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Argh!

Evening, sir.

The new librarian, miss.

Henry Cavendish. How do you do?

I'm Virginia Lewthwaite,
Lord Hellion's fiancee.

He's been called away to London

so I'm afraid I must
suffice in his absence.

I shall try not to keep
you from your occupations.

On the contrary,

I'd welcome the company.

We're very isolated
here, Mr Cavendish.

I fear you'll be bored.

I welcome the seclusion.

It gives me time to write.

You're an author?

I only claim to be budding.

I think...

there will be plenty
here to inspire me.

Is the wedding imminent?

The 6th of June.

A very small affair, as my
fiancé lost his first two wives.

Line.

'In tragic circumstances.'

Cut!

If Miss Fontaine would
deign to learn her lines

before coming on set,

it would save us
all a lot of time,

which, as you know, means money.

Something that is in
painfully short supply.

And do try and inject
some ingenuousness.

You're meant to
be a virgin bride.

I've seen more innocence
on a ten bob tart.

You would know, darling.

Miss Swain,

may I borrow you
for a moment, please?

Could you demonstrate
to Miss Fontaine

what innocence sounds like?

I'm Virginia Lewthwaite,

Lord Hellion's fiancee.

He's been called to London,
so I'm afraid I must suffice...

I'd murder the little tart before
taking acting lessons from her.

Miss Fontaine! Reset.

Let's try again.

They were forced to
move out of their last place

because of
complaints about noise.

And this film,

The Demon Brides.

In the name of
all that's unholy...

And you such a
movie buff, Mrs M.

I like a proper one,

like, oh, Casablanca or
The Prisoner of Zenda,

but this rubbish is just an
excuse for blasphemy and...

..and scantily clad women.

Isn't that right, Father?

We rather enjoyed Virgin
Vampires at the Odeon last month.

Isn't that right, Father?

It raised some interesting
theological questions.

Well, I do hope
you'll sign the petition

on behalf of the parish council.

Not so fast, Mrs McCarthy.

One of the actors is a chum,
and I've asked him round

to answer any parochial
concerns you may have.

There he is now.

If she thinks I'm going to
let my opinion be swayed

by some B-list actor...

Hello. I'm Rex Bishop.

Ooh!

Hello. Father Brown.

And this is our
Parish Secretary.

Mrs McCarthy is one
of your greatest fans.

And...

cut!

That was wonderful, darling.

Care to explain, Billy?

We're spreading.

Vivian wanted cuts.

I'll have no lines
left at this rate.

He might as well
have hired a cleavage.

This is her.

The old hag would stop at
nothing to sabotage my career.

Get me a martini.

I need some lubrication
for all that screaming.

- I hate this place.
- Ditto.

There's only one thing for it.

We'll have to run away together.

Sweet William.

But then we'd have to live in
a garret and I don't want that.

I want what she's got.

Careful, Billy.

That girl will break your heart.

So I said, "Madam,
I am sorely tempted,

"but your husband

"is the middleweight
boxing champion of the world

"and my face is my fortune."

You're a long way from
Hollywood, Mr Bishop.

Los Angeles is hot and sticky.

And you can't get
a proper cup of tea.

Oh, and another
scone, Mr Bishop?

I thought you'd never
ask, and call me Rex.

If I may call you...

Rex! Bridget!

Bridget, the Celtic goddess
of fire and wisdom, and...

creator of the finest strawberry
scone I've ever tasted.

Do tell us what the
film is about, Rex.

Well, it's about a demon lord

who sacrifices his wives to
the devil on their wedding night

and reincarnates
them as demon brides.

Hardly Chekhov, I'm afraid.

Sounds jolly good fun.

Although I'm not sure Mrs
McCarthy would approve.

- Oh, no!
- Why don't you see for yourselves?

As my guests
tomorrow. The full tour.

Oh!

Pull back. Pull back.

And if Miss Fontaine could try and
look like she's in a drugged stupor.

It shouldn't be too
much of a stretch.

And cue, darling.

Exto malikus.

Exto vascatis.

Exta invero Hellion.

Oh, cut! Cut! Cut!

For the last time,
this is a closed set!

These are the representatives
of the Parish Council.

