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It wasn't me.

They know who did it.

So who was it, then?

25 years of matrimony. A
most commendable milestone.

I agree, Father. Even if one
does get less for manslaughter!

- I thought these two were broke.
- They are.

So how come they
can afford all this?

They had a little helping hand.

You mean... you paid for it?

I decided they
needed cheering up.

Daphne. Absolutely parched.

Thank you very much indeed.

We can't tell you how grateful
we are. Can we, Henry?

No.

I always like to take
care of my tenants.

Besides, any excuse for a party.

You will get your
rent, I promise.

You just keep growing
your beautiful flowers, Edie.

Things are bound to turn around.

What a pretty rose.

Not half as pretty as mine.

She still hasn't forgiven you,
then, for last year's flower show?

No.

My choosing Edie's flower
arrangement over Mrs McCarthy's

marked a particular low
point in our relationship.

She'll be gunning
for you this year.

Oh, dear.

That's come around quickly.

Here's to you, you
miserable so-and-so.

I spend my days with
YOU, what do you expect?

Ha! Lovely do.

Yeah, Edie deserves it...

for putting up with me.

You're right there.

That glass is
looking a bit empty.

Henry, how are you doing?

Yeah, I'm all right.

You're very much
missed at St Mary's.

Yeah, well...

If you do want to talk,
the door's always open.

Excuse me.

Mr Lee?

I'm sorry to interrupt
this happy occasion,

but I have been wanting to
speak to you for such a long time.

I'm sorry, do I know you?

No, but I'm hoping that you
will remember my son, Thomas.

You hanged him, you see.

Lady, I hanged 120 men and
women, I don't remember every one.

This is Thomas and this
is his sweetheart, Vera.

They said he murdered her,
but he never did, you see?

You do remember him, don't you?

Mr Lee, I have found out
that Vera's killer worked

at the same Crown Court
where she was a secretary.

He was someone important, you
see, and that's why they covered it up.

That's why I had to find you - I
need to clear Thomas's name.

Did he say anything to you?
Did he say anything at all?

He said what all the
others said - nothing.

Please, Mr Lee.

Did he mention a man called
Max? He's the one who killed Vera.

Max?

Where did you hear all this?

In prison.

I need you to tell
me what he said.

I want you to leave now.

- Please, Mr Lee! I'm his mother!
- Get out!

You coward!

Mrs McCarthy, what a lovely hat.

It makes you look like royalty.

If only!

Mrs McCarthy...

have you heard of a new
restaurant in Cheltenham called

Gerard's Brasserie?

I was wondering if you'd care to
join me there tomorrow lunchtime.

Well, I have a WI meeting.

The speaker runs a
cattery in Painswick.

Well, surely the WI can
do without you for one day.

No, I don't think I will.

But thank you for the
invitation all the same.

Ladies and Gentlemen.

Henry and I would like to thank
you all very much for coming,

and Lady Felicia, of
course, for all your kindness.

25 years sounds a lot.

Some of you will know it's
not been our easiest year

but we've stuck though it,
together, like we always have.

And, well, I think that's the
secret of a happy marriage, really.

So thank you, and
enjoy your evening.

What about Edie?

Red Lion, anyone?

Ready to sweep all before
you tomorrow, Mrs M?

Tomorrow? Oh, you
mean the flower show.

That's just a bit
of fun, isn't it?

Now, what can I do for you?

- About George...
- You can save your breath.

You clearly put him
up to that little stunt.

Mrs M, you've got it all wrong.

He did come and see me but only
because he was feeling nervous.

He'd wanted to ask you out
for lunch for a very long time.

He seems a jolly decent chap,
and I think he really likes you.

- Was there anything else?
- No.

Only that Gerard's Brasserie is
quite the place to be at the moment

and the Dover sole
is really rather good.

Your Cosmos looks
lovely, by the way.

Edie.

Tea's up!

George.

Mrs McCarthy, good morning.

May I have a word?

Yes, yes, of
course. Let me just...

Tea, Henry.

- Edie.
- Thank you.

Right.

You were absolutely right about
the WI being able to cope without me,

so I was just wondering if...

the invitation still stands?

Yes, yes, of course! Wonderful!

May I offer you a
celebratory cuppa?

Yes, all right.

A year ago we had
Henry's hanging work

and you were giving us
weddings and funerals at St Mary's.

Now we have nothing.

I was just sharing
out the work, Edie.

You're not the only
florist in the area.

I think we both know what you're
doing has got nothing to do with fairness.

