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In heav'n the bells are ringing

Ding dong merrily on high.

- You are one cheeky madam!
- Hmm.

Good to see nothing's changed.

- Sidney!
- Hello, Sid!

We weren't expecting
you until tomorrow.

Yeah, I cadged a lift on
the diplomatic flight, didn't I?

How's Aunt Fliss?

Yes, she's good. Sends
her love. Oh, she's got news.

One for you. One for you.

And this comes with
strict instructions to open

before Christmas.

I hope this will go perfectly
with your sage twinset

for the WI Committee dinner.

The Duchess of Windsor
has an identical one.

Ghastly woman, but
there's no denying

she does have impeccable taste.

Oh!

I don't know what
they've been feeding you,

but you're all skin and bones.

- It's good to be home.
- Sit down. Sit down there.

Plans for the holiday, Sid?

Oh, you know, Mrs M's home-cooked
food, and a nice quiet Christmas.

Oh! Oh! That is... Oh!

Any idea who she is?

Well, the money's on Scarlett
Dreyfuss. December 1946.

The papers called it the
Red Riding Hood murder.

Did a Big Bad Wolf get her?

She was leading lady in
the Christmas pantomime.

Left after the dress rehearsal,
and was never seen again.

Next day, the cleaning
lady finds the bed unslept in.

And downstairs, there's
blood and signs of a struggle.

How did they know it was murder?

A local man confessed,

though he wouldn't say
what he did with the body.

Currently serving life
in HMP Wynchurch.

Well, that's something.

What a waste.

Have I missed something?

The pantomime's being
held at the Haydock this year,

so they need a much larger cast.

No chance. Spend my
holiday cooped up in a theatre?

No, thank you. Mind you,
Mrs M, you're the old pro.

Well, I was roped in
for Fairy Godmother

while on tour with
my late husband.

And I hear Father Brown
is quite the thespian.

Pontius Pilate.

I think I gave a
convincing performance.

The reviewer said
it was murderous.

Speaking of which,
remember this?

I spy the honorable
Penelope Windermere.

Quite the box office draw.

Let's pray she can sing and act.

They won't be
coming to listen to her.

I hope you don't
expect me to audition.

Douglas.

Douglas, shake a
leg and let them in.

And may God have
mercy on our souls.

Good afternoon. I'm Prudence
Bovary, the artistic director.

Leading players,
Rose Marie Sturgess

and Dr. Eugene Cornelius.

And my son Douglas - our
stage manager, actor, and pianist.

Aren't there a lot of you?

Right. Douglas.

Who are you reading for?

- Prince Charming!
- It's played by a girl. Next!

Next!

Bunty Windermere,
auditioning for Cinderella.

I don't think so, dear.

Sleeping in the cinders.

That's how I got my name.

Ever since my father died,
things haven't been the same.

Except mother bosses me
around. That's just the way it goes.

Like the ash in the fireplace,
she does get up my nose.

Next!

- Are you ready? One. One, two, three.
- Next!

This is Bridget McCarthy,
auditioning for the Fairy Godmother.

At the stroke of
midnight, please beware -

these things return
to what they were.

Your gown returns
to rags and cloak.

Your pumpkin is no more a coach.

But dance, be gay, perchance to meet
- a prince to sweep you off your feet.

Young man! How tall are you?

- Six foot two, why?
- Name?

Sidney Carter. Whoa, whoa,
whoa - I'm not auditioning.

No, I'm just here
for moral support.

Next!

Dear God!

The lights turn blue.
It is dead midnight.

What do I fear?

Myself? There is none else here.

Richard loves Richard.

That is, I am who I am.

Is there a murderer here? No.

Yes, I am. Then fly.

Who from, myself?

Thank you.

Yes, sir?

Tell me about Benedict Clough.

Benny? Nice lad, but
simple, if you get my drift.

Made a living making
bicycle deliveries.

And Scarlett Dreyfuss?

A newcomer, rather
racy for these parts.