I don't care if it's the
Pope and his entourage.

What are they doing here?

You invited them.

Told Rex to do his bit for PR,

or, to use your words,
schmooze the local yokels.

I do apologize for
my oaf of a husband.

Bebe Fontaine.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Welcome to hell.

And now the local lunatic
fringe are getting up a petition.

And, to cap it all, I've been
receiving death threats.

Some maniac
calling himself Arulus.

Seems to think I'm
the devil reincarnated.

Can't think what
gave him that idea.

Interesting choice
of objects d'art.

Now, that is the death
mask of the demon lord.

Must be a non-speaking part.

Hasn't got a mouth.

His face has been
melted with holy water.

Will that work, Father?

Don't think so, no.

Billy Neville. Author
of this masterpiece.

Put a priest into the castle.

What for?

Oh, add some color.
Bells and smells.

He can turn wine into blood,

bread into flesh.

Why would a demon lord

have a Catholic priest
living under his roof?

You're the writer,
think of something,

and I want it by four.

What's she doing here?

She, my darling, is
entertaining our guests,

which is more than
can be said for you.

May I introduce
Miss Paulette Swain,

one of our fastest rising stars?

And what part do you play?

A foul demoness
in thrall to a devil.

I'm something
of a writer myself.

You must tell me where
you get your inspiration from.

From everything around me.

Ars vitam imitator.

Art imitates life.

This isn't art.

You must leave, Virginia.

Are you mad?

I'm due to be married tomorrow.

Yes, I'm mad. I can't be
sane when I'm with you.

My father is deeply
indebted to Lord Hellion.

If this marriage doesn't
take place tomorrow,

he'll be ruined

and my family dishonored.

Cut!

Is it too much to ask for you
people to learn your damn lines

before stepping onto my set?
You're costing me a fortune.

Principles to their
dressing rooms now.

I want you word perfect by five.

We're in detention, I'm afraid.

I don't have trouble
remembering my lines.

You don't have any lines.

Feel free to stay and
we'll reconvene later.

Yes.

Universal Studios!

They've offered me a
movie starting in the spring.

Escape the garret,
Billy. Clever boy.

Nicholas Ray's directing and
Robert Mitchum's lined up for the lead.

You seem to forget that
you're contracted to me

for your next two movies.

In your own words, any typewriter
monkey could churn out this dross.

I don't want any monkey.

I want the monkey I've got.

So you can just get
back to Universal

and tell them that
you're not available.

And I want those
amendments by four.

Till then, I'm watching rushes.

Do not disturb...

under pain of death.

Ergh!

Oh! Jesus, Mary and J...

- Sid.
- And now he's got X-ray eyes.

How did you know it was me?

Brylcreem, Gold
Flake and engine oil.

And what exactly do you think
you're doing, Sidney Carter?

I'm earning ten bob a
day as an extra, Mrs M.

Ladies.

Tough job,

but someone's
got to do it. Ta-ta.

Ooh-ho-ho-ho!

Foul demoness! You're nothing...

You're nothing but a foul...
You're nothing but a foul demoness.

- You're nothing...
- Take one.

If divorce were an option,
I'd have done it years ago.

Yes. Well...

Yes. No. No, it's
not still a possibility.

He's got a ten-year
option on my contract

and you can bet your boots

I'll never work in this
or any other town again.

No, trust me, darling, the only
way I'll escape my caro marito

is with one of us in a box.

Argh!

Are you going to
tell us what happens?

And spoil the ending for
when we see it at the cinema?

Oh, somebody's
changed their tune.

This is a morality tale

where the godly triumph
over the forces of evil.

Nothing blasphemous in
that now is there, Father?

Morning, Father.

- Shall we say our goodbyes?
- Yes.

Vivian, open up.

I got here at four as ordered
and the door was locked.

And apparently he
hasn't left the wing.

- Perhaps he's had a heart attack?
- I'll break it down. Vivian!

A good secretary
always keeps a spare.

What a woman!

Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

I'll call the police.

What happened? Is he dead?

Per istam sanctam
unctionem et suam...

If you're praying for his soul
then you're wasting your time.

Sir.

Did no-one tell them
it's the day of rest?

To Vivian. May he rot in hell.

Shut up, Bebe.