Look, if you promise to
give us some more business,

I won't enter the flower show.

I think I can win the
competition without your charity.

Thank you, though.

Please, Mrs McCarthy,
we're on our knees here.

Henry?

Henry!

Henry?

Henry!

Father.

Hemlock?

That's what the doctor thinks, going
by Henry's symptoms and the smell.

How extraordinary.

Poor Henry didn't notice the
odd taste and drank the whole cup.

Probably because of
his excesses last night.

How long does the
doctor think he has?

Hours. A day at most.

The Inspector is
up with him now.

Father.

What a terrible
shock for you both.

Who could have
done such a thing?

Edie is quite understandably
wondering whether it was me.

- I haven't said a word.
- No need to, Edie.

I made the tea and
no-one else touched it.

If I was in your position, I
would think it was me too.

Padre, what a surprise!

Good morning, Inspector Mallory.

Last rites and a murder.

It's Christmas come
early for you, isn't it?

Right, George, with apologies,

I gather you made Henry's tea,
so I'll have to take a statement.

You know the drill.

Yes, of course.

And please search my house.

You don't need a warrant,
I've got nothing to hide.

I don't doubt it.
Thank you, though.

Goodfellow. All yours, Padre.

Henry, may I?

I'm here to offer you
confession and absolution.

No.

Thank you.

As you wish.

Have you any idea
who did this to you?

May I ask, was that your
first cup of tea of the day?

Yes.

That woman at your
party, Iris Lightman,

and the cover-up
she was talking about.

I never met a mother who
thought their child was guilty.

But do you think she could have
taken her frustration out on you?

It's possible.

Henry, while
there is still time,

I will do all that I can
to find out who did this.

I give you my word.

- Father.
- George.

Please don't tell me he's dead.

The Lord in his
infinite compassion

has given Henry more
time to say his goodbyes.

I've been praying for
some kind of miracle.

You get on well with
Henry, don't you?

When we met in the Red Lion a
year ago, I was a typical ex-copper.

Drunk, broken marriage, fast
heading for a hole in the ground.

Henry had just given up the hanging job,
so he wasn't feeling too great himself.

But he insisted he
wanted to help me.

He put a spade in my hand and
introduced me to the joys of nature.

The Good Samaritan, eh?

George.

Sorry about this but I'm
going to have to bring you in.

Why?

My colleagues found
hemlock in your house.

George is no murderer.

Well, it's not
looking good for him.

No, it isn't. What
do you think, Father?

Hemlock. Strange
choice of poison.

It paralyzes the body slowly,
but leaves the mind untouched,

which means it increases the
chance the culprit will be identified.

George would have known that
there are much more clinical toxins.

But if he was the only
person to touch the teacup...

Well, actually we're
not sure that he was.

It was Henry's
first tea of the day.

Ground hemlock is brown,
Henry's teacup was brown.

The powder could have been
placed in his cup earlier that morning

and George
wouldn't have noticed.

So in theory, anybody
could have done it?

I need to find Iris Lightman.

Her anger when Henry
refused to help her

expose the "Max"
character was palpable.

What about Edie, with
all her money worries?

She's hasn't exactly been all
sweetness and light, has she?

What did happen to all that
cash that Edie's father had?

- Vernon had money?
- Oh, yeah.

He made an absolute fortune on
the black market during the war.

I had no idea.

Sid, I've got a
small job for you.

I want you to find out
who Vernon's solicitor was.

Sidney, your nails are filthy.

You know me, Mrs M, always
happy to get my hands dirty. Ta-ta.

He's helping Edie
out in her garden.

Sidney Carter in a garden!

She needs all the
help she can get.

Which is why I've decided
to enter best bouquet

- in the flower competition on her behalf.
- You?

- You're serious?
- Perfectly.

A first prize could be very
good publicity for her right now.

First prize?

I did flower arranging
at finishing school.

I doubt you've ever
read Constance Spry.

No, I have not, and
neither has the Father.

Fortunately, he
and I are of one mind

when it comes to
the floral aesthetic.

Well, we will see about that.

Mrs Lightman! Mrs Lightman!

Father Brown.

From the party.

Did you see Henry?

I didn't get to see him.
The police stopped me.

But you knew he'd been poisoned?

Two policemen woke
me up this morning

asking me if I'd
been near his shed.

You must have been very
angry with Henry last night.

Why on earth would
I want to poison him?

He can't help me clear
Thomas if he's dead, can he?

No.

You mentioned being in prison?