Two ex-husbands
and a roving eye.

She must have
ruffled a few feathers.

She ruffled Benny's, all right.

He followed her round
like Mary's little lamb.

So when she went missing
he was number one suspect?

He was spotted bicycling home in
the vicinity with scratches on his face.

When the police turned up
to question him, he bolted.

And when apprehended,
confessed his socks off.

"I did something
bad to Miss Scarlett."

Tried to assault her. When
she fought back, he panicked.

Caved her skull
in with a doorstop.

Did he, now?

Why all the interest
in a closed case?

Because according
to the postmortem,

Benedict Clough's
confession was a pack of lies.

Fairy Godmother...

Bunty Windermere.

I know you had your heart set...

No, no, no, that's wonderful.
Don't you worry about me.

And you are...

Prompt.

An indispensable
part of any production.

Yes, yes, of course it is.

And Father Brown is... Daisy.

And so is Sid.

That's a mistake. I
didn't even audition.

And how can you have two Daisys?

I think there is only one
Daisy, but she's in two halves.

The house is all decorated.

Holly and ivy, and all the old
decorations, except for the tree,

which I'm saving
for Christmas Eve.

Padre. I'd say this
was a nice surprise,

but then I'd be
lying on both counts.

Benny isn't very
fond of the police,

so they thought it best a
chaperone was present.

Benny, this is Inspector Mallory.
He's not as scary as he looks.

Does he know when
I'm going home?

I'm afraid not, but I do
have some questions.

In your confession, you said you hit
Scarlett on the head with a doorstop,

which you then
buried with the body?

We found the body. And
there's no signs of skull trauma.

Or a murder weapon.

When arrested, you said, "I did
something bad to Miss Scarlett."

Can you explain what you meant?

- She said I'd go to hell.
- Nonsense.

God forgives everyone who
confesses their sins and tells the truth.

I had a delivery
for Miss Scarlett.

I saw her car in the theatre.

So I went in...

Bad boy! Playing Peeping
Tom on naked ladies!

I wasn't. I...

You'll go to hell for that.

I brought your nerve
powder from Dr. Cornelius.

Was it worth it, Benny?
Did you like what you saw?

There was no mention
of this in your statement.

Benny can't read.

The policeman wrote
it and said if I signed it,

then I'd be home in
time for Christmas.

Lying's a Ten
Commandment, isn't it, Father?

Number nine. Loud and clear.

What about in court?
Why did you plead guilty?

Ma said it was for the best.

Maybe I should have
a word with your ma.

She doesn't like policemen.

I'll take a chaperone.

Buttons, beware...

Buttons, beware...

The tree of truth
will hear a lie.

The tree of truth will hear a lie
and drop an apple in your eye.

Good luck, Buttons.

Is there a girl
you love, Buttons?

No.

There is! Is she someone I know?

No. Ow...

I think you're fibbing,
Buttons. Who is she?

It's... it's...

Too early! Wait for the cue.

Again, please!

Be a brick, Barbara,
and gather up the apples.

Er, it's Bridg...

I was expecting something
rather more festive.

If you mean the letters, I
write what he wants to hear.

Benny loved Christmas.

This place would
look like Santa's grotto.

When they took him
away, I burnt the lot.

What's the point of
Christmas without a child?

Scarlett Dreyfuss...

Was a succubus.

- Two Cs, one B.
- Thank you.

Any male was fair game, even a
child in a man's body like Benny.

Tell me about these other men?

Ask that amateur dramatics lot.

And then ask yourself why the
police didn't interview them at the time.

Mrs. Clough.

As you clearly believe
your son is innocent,

why did you get
him to plead guilty?

To save him from the noose.

A guilty plea in return for a
reduced charge of manslaughter.

Your DI Jones was very...

..persuasive.

DI Jones passed away last year.

I'm on the case now and if
there has been any irregularity,

you have my word it
will be investigated.

And you can keep your nose out.

This made you angry?

Yes.

And did you express your anger?

