwarted

when you genuinely lost control.

That's when you injured
your arm, wasn't it?

Your later slip
down the ditch...

That was just another
sham to cover up your injury.

- Be careful, madam!
- Oh!

What happened?

An audacious plan, I'll admit.

But ultimately...

as foul as any other murder.

Not so cocky now, are ya?

- We're done for!
- Be quiet.

What are we going to do?!

There's only one
thing left to do.

Wait! There has
to be another way.

Prison - is that
what you'd prefer?

We can lock them up
here. Make our escape.

Start our new lives
like we always planned.

That's your answer,
is it? To run away?

Pathetic. Just go with them.

- What?
- Go!

Should've known you wouldn't rise
to the occasion. Feeble little man.

She's been using
you all along, mate.

That's the way the
world works, sweetheart.

Everyone uses everyone.

I find it heartbreaking that
that's how you see the world.

I'm touched by your
attempt to empathise.

Even if it is motivated by a
desire to see me lower the gun.

Alas, needs must...

Goodbye, Father.

Ugh! SHE GASPS

SID GROANS IN PAIN

You all right?

They've seen better days.

Agh...

Walter!

Phyllis! Stop.

It's not too late for us, Walter.
We can still leave together.

Don't! Just... don't.

Walter, why don't
you give me the gun?

You never loved me.
- -Ah, the penny drops!

- It was all an act.
- Of course I loved you. I still do.

I just got scared.
It made me crazy.

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

Let's go while we
still have the chance.

Don't come any closer!

If you let them arrest
me, I could hang.

You'll be killing me either
way. Is that what you want?

It's what you deserve.

Walter.

You're not a killer.

Forgive me, Father.

If you do this,
you'll regret it.

Just like you regret
killing your wife.

I saw your face...
through the window.

That was remorse, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

Save yourself, Walter.

We'll get what we deserve.

You think this is
justice? It's subjugation.

You're terrified
of any woman who

dares to be more than
a meek little housewife.

That's why you wanted her dead.

So you could reassert
your pathetic masculinity.

Inspector, thank
God you're here!

He was going to kill me.

This is the way to
raise money for charity-

no noise, no cars
and no grisly deaths.

So far.

- Mmm, these buns are delicious, Harriet.
- Thank you, Father.

I dare say you could give Mrs
McCarthy a run for her money.

Father Brown, Mrs McCarthy.
I couldn't resist the opportunity

to try my hand at
gourmet baking.

Gourmet?

Gateaux Parisiens
and a chiffon torte citron.

Otherwise known as
"French cake" or "Lemon tart".

- And you baked these yourself, did you?
- Scout's honour.

A likely story.

Inspector, bite of
something sweet?

Thank you, but I'm not staying.

Just came to see
the Father. In private.

Excuse me.

You'll be glad to know that
Mr Bakewell's charge has been

downgraded to attempted murder.

The..."actress", Miss Stanwyck,
is going down for murder.

And her partner in
crime, conspiracy.

And what about me?

Have you come to put
the cuffs on me again?

Alas, not.

All charges have
been dropped, and...

And what?

The pro sols were so impressed
with your help in solving

the case they passed on the
information to my senior officers.

And?

They've awarded you this for
your help in assisting the police.

Oh, congratulations!
And about time too.

So, I suppose this
makes me your deputy...

sheriff?

Don't push it.