Medicinal. For the shock.

Thank you, Billy.

Oh, please. You'd
think you were grieving.

We all know you loathed
him as much as the rest of us.

Try to keep it
together, old girl.

So, what happens now?

I suppose the show must go on.

I'd rather be on a yacht
in the south of France.

Wouldn't we all? But
have you forgotten that you

are the new owner of Cardinal?

Hardly. The first person she
telephoned was Vivian's lawyer.

What am I supposed to do?

Appointing a new
director would be a start.

Fine. Rex is new Director.

There now. Wasn't that easy?

At least the killer was good
enough to leave a signature.

Any idea on this Arulus?

The victim's been
receiving death threats.

"Your fate approaches.
Apocalypse 20:10."

How's your Bible knowledge, Sir?

- Hazard a guess.
- Erm...

Apocalypse 20:10:
"And the false prophet

"shall be tormented by day
and by night for ever and ever."

It's like I said a prayer
and there you were.

Thank you, Padre.

And now my sergeant here will
escort you from my crime scene.

It's just that I was here when the
body was discovered and I think

I may have inadvertently removed
a significant piece of evidence.

A piece of wax.

Wax?

From a gothic horror
film set? What next?

A coal from Newcastle?

But it's an unusual
shape, don't you think?

Leave it with one of my men,

and I'll see it gets
the attention it's due.

Sir?

In you come, Constable.
The Padre was just leaving.

Inspector Mallory.
Kembleford Police.

I'm sorry for your
loss, Mrs Wolsey.

Well, that makes one of
us. I prefer Miss Fontaine.

Did my husband
suffer, Inspector?

I do hope so.

I'd like you all to account
for your movements

between two and
four this afternoon.

Shouldn't you be looking
for this Arulus fellow?

I could, but I'd be wasting
my time, as it wasn't him.

Because of the death threats,

Mr Wolsey stationed extra
security guards on the wing

who are adamant that nobody
entered or left the building

between two, when his
secretary went home,

and 4:15, when the
body was discovered.

Are you saying it was one of us?

I'm saying that as the only
people in this part of the building

at the time in question,

I'd like you all to account
for your movements.

I was in my office doing
amendments for Vivian.

- I was learning lines in my dressing room.
- Me too.

Me three. On Vivian's
orders, I hasten.

During this time, did anyone
see or speak to Mr Wolsey?

Oh, dear.

I think somebody is lying.

When you're ready,
Miss Fontaine.

I opened my dressing room door
to put my shoes out for wardrobe

and somebody was going
into my husband's office.

Isn't that right, Miss Swain?

Is this true?

Yes.

And you lied because...?

Because it was confidential.

I was signing a contract
for my part in his next movie.

What part?

My part.

Oh, you little tramp!

What time was this?

Around three.

Vivian thought it required
someone... youthful.

Yet not someone who can act.

And what time did you leave?

You're sacked!

About ten minutes later, when I can
assure you he was alive and kicking.

You can't sack me.
I've got a contract.

In that case, I'll just
have to content myself

with making your life a misery.

I mean, talk about a catfight.

Half the crew heard it.

Anyway, Mallory's
convinced it was an inside job.

Mrs McCarthy' our
resident movie expert -

what do you know
about Bebe Fontaine?

What I know is that she
was born Ursula Donnell

and educated by the Sacred
Heart Sisters in Dublin.

So, a good Catholic Irish girl.

Oh, not so you'd notice now.

She was married at
17 to Vivian Wolsey

and he old enough
to be her father.

And they didn't live
happily ever after.

Rumor has it, she
wanted a divorce,

but that would have
been the end of her career.

See, she was contracted
to the Cardinal Studios,

so none of the other studios
would have touched her.

Oh, motive aplenty, I'd say.

I doubt it was Paulette Swain.

How do you figure that, milady?

She'd just landed
her first leading role.

She's hardly going to
kill the golden goose.

That young writer
looked pretty murderous

when Vivian refused to
release him from his contract.

What do you think, Father?

I think that the problem
with three actors

and a writer is that
they all lie for a living.

Well, I'm certain
it isn't Rex Bishop.

Mmm, he is hiding something.

Yes.