It's happening again!

That's another fine
mess you've got me into.

That's showbiz, Sid!

If anyone sees a cloak with a
hood, I need it for the forest scene.

- Ow!
- Sidney!

You look like a fairy tale!

It's a bit big.

Well, a few alterations
will soon fix that.

I read all about the
Red Riding Hood murder.

I suppose she was
a friend of yours?

She was a piece of work.

Translation - she stole the leading
lady role from under your nose.

I meant poor Douglas.

He was engaged to a nice WAAF
before she got her claws in him.

And that ghastly scene
at the dress rehearsal!

I can't. Not here. I can't.

Something tells me that you can.

You stupid, stupid boy.

You do know he's
engaged to be married?

Maybe he can make an honest
woman out of me, instead.

Then the flash pot went off,

and Douglas had one of
his episodes and bolted.

He'll marry the likes of
you over my dead body.

Episodes?

He had a bad war.

I was treating him for shell shock,
and he was responding well until...

Marvelous, we're a
wardrobe mistress short.

Think you can double
with prompt, Barbara?

Well, I'm not sure I'm
qualified, and it is Bri...

That's the spirit. You can
start by sorting this lot out.

The police need to
speak to us about Scarlett.

They're in the scene dock.

Well, you don't
think any of us did it?

I'm merely following
up on some loose ends.

And as Miss Dreyfuss was
last seen alive in the theatre...

Well, my husband
will vouch for me.

He most certainly can.

- Sir.
- Superintendent.

At ease, lads. It's
plain Mr. Sturgess now.

I wasn't aware.

This gorgeous
creature's my wife.

And how's retirement
treating you, sir... Mr. Sturgess?

As you see, she's roped
me in as Baron Hardup.

And why all the interest
in the Dreyfuss case?

A word in private.

Should I say something?

Say what, exactly?

You will say nothing
to the police, Douglas.

And we discovered he may have
been duped into signing it by DI Jones.

Who is unfortunately deceased
and thus unable to defend himself.

- But, sir...
- It's a can of worms.

You want the public thinking
we left a killer on the loose?

I'd call that a catastrophic own
goal for community relations.

Is that clear, son?

Perfectly, Mr. Sturgess.

On the subject of which,
we're still short on cast,

and I'm sure the public would
appreciate a police involvement

in such a community event.

Happy to oblige, sir.

Good man. Good men.

Found you some
volunteers, Pru...

Lucky for you, I've no
intention of dropping anything.

We can do some sniffing around.

I'm sure we can manage
seventh and eighth villager.

I'm sorry, sir.

Oh, you will be, Sergeant.

Oh, they're a lovely fit.

Here are your scripts, and we'll
see you at rehearsals tomorrow.

And when you're finished with
those, just hang them up on the rail.

Will you help me out
of my dress, sir, please?

I'm all a-quiver when
the moonbeams dance

That is the moment
when I long to dance

I can never close a sleepy eye

When the moon comes
creeping through the sky.

Is this what you
were looking for?

If you're a fairy, can you
grant me three wishes?

Ugh! Where did you find that?

In one of the costume
trunks. Is something wrong?

Prompt! Prompt!

Who do you think I am?
The genie of the lamp?

Is something wrong?

That's Red Riding Hood's cloak.

Dead woman's cloak. She
wore it on the day she died.

Very well. One. But be careful
what you wish for, Buttons.

- The tree of truth hears everything.
- Exit stage right. Lights down.

Something to share,
Mrs. McCarthy?

If she wouldn't be seen dead
in this, then I'm wondering

why was her address
found in the pocket?

I think you're fibbing,
Buttons. Who is she?

Oh, how wonderful!

Oh, how wonderful,
tickets for the royal ball.

Think of it as detention. There
might be something we missed.

And it's more productive
than writing out 100 times,

"I must not volunteer
my superior officer

for the part "of Ugly Sister."

Actually, sir, we did miss something
- or rather, something's missing.