On the morning they hanged
Thomas, I attacked a policeman.

- Oh.
- No, well,

I wouldn't have expected
someone like you to understand.

Look, all I know about
Henry Lee, all I care about,

is that he was the last person
to look into my son's eyes.

- Morning, Constable.
- Father.

Shame to throw away
such a handsome volume.

"For Henry,

"the greatest of hangmen,
the greatest of men. Ever, Max."

You didn't know that your friend
Max was Vera Blanchett's killer

until Iris told you last night.

You came home and
threw away his gift in disgust.

Henry, I am only trying
to get to the bottom of this.

Max was a senior judge...

..at the Crown Court where
Vera Blanchett was a secretary.

He took his own life...

..not long after I
hanged Thomas.

Now I know why.

George, this was found snagged
on the shed where you made the tea.

Got any ideas?

Yeah.

That woman that Henry had a
spat with at the party last night.

She was wearing a
cardigan, same color as that.

Iris Lightman?

- Is that her name?
- Thank you, George.

I'm sure we'll have you
out of here very shortly.

Of all the secretaries I know,

Jean is definitely one
of the most obliging.

Interesting?

I'm afraid so.

All right.

I did go to that flower
garden this morning.

I wanted to punish Henry
Lee for not speaking up.

Punish him how, Iris?

By hitting him with a spade.

- A spade?
- Yes!

But as I stood there
in that garden shed,

I realized it wasn't going to
solve anything, was it? So I left.

- That's it?
- Yes.

OK. So this is what
really happened.

You put hemlock
in Henry's teacup

and then set up George
Hammond for the crime.

I don't know any George Hammond.

Come on, Iris, make
this easier on yourself.

Where would I get hemlock?

How would I know
which cup to put it in?

It had an "H" on it!

Somebody else's name might have
started with the letter "H", mightn't it?

That was a risk you
were ready to take

because you're that
kind of person, Iris.

You're only two days out of
prison for maiming a policeman,

for heaven's sake!

This is what they
did to my Thomas.

You lot, you forced a
confession out of him!

Well, you'll not put
any words in my mouth.

Just looking for a
picture of your father.

There aren't any.

- Oh.
- Why?

I know Vernon was a libertarian.

I know he opposed
your marriage to Henry.

What's this about, Father?

I understand your father left
you a quite substantial sum,

to be withheld until such time

as Henry Lee was no
longer your lawful husband.

My father's money has nothing
whatsoever to do with Henry,

or me, or you!

- Mrs McCarthy?
- Good gracious!

Anyone would think you
were spying on those two.

- Why ever would I do that?
- I have no idea.

I fear I may have
found our culprit.

Upon Henry Lee's death, it
turns out that Edie is entitled to

her father's not
insubstantial inheritance.

Inheritance? But
that makes no sense.

When Henry was about
to drink that cup of tea,

Edie was begging me to
give her some business.

She was almost in tears.

Now, Edie Lee is a
proud, proud woman.

She'd never humiliate herself
like that if what you say is true.

I see.

Oh, dear.

That poor woman.

- Father?
- Yes?

I have to confess
that my feelings

were very hurt last
year at the flower show.

Ah, yes. I am extremely
sorry about that.

No. No, not just by you.

When I looked at Edie's
flower arrangement,

I realized mine would
never be as good.

And I think I've been
punishing her for that ever since.

That was very brave
of you to say so.

And God, I am
sure, will forgive you.

Thank you. Thank you, Father.

Now, I'll see you
back at St Mary's.

I just pray to God
we're not too late.

- Me too, George.
- Father?

Good Afternoon, Lady Felicia!

Good work, Sid!

- George!
- Father.

How are you, Henry?

Mr Lee, the good news is
we've got your man. Well, woman.

It turns out Iris
Lightman did this to you.

Popped into your shed first thing yesterday
and slipped hemlock in your teacup.

The one thing I don't understand is
why she's tried to fit up George here.

I've never met the woman, Henry.

Don't have any
thoughts on it, do you?

I saw her at the shed...

..this morning.

She didn't put poison in my cup.

Well, Mrs Lightman
didn't mention meeting you.

How come you've said
nothing about it till now?

It's the truth.

That woman poisoned you,

so why on earth would
you want to cover for her?

She didn't do it.

Right. Fair enough.

I'm done here, George.

- I'll stay here with Henry.
- No!

Just leave me alone...

all of you!

Iris has motive,
opportunity, previous,

and what's more she's lied to
us. We've easily got enough.

You've met her, Father.

