All language subtitles for Father Brown S08E02 The Queen Bee.DVDRip.HI.en.BBC

Morning, ladies! What
have you got for me today?

Oh, dear! Oh, that's not good.

Hello? Anyone at home?

Shambu, darling, could you...?

I am busy!

(SCOFFS) Fine!

Father Brown! What brings
you to my home sweet home?

Mrs. McCarthy's busy
baking for the church fete,

but she's run out of sugar.

May I possibly cadge some honey?

- Of course! Will you come into my parlor?
- Ooh!

Miss May! I have a
bone to pick with you.

- Morning, Father.
- Morning, Miss Slither!

Yet again, your wretched
bees have been in my garden.

Darling, bees are attracted
to fragrant, colorful places.

I don't think they'd
go in your garden.

Well, they've made a
nest under my eaves!

A nest? You jest.

I've seen it! I have
extremely good eyesight.

Indeed - you can even
see things that aren't there.

We could have a
quick inspection.

Fair enough.

Shambu! Could we
borrow the ladder?

Oh, uh, Hannah, dear, could you
help hold the ladder for Miss May?

Best not. I might be
tempted to shake it.

Hannah!

Ah! Well, Miss Slither,
you do have visitors.

A family of house martins.

Still, you did always struggle
with the birds and the bees.

It was an easy mistake to make.

(SNIGGERS)

(SNAP, SCREAMS)

(THUD)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

- Is she here yet?!
- Not yet, any minute.

She's been discharged.

Well, I've managed to make
the house spick and span,

though I'm not at all sure what
Penelope has done in the garden.

I am fagged.

Why do we have to
go to all this effort?

Because Miss May is a
much-loved member of the parish.

And a generous donor to St. Mary's.
(MRS. MCCARTHY CHUCKLES)

Oh, I see.

So she writes a check, so
we all have to tug our forelocks.

No! Well... yes. But
she is a very kind lady.

Look at the way she rescued
that poor boy, Shambu.

Dragged him from
the gutter in Calcutta.

(CLEARS HIS THROAT)

Shambu! Have you got
everything you need?

I think so. But there is one
thing that's worrying me.

Yes?

Well, my mother's
bed is on the top floor,

but she won't be
able to manage stairs.

I wonder...

(COUGHS)

I'll help. Always
happy to muck in.

Thank you!

For your information,
Shambu is not from Calcutta,

he's from the
province of Malpur.

Oh, I do beg your pardon.

I'm sure they have a much
better class of gutter there.

Oh, darlings! It's
so good to be home!

Do you ever go back to India?

I have never been.

Not since I was a baby.

That's a shame.

My Aunt Fliss says
it's a magical country.

You know, we're sort of in the
same boat, you and I, far from home.

I'm stuck in Kembleford until
I'm ready to spread my wings.

I don't think my mother will
ever allow me to spread my wings.

Oh...

I suppose I have to go and
be nice to the wretched woman.

Only because it fulfills your
petit-bourgeois sense of obligation.

I don't know why your mother
sent you to that university.

All you've learned is
how to sneer at people.

- Oh, sorry, Auntie Eileen.
- Hmmm.

I was going to take her a
cake, but I had a bit of difficulty

with the ingredients, and
it just doesn't look right.

I'm sure Miss May
will understand.

- Hmm...
- You put your heart into it.

Yes. It was made with love,
so I'm sure it'll taste delicious.

Now, there's sandwiches
and soup in the kitchen,

and should you need to
get anyone's attention...

(BELL RINGS) Thank
you! I shall ring it constantly.

Mother!

Oh, my sweet knight!

(KNOCKING)

Shall I answer the door?

Well, we could all just lie here
and pretend to be dead, but go on.

(CHUCKLING)

Oh, Miss May.

It's awful to see
you in such a state.

So, I've made you a Battenberg.

Oh, you really shouldn't have.

Unfortunately, I didn't
have any pink food coloring,

so it's all a bit
monochrome, I'm afraid.