Like why is he starring in a
Cardinal B-movie in Kembleford?

In sickness and in health,

to love and to cherish...

..till death do us part.

And cut. Thank you, everybody.

Let's go again with a
little less smoke this time.

Miss Fontaine,
may I have a word.

I was wondering if you
could be a little more bereft.

Hardly an emotion
I'm familiar with.

Just try to bear in mind that
you're being bound in matrimony

to a man you don't love
while the man that you do love

- has gone inexplicably AWOL.
- Mr Bishop.

Can I prevail on you to
accompany me to the cutting room?

Demon Bride. Scene 25.

Take 3.

Closer on the cleavage.

Closer!

And action!

Henry's aroused.

Can we get some arousal in here?

Which means try and
look like you're enjoying it!

All right, that's enough!
Please stop that now.

I'd like a word in
private, please.

If you don't mind, ladies.

You might get a
better performance

if you refrained from bawling me
out in front of the cast and crew.

It's putting me off
my stride, old chap.

You're not in Hollywood
now, old chap.

Clearly, but manners costeth
nothing, as my nanny used to say.

Did Nanny tell you
that photographs do?

Which means for the
duration of our arrangement

you will do things my way.

Good boy.

Reset. We'll go again.

Not if I kill you first.

It was a trifle. An
artistic disagreement.

And these photographs?

Publicity shots.
They were shocking.

I demanded new ones.

This is an unusual project for
Rex Bishop to attach himself to.

I was homesick for Blighty,

fancied a change of scene
amidst the glories of the Cotswolds.

You've gone on record describing
Cardinal Productions as...

.."boils on the backside
of the movie industry."

Have I really? I say,
that's rather good.

This isn't a joke, Mr Bishop.

Clearly not, Inspector,

which is why I would appreciate
you getting to the point.

I think Vivian Wolsey
was blackmailing you.

- You've no proof of that.
- Yet.

But I've applied for a warrant to
search Mr Wolsey's personal files

and when I find
something incriminating,

that gives you the hat-trick -

means, motive and opportunity.

So until then, Mr Bishop,
don't go anywhere.

Lady Felicia. Looking
delectable as ever.

If only I could return the
compliment, Inspector.

What's going on, Rex?

Vivian was blackmailing you?

I don't think anyone believes
I'm here of my own volition.

Because you're homosexual.

How did you know?

Despite certain encouragements,

you've never tried
to get me in to bed.

The only other explanation
is I'm losing my allure...

I think we both know
that isn't the case.

If the police find those
photographs, I'll end up in prison.

Nonsense, we'll
think of something.

I need a miracle.

I can't promise you that,

but I might have
the next best thing.

Ah, Mrs McCarthy,
just the woman.

Dress suiting a
saint, eight letters.

Two letters,
requiring urgent reply-

Bishop Talbot and
the bank manager.

If you're not too busy.

I'll give them my
immediate attention.

Ignatius.

Beg your pardon?

Dress suiting a
saint. It's an anagram.

Hello?

Of course it is. You're
a genius, Mrs M!

Father! May we
have a word, please?

In private.

Vivian got his hands
on some negatives,

taken when I was younger
and considerably less wise.

And which...

You can speak freely
in front of Father Brown.

And which involved another man.

I thought you might like some
tea and one of my scones.

How wonderful, Bridget.

Shall I be mother...?

I can manage.

Thank you, Mrs McCarthy.

But I...

So, you see what
this means, Father.

Yes.

Inspector Mallory' got
the bit between the teeth,

and he won't rest until
he finds the negatives.

Even if he can't make a murder
charge stick you face ruin...

..and imprisonment.

I'll kill myself first.

That won't be necessary.

Because if Inspector
Mallory finds the real killer,

he'll call off the hunt.

What can I do for you, Father?

May I?

I was wondering if you'd like
prayers said for your husband's soul.

Vivian didn't have a soul,
and he wasn't a Catholic.

But you are.

And you of all people should know
that he may have been seeking God

up to the moment of death.

I assure you he'd have hated it.

In which case, you
have my blessing.

He was your husband.

He broke every one
of our wedding vows -

- except for "till death do us part".
- Did you kill him?

Sadly, no.

But you did send
the death threats.