- Do you think she did it?
- No.

But I don't know who did.

Why is Henry behaving
so strangely towards me?

I don't know that either.

But let him rest.

Haven't you got an
appointment this lunchtime?

Mrs McCarthy,
sorry I'm a bit late.

But I thought you were...

Inspector Mallory has
arrested Iris Lightman.

And as Henry wants
to be left alone...

The inspector's also arranged a
car to drop us off in Cheltenham.

Oh!

Oh, they're beautiful!

That is very...

I'll just go and
get myself ready.

There's no need. You
look delightful as you are.

At least let me change my hat.

- And I'll just put these in water.
- Of course.

Thank you.

I can't remember the last
time I was in such a fancy place.

Neither can I, Mrs McCarthy.

Bridget, please. Thank you.

I'm very glad you
changed your mind.

Now, I hear the Dover
sole is particularly nice.

- Ah, Sid.
- Father.

Bon appetit.

Well, I wouldn't want Mrs
M's flan going to waste,

what with her being
otherwise engaged, you know.

Oh! How lovely.

"If I had a flower for
every time I thought of you,

"I could walk through
my garden forever."

- Quite the poet, old George.
- No.

That's Tennyson.

Oh, dear. - What?

I fear Mrs McCarthy is
having lunch with a murderer.

You're kidding.

Let's just pray she's
careful what she says.

All I know is, a man named
Max murdered a girl called Vera.

Well, anyway, that's what
this Iris woman told Henry.

George?

Are you all right?

Yes. Yes, I'm fine.

- Well, I'll just visit the powder room.
- Of course.

You sure Mrs
McCarthy's in danger?

George may well
have poisoned Henry

to stop him revealing that
he killed Vera Blanchett.

- And if George did that to Henry...
- Exactly.

Oh, that looks lovely.

I've taken the liberty of
pouring you some wine.

Oh! Why not?

Here's to you,
Bridget, and to Henry.

Of course. To poor Henry.

Oh, It's quite sharp.
Maybe even a little bitter.

- Try the fish.
- Yes.

Mrs McCarthy.

- What are you...
- George.

What on earth is going on?!

I'm afraid there has
been a fire at St Mary's.

A fire!

Now, the Fire Brigade have it
under control, Mrs McCarthy,

but I need you to go back with
Sid and sort out a few things.

- But I haven't even started my dinner.
- I'm so sorry.

But all things considered, I
think we've had a lucky escape.

- Right. Shall we?
- The Rolls, Mrs M?

Why didn't you just
telephone the restaurant?

The line was engaged.

There isn't really a fire
at St Mary's, is there?

George is Max.

Well, I think I had better
get back, just, just in case...

Good idea.

I hope we can do
this again, Bridget?

Oh, yes! Of course!

I'd like to eat this fish but I
don't think it would be safe.

I know you killed
Vera Blanchett...

..and let an innocent
boy swing for it.

I don't know what you're
talking about, Father.

Your work took you to
the Crown Court regularly.

That's where you met Vera.
She was young, impressionable.

You were a Detective Sergeant.

How could she refuse you?

But she did.

And that's when it went
horribly, horribly wrong.

I presume Max is
your middle name.

If you leave this restaurant
I will call the police.

Was it your idea to pin
Vera's murder onto Thomas?

It was my boss's
idea, and his boss's.

To protect their reputation and
the "good name" of the police?

But I did nothing to stop them!

Did you poison Henry too?

What? No!

Surely he needed to be silenced.

Thanks to Iris he knew
that you were Vera's killer.

But I only just found that
out from Mrs McCarthy.

Father, I have done some
monstrous things in my time

but believe me, I would never,
ever harm Henry or Mrs McCarthy.

Mm.

In the time I have known you,

I have always sensed you
wanted to be a good man.

Do you want what happened to
Thomas to ever happen again?

Of course not.

Then go to Inspector Mallory,

confess your crime and
expose your superiors

and the corrupt system
that protected you.

Father, I'm not sure
that I'm brave enough.

I think you are.

God has given you the chance

to salvage some greater
good from your acts.

I strongly suggest that
you do the right thing.

Afternoon, sir. Is
the Inspector in?

He is, sir, yes. Go
straight through.

Thank you.

Oh, Sergeant, there's a man
outside, he's behaving rather strangely.

- I think he must be drunk.
- Is there? Right.

Thanks.

I've got nothing more to say.

- Mrs Lightman?
- Who are you?

I'm Max.

I am so very sorry...

..for what I did to
Vera and to your son.