Benny Clough made
deliveries near Scarlett's house

on the evening in question.

All were followed up
and statements taken.

But there's one missing.
Made by a Peggy Semple.

And she is?

No idea, sir. There's
no record of her locally.

- You sure it isn't just misfiled?
- No, sir.

You can see where the
staple has been taken out

and where it's been re-stapled.

Quite the Dr. Watson.

Good luck, Buttons.

Is there a girl
you love, Buttons?

No.

Ow.

There is! Is she someone I know?

No.

Ow.

I think you're fibbing,
Buttons. Who is she?

It's... it's...

Vulgaria!

What's the prognosis, Doctor?

Sadly, I am a doctor of
philosophy, not medicine.

I thought... your clinic...

I practice
psychodynamic therapy,

focusing on psychological
functioning and change.

Ah.

But I can tell you he's in a deep
coma and not expected to wake up.

Silly boy. It was his own fault.

He was in charge of
numbering the ropes.

But his head's been
all over the place since...

Since Scarlett's
body was discovered.

Forgive me for eavesdropping,

but I overheard him saying
he wanted to go to the police.

The night Scarlett
went missing...

..he didn't come home
after leaving the theatre.

Staggered back at dawn
covered in mud and leaves.

Couldn't remember where he'd
been or what he'd done, but...

..when Benny confessed, I
could see the relief in his eyes.

And then the police started
questioning his conviction.

Douglas was getting flashbacks
to the woods that night,

and he was frightened.

Of what he might remember?

I wouldn't have blamed him.

Douglas and Lizzie, his fiancee,
were made for each other.

She was even prepared to
forgive his... blip with Scarlett.

Idiot boy broke it off
anyway. "I'm not worthy."

Now I wonder if it's because he
thought she'd be marrying a killer.

I will pray for him.

Shall I take this
back to the theatre?

I expect they'll be needing it.

Of course, Father.

The show must go on.

How are you planning
on getting into heaven

if you're scared
of heights, Father?

I'm sincerely hoping there's
an escalator. What can you see?

They're all numbered and
there's a list on the blackboard.

Line 3, apple bucket.

Yeah, you were right,
Father. Up here it says eight.

I wanted to ask if you recognize
the name Peggy Semple?

She always gave me milk
and biscuits for the ride home.

You made a delivery to her
the night Scarlett went missing.

Not to Peggy - she's the
maid. To Miss Sturgess.

Peggy Semple is
the Sturgess' maid?

I had the wrong prescription
from Dr. Cornelius. She got angry.

She hit me.

Hey, you, wait.

It's the wrong one.

Well, this isn't mine!

Where's mine? Hmm?

Is it in there?

I ain't got anything else!

There's no need to get in
a tizz. Let's get you inside,

we can call the
doctor and sort it out.

Thank you Benny.
That's very helpful.

Does it mean I can go home?

I'm working on it, son.

Peggy left us years ago.

Got married to a drayman from Largs
and was off without a by-your-leave.

Do you recollect her account
of events on the evening

that Scarlett
Dreyfuss disappeared?

Would you mind explaining
where this is leading?

The statement is missing, sir.

And for one thing,
it could explain

the scratches on
Benny Clough's face.

I told you to stop
flogging that dead horse.

With respect, that isn't your
prerogative any more, Mr. Sturgess.

Friendly warning, boys.

I may be retired, but
one phone call from me

and you'll both spend the rest
of your careers directing traffic.

Do I make myself clear?

Good King Wenceslas looked
out On the Feast of Stephen

When the snow lay 'round
about Deep and crisp and even...

Now what, sir?

You heard the man.

Any more digging and
we'll be on traffic duty.

There is something
you could try.

You mean someone.

Think of it like Christmas
Day on the Somme.

The German and
British football match.

The German and
British football match.

No-man's-land. Different sides,
but playing the same game.

Then on Boxing Day, it's back to
knocking seven bells out of each other?

Exactly.

Lad seems barely
older than our John.

Perhaps you can get on
the blower to him upstairs.