- Why would you say that?
- Arulus.

It's an anagram. You couldn't
resist using your real name.

"Ursula" Donnell.

Well, to be sure,
I wouldn't be lying

to a man of the cloth.

It was only me little joke

because I knew it would
scare the bejesus out of him.

And it worked.

Like all bullies
he was a coward.

That much hatred
will destroy your soul.

It's too late for that.
I sold it to the devil.

And the irony
is I did it for God.

How so?

Vivian had a fearsome reputation.
King of the casting couch.

They said he used to have
a hidden camera in his office

to film his conquests.

I was 17 years old and
fresh out of convent school.

And I turned him down.

That must have
taken a lot of courage.

It was my downfall.

No-one says no to Vivian.

Now conquest wasn't
enough, he wanted ownership.

And a wedding ring proved both
cheap currency and good publicity.

So you see, Father,

that's where being a good
little Catholic girl got me.

And now...

I am lost.

No, no.

God doesn't give up that easily.

I'm past penance, so
what do you suggest?

I think...

..that you should love yourself,
as much as He loves you.

Miss Fontaine, we're
ready for you on set.

What's this. A deputation?

My Universal offer
is still on the table.

We want to be released
from our contracts

when the Demon
Brides is finished.

- Both of you?
- I'm going with him.

You think I'd want to stay here
after everything that's happened?

Consider yourself terminated.

But you, Billy, you're special.

Too damn good for Cardinal,
but why should I let you go?

Because you're not your husband.

Go, then.

As for her, good riddance.

We're going to Hollywood.

We sure are, pardner!

What are you doing here, Father?

Don't answer that.
Stupid question.

And action.

Right, Bebe.

Virginia begins to undress,
ready for her wedding night.

She's all alone,
or so she thinks.

Pan off to the
painting. That's it.

- Action, Cooper! Eyes.
- Aye, aye!

Good, good. And... cut!

Sid. With me.

So...

What are we looking for?

Vivian Wolsey was a voyeur...

..and a leopard doesn't
change his spots.

Sorry. You've lost me.

Why isn't the screen
facing the projector?

Hmm.

Film is an illusion.

And he was a master of
making the real look fake...

..and the fake look real.

Shut the door, please, Sid.

I assume you know someone
who can develop this film.

A hidden camera?
What on earth for?

Oh, dear God.

That was quick.

I called in a favor.

So, at three o'clock,
Paulette Swain visits the boss

to sign for a starring
role in his next movie.

And an hour later, he was dead.

The village hall projector's
ready in the study.

Thank you, Mrs McCarthy.

And cut!

Check the gate!

Thank you very much, Paulette,
that was a thing of beauty.

Gate clear!

Print it!

Mrs Wolsey.

I have a warrant to search
your husband's personal files.

I take that to mean you are
no closer to finding his killer.

I wouldn't say that, Madam.

Set up for scene 14!

To my leading lady.

I don't understand.

No-one's ever believed
in me like this, Vivian.

I don't know how to thank you.

You're not that innocent.

Darling, the camera loves you.

And I'm going to
make you a star.

No, no! I've changed my...

No! Get off!

Good! A little bit of
resistance, I like that.

No, no, I won't!

Oh, no, you don't.

Nothing in this life is free.

I own you now!

Ah!

Why haven't you
taken this to the police?

Because it's not
the whole story.

What happened afterwards -

the mask, the
desecration of the body-

wasn't the act of a
frightened young woman.

It was cool-headed,
it was meditated.

It required strength,

imagination...

..a flair for the dramatic.

In fact, it required a writer.

I don't deny it was me.

I killed him. Oh, God,
what's going to happen to me?

Nothing. Go, clean yourself up.

Say nothing and trust me.

Trust me and no-one
will know anything. Go!

Have we a key to this?

No, sir. But I can find
the secretary and ask.

Seems our Mr Wolsey
liked to eavesdrop.

You arranged the body

and then tried to put
the blame on Arulus.

- Isn't that Father...?
- Ssh!

So now you know the truth.
What are you going to do?'

But this isn't the truth.

Not even half of it.

I expect you wondered
where this had got to.

What the hell is that?

"At first," Dostoevsky
said, "art imitates life.