How did you get in here?

I want to confess to the
murder of Vera Blanchett...

..and to my role in a
barbaric police cover-up.

You what?

I should have known it
was too good to be true.

Come now, Mrs McCarthy.

Not every man who invites you out
to lunch will turn out to be a murderer.

And I didn't even get
to taste the Dover sole.

It is the merest of consolation,
but I do believe that George

is repentant about what
he did to Vera and Thomas.

And I suppose that's why
he poisoned Henry as well.

I'm not convinced
it was him, actually.

How can you even question it?

His denial seemed sincere.

And I don't believe he
would have chosen hemlock.

Nobody in their right mind
would choose hemlock.

Plato did. Or was
that the other one?

- Socrates.
- Yes, him, exactly.

Of course. Of course!

And all because you
stayed for a cup of tea.

You are a genius, Mrs McCarthy.

Socrates chose hemlock for his
own execution, and so did you.

What?

Thomas Lightman showed
you that the justice system

you had given your
life to was corrupt.

Made you wonder how many other
innocent people you had hanged.

The shock made you give up your
job, the Church, and embrace the bottle.

I suspect you were looking for life's
exit door before you left your own party.

But when Iris Lightman told
you the name of the monster

who had caused you all this
grief, it was the final straw.

And you had to know George
very well to know that he was Max.

And you did, didn't you, Henry?

What is this?

I'm afraid this is the truth.

But you didn't want
your suicide to be in vain,

you wanted justice
for Vera and Thomas.

But the problem was,
you didn't trust the police

to deal with their
own corruption.

So you had to put George
on the scaffold yourself.

So you left traces of
hemlock in George's house

and kept the rest with you.

Then when Mrs McCarthy came
to the garden, you put it in your tea,

knowing that she would
confirm George had made it.

George Hammond did this to me.

That's what you want
the police to believe.

And that's why
you protected Iris.

Don't worry, Henry.

As I speak, George
is in the Police Station,

confessing to the murder of
Vera. You will get your justice.

One question.

When you heard the name Max,
why were you certain that was George?

Thomas told me that Vera
was killed by a policeman.

Will I go to hell
for this, Father?

Jesus commanded us not to judge.

God will have
the final judgment.

But I tell you this...

Not for one second
has He left your side.

I've just been on the phone
to the Chief Constable.

- You're free to go.
- What?

- You can't do this.
- I'm just following orders.

I'm not going.

You know what I think,
Detective Inspector?

That a bent copper is
worse than any criminal.

That you should swing
and heads should roll.

But it's not me
who decides, is it?

It can be, if you want it to be.

Look, I'll get Goodfellow
to throw you out if I have to.

Inspector Mallory, if
you do not charge me

with the murder
of Vera Blanchett,

then I will add your name to the
list that I give to the newspapers

of all the coppers involved
in this sordid business.

And as the roof of this
constabulary comes crashing down,

you too will be buried forever.

Thank you.

I'm sorry that I've ended up...

..bringing you down with me.

At this moment I just
want to come with you.

No, Edie, you
must stay and fight.

Your father's money...

..I want you to take it.

- What? No. Don't ask that.
- Please.

Henry.

Keeping our business alive...

..that will be...
keeping us alive.

Thank you.

You are the best thing...
that ever happened...

..in my life.

Oh, Henry.

Edie.

"The stream will cease to flow.

"The wind will cease to blow.

"The clouds will cease to fleet.

"The heart will cease to beat.

"For all things must die."

Henry chose hemlock.

He wanted to say a
proper goodbye to Edie.

Come on, Sid, we've got a
competition to win for Edie.

The flower show!

I forgot all about that.

- Lady Felicia?
- Yes, Mrs M?

I was wondering if you might like
one or two suggestions from me

as to which flowers might
catch Father Brown's eye?

I thought you wanted to
win the trophy for yourself?

Yes, well, I've had
a change of heart.

Thank you.

The winner!

For Edie Lee.

The grower of the best flowers
in the whole of the Cotswolds!

And next Monday,

I will be hiring Edie as the
florist for the Websters' wedding.

Excellent.

You look relieved, Father.

That was the toughest yet.

Thanks for the steer.

Anything for a
peaceful life, eh?

Partners in crime.
Who'd have thought it?

You know what, when
those two get together,

they really are a
deadly combination.

Of course the real reason we won

is because I knew exactly which
blooms Father Brown favored.

What rot! If I hadn't
been to finishing school,

the whole thing would have
been an unmitigated disaster!