Ask for a miracle and get
him home in time for Christmas.

You only had to ask.

Forgot my car keys.

Did no one teach you to knock?

Oh, you wouldn't believe
the gaps in my education.

Toodle-oo.

I think Douglas saw
someone in the woods.

And when his memory
started to return

they tampered with
the rope numbers and...

- Oh, Sidney.
- Sorry.

And why did Scarlett have Rose
Marie's address in her pocket?

Which leads us back
to the missing statement.

Retired Superintendent Sturgess is
starting to look fishier than Billingsgate.

What is he hiding?

I think I might hazard a guess.

Dandini, exit stage left.

Left! And thank you, Hernia.

Ooh, how wonderful.
Tickets for the royal ball.

Yes, and I hear the Prince has
the largest balls in all the land.

Ooh, you are a one.

Can we have that a bit harder?

Ooh, you are a one.

Right, there's going to be a change
of cast. I'm Hernia. He's Vulgaria.

If that's all right
with you, Sergeant?

Now I suggest we start
from Dandini leaving,

giving me the tickets
for the ball, yes?

Thank you, Prudence.

Ooh, you are a one.

Ow!

Do that again and
I'll... I'll box your ears.

You can't box. Can
she, boys and girls?

Oh, yes, she can.

Et cetera. Then pick up
from Hernia, "Show me, then."

Show me, then.

White heroin is my guess. You
can't get that on prescription.

And that address label was identical
to the one found in Scarlett's cloak.

Benny delivered nerve powders
to Scarlett. Yes, of course...

Care to share it?

Benny can't read. He
mixed up the prescriptions.

Naughty Rose Marie.

But this isn't mine.

And Rose Marie got Scarlett's.

Where's mine? Is it in there?

I haven't got anything else.

Cornelius isn't a physician.
He's a Doctor of Philosophy.

So the good doctor supplies
Rose Marie with something

rather more efficacious
than nerve powders.

The Superintendent's junkie
missus in possession of illegal drugs.

You can see why he'd
want to keep that quiet.

It's all starting to make sense.

Scarlett found out about Rose Marie's
dirty little secret and confronted her.

He'd be ruined if it got out.

That's one big
motive for murder.

Speculation, though.
You can't actually prove it.

Which means we're
back to square one.

There is a way. But we'll
have to wait till daylight.

Hello.

Well, then, is this our man?

Hello, old chap. You look
like you've been in the wars.

Does this look like
nerve powder to you?

This is all very
cloak-and-dagger.

The tree of truth. I
thought it rather apt.

Don't worry about
another accident.

Although why would you,
seeing as you planned it?

I've heard you fancy yourself
as the local Miss Marple.

Tell me why I would
wish to harm someone

as inoffensive as poor Douglas?

Because he was in the woods
the night Scarlett disappeared,

and saw something he shouldn't.

I take it you mean
me. Fascinating.

So in addition to the
attempted murder of Douglas,

you are also accusing
me of Scarlett's murder?

No. Not at all.

I think we both know
she died by her own hand.

Pray go on.

Benny mixed up
the prescriptions.

Rose Marie wasn't
your only addict.

I'm reliably informed that this is
cocaine - intended for Scarlett.

But instead she received
something far more deadly.

White heroin, intended
for Rose Marie.

Where did you find that?

In Benny's saddlebag.

He was arrested
before he could return it.

Benny made deliveries
for the whole village.

There's nothing to
connect that with me.

And if the police questioned
you, you'd just deny it.

And sue you for slander
for good measure.

Some would argue that the right
man was punished for the crime.

An interesting perspective.

If Benny hadn't mixed
up the packages...

Finally, someone
with some sense.

Idiot boy got what he deserved.

Rose Marie alerted
you to the switch?

Scarlett was vapid and greedy.
Wouldn't think to check what it was.

And if she believed it to
be cocaine and inhaled it -

the results would've been fatal.

When she didn't answer her
telephone, I drove to her house.