"Then life imitates art.

"Then life takes its
very existence from art."

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

It's all in here,
isn't it, Billy?

The beautiful young
innocent in thrall to the devil.

The heroic young scribe who
rescues her by killing the demon.

"Henry flung the holy
water in Lord Hellion's face

"and it solidified like wax,
suffocating his screams."

If you're praying for his soul
then you're wasting your time.

I suppose you
removed its partner

when you took off the mask.

I don't understand.

You didn't kill Vivian.

He was alive when
you left the room.

Oh, God, what's
going to happen to me?

Nothing. Go, clean yourself up.

Say nothing and trust me.

Trust me and no-one
will know anything. Go!

The impediment to all your
hopes injured, but not fatally.

So you decided
to finish the job.

Wax to suffocate a demon.

A simple matter of
blocking up the air holes.

And then you locked
the door and waited

while he suffocated to death.

He's good, isn't he, sir?

I hope you're taking this down.

If you ever leave
the Priesthood,

I see a future for
you as a writer.

But this isn't a
work of imagination.

I'm sure that if the
police fit this to the mask

they'll find it exact...

- What are you doing!?
- Let's go, Sergeant.

- Erm, where to, sir?
- Am I psychic?!

Get every available man and
spread out till we find them.

Help! Somebody help me!

With me!

Oh! Oh!

Oh, for God's sake!

Begging your pardon, Madam.

- Goodfellow!
- Ma'am.

Celluloid. It'll go
up like dynamite.

An unfortunate accident.

You're crazy.

You made me think
that I was a murderer.

Vivian had us both trapped.
I saw a way of escape.

I did it for us.

There is no us, Billy.

We're going to Hollywood.
You said you'd come with me.

Only to escape my crime.

I needed to get as far
from here as possible.

Lies! You wanted to be with me.

I was grateful. That's all.

I killed that devil for you.

You killed him for yourself.

And now you are the demon.

It's all over, Billy.

But it's not too late
to save your soul.

My soul doesn't
belong to me anymore.

You can change your mind.

Go to hell, Billy.

Then you go together.

I'll have that.

You're under arrest. You
are not obliged to speak.

Get off me!

You're lucky I was here, Padre.

Thank you.

Thank you.

And action!

"Save me, Henry..."

Save me, Henry.

My hero, Henry.

Can you explain to me why I
am spouting these inanities?

Because it's the
end of the movie.

Well, I want a different ending.

Given the evidence on film, I
doubt charges will be pressed.

You're no good to
anyone frozen to death.

At least your photos
are still undiscovered.

Until they fall into a
different pair of wrong hands.

Well, in a manner of
speaking, they already have.

Vivian's secret cubbyhole
contained more than a camera.

So where are they now?

Well, I suppose you'd call it
tampering with the evidence.

I burnt the negatives.

It seemed the
prudent thing to do.

That is remarkable. I don't
know how to thank you, Father.

Ah! Well, there is something.

"Directed by Bebe Fontaine."

Well, Rex was a liability,
so someone had to.

Turns out it's much
more fun than acting.

And if Muriel Box can do it...

A woman director. I say.

Cardinal's next production
will star Paulette Swain.

Ah!

I'm glad to see you have
put your past behind you.

Well, we had more in
common than I realized.

Any girl that says no to
Vivian has my respect.

Our leading ladies are
required for their photocall,

but I do hope the rest
of you enjoy the movie.

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

Thank you so
much for inviting us.

It was the least I
could do, Father.

You have my eternal gratitude.

Eternal gratitude
for what exactly?

Oh, Father, I know how you
like to keep things to yourself

but I'm curious
to know the secret

that is fit for everyone
else's ears but mine.

Well, I shouldn't be surprised.

The truth is...

Father Brown helped Rex
recover some... photographs.

And you couldn't tell
me that because...?

Because we didn't
want to disappoint you.

Cos the other
party involved was,

I'm sorry to say...

married.

Not...

Not Lana Turner.
There have been rumors.

My lips are sealed.

And I know I can rely on you to
be the soul of discretion, Mrs M -

after all, you're
not one to gossip.

Sidney.

- Virginia.
- Henry!

Argh!

What kept you?

I had to wait for
reinforcements.