I knew it would be traced
back to me eventually.

It seemed expedient to
dispose of the evidence.

And that was when
you saw Douglas?

I could see he
was in a fugue state

and would have no recollection.

When the simpleton
confessed, it was karma.

The gods' way of telling
me I wasn't to blame.

Easier to let an
innocent go to jail.

Feed him and keep him warm,
and I doubt he knows the difference.

A being of no function
to society, whereas I...

You are a common drug peddler.

Condemning your victims to a
long, slow death of body and soul.

Desperate wives in gilded cages.

I give these women
a reason to live.

You give them a
reason not to live.

Dr. Cornelius,

an admission would be the first step
toward repentance and God's grace.

Fascinating as this has been, my
only concern is with earthly repercussion.

And as none of it can be proved,

at least I'll escape that.

Oh, no, you won't.

Behind you.

Did you get all that, Sergeant?

- Yes, sir, I did.
- Good. Eugene Cornelius...

"has been charged with
attempted murder, unlawful burial

"and supply of illegal drugs."

Oh, and Rose Marie's
in front of the bench,

which is a five-minute wonder,

but at least she's
getting treatment.

The doctors say I should talk
to him in case he can hear me.

I hope he can.

I don't want him to die
thinking he was a murderer.

Have you come to pray?

Not on this occasion. No.

Come in.

Hello, Prudence.

Hello, Douglas.

Sometimes love is the
most powerful prayer.

Fairy Godmother! Has
anyone seen Fairy Godmother?

We've half an hour
till curtain and...

I call that cutting it fine.

Oh, nonsense. Stage fright.

Honey and lemon
will do the trick.

Disaster. We can't do Cinderella
without a fairy godmother!

Who the blazes is Bridget?

- I am.
- She is.

I can't possibly.

But I have nothing to wear.

Welcome, good folk one and all.

Let me be your guiding hand,

and lead you through
this magic land.

Phew, sis, that was close!

It's behind you!

It's what, sorry?

Aargh!

Ow! You do that again
and I'll box your ears.

You can't box. Can
she, boys and girls?

Oh, yes, she can!

Oh, no, she can't.

Oh, yes, she can!

Oh, no, she can't.

Oh, yes, she can!

Right, come on, show me, then.

You said go left,
you always go left!

Mice medley, go! That's it.

Right to the other
side of the stage.

Good news. Benny's being
released - he'll be home tomorrow.

On Christmas Eve. How mirac...

Back on your feet, Hernia!
You've got the ballroom!

- Not in this corset, I haven't.
- Come on, sir, up you get.

Laryngitis? I suppose
you felt sorry for me.

Well, I do not need your pity.

Oh, typical. It's all about you.

Well, you knew that I was
worse than Pontius Pilate,

but you would have let me go out
there to the ruin of my reputation!

Yes. I mean, no, you were
making a great improvement.

Fairy Godmother!
Transformation scene!

Ask yourself this -
what would my aunt say?

Chop, chop, Barbara!

Nice work, Penelope.

Cinderella. You
shall go to the ball.

Let me fit my foot
in the crystal slipper.

You couldn't fit your
foot in Crystal Palace!

My gift to you of
joy and laughter,

as you live happily ever after.

Mum?

Oh, it's so good
to have you home!

I'm sorry I lied.

It just wasn't
Christmas on my own.

But next year, I promise
we'll make it the best one ever.

Yeah, next year.
The best one ever!

Merry Christmas, Mrs. Clough.

Do you mind moving aside?
This thing's damn heavy.

Merry Christmas!

We thought you could do with a
transfusion of Christmas cheer.

One turkey, fully prepared.

So all you have to do is
pop it in the oven tomorrow.

Merry Christmas!

Ding dong merrily on high
In heav'n the bells are ringing

Ding dong verily the sky
Is riv'n with angel singing.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Merry Christmas!

Gloria Hosanna in excelsis!

Pray you, dutifully prime
Your matin chime, ye ringers.