You didn't have any
yellow food coloring either.

I mean, this is a
beige Battenberg.

Would you put it in
the kitchen next to that

delicious chocolate
gateau from the WI?

It's a very nice plate.

- (SOFTLY) Oh, thank you...
- And you've brought Hannah.

How is my favorite
little palindrome?

Very well, thank you, but I
hope you're not in too much pain.

It's sad to see you
looking so... helpless.

Oh, no, darling. Even
when I'm in a wheelchair,

I'm still in complete control
of everything about me.

My cup runneth over.

Sorry, she's just a bit
overwrought with university.

But if you need any
errands running...

Actually, I think I
may be able to help.

Bunty has promised to
give me driving lessons,

- so I can be your chauffeur.
- Absolutely not.

I've told you, you are not
allowed to drive till you are 21.

But that's ridiculous! I'm 20...

(BELL RINGS) Enough!

You are far too precious,

which is why I've invited
my solicitor around,

to talk about your future.

Falling off a ladder makes
you think about these things.

(GROANS)

If you're expecting a visitor,
perhaps we'd better leave.

Thank you, yes, it
has been a long day.

Don't forget, we're just
on the end of a telephone.

Yes. Ah, but not you,
Bunty. I have a job for you.

Oh, really?

How would you like
to commit a murder?

I want you to kill
the queen bee.

Whatever for?

Well, there comes a time when
the queen grows tired and old

and as she starts to fade,
the whole hive falls apart -

they know the end is near.

Now, in nature, the bees
do the deed themselves,

but it's an agonizing end

and I prefer to do it humanely,
with my finger and thumb.

Oh, gosh.

Beekeeping does seem
to be a brutal sort of hobby.

Oh, no, darling! Death is just
nature's way of spring cleaning.

Now then, you and
I are both queens.

Fabulous, flamboyant creatures

and those around us are
only too happy to serve us.

So, will you do it, darling?

(EXHALES HEAVILY)
I'll try my best.

Good.

Because Shambu wouldn't
dare - he's terrified of them.

Now then, you'll
need the smoker.

Nothing subdues those bees
like spearmint-scented smoke.

OK, bees. I mean you no harm.

Well... most of you.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Right...

(BANG) Agh!

Ow!

(PANTS)

So, the queen gets to
live another day, does she?

I couldn't even get close to
her. (BREATHES IN SHARPLY)

I thought you were
wearing protective clothing.

I was! But it think there
must have been a hole in it.

"The queen bee can lay
up to 2,000 eggs a day...

"attended, as she is,
by an entourage of chefs,

"nursemaids and other workers."

Well, Miss May certainly
has her entourage.

I don't know why she's
so hard on Shambu -

it's almost as if
he's her prisoner.

Well, she worries
about his future.

I suppose that's why she
invited the solicitor round.

Ah...

Oh, it's you.

Still carrying on with
your criminal practice?

Still getting away with it.

You two deserve each other.

Darling, you look dreadful!

Oh, darling! Well, so do you, but
at least with me, it's only temporary.

(CHUCKLES)

So, what's all this about
you wanting a new will?

Oh, no, not a will, a codicil.

An addendum, an amendum,
a grumbling appendix.

Are you on very
strong medication?

Oh, no, darling. It's this
business of Shambu's legacy.

I've heard too many stories about
precious jewels going walkabouts

from bank vaults, so I have
hidden it somewhere in the house.

That's really not a good idea.

I could store it in my
safe. (SHE SCOFFS)

No, darling, I've heard
too many stories about you.

No, it's safely stashed away, but
just in case the angels come calling,

I've written a message
to Shambu that leads to it

and I want you to
add this to my bundle.

But this is gibberish. What,
is it? Dutch? Double Dutch?

Shambu should be
able to work it out.

Well, this is all very, um...

Where do I put my cigarette?

Oh...

My neighbor's Battenberg.

Now, it may not be tasty, but
hopefully it's flame retardant.

(CHUCKLING)

Ooh!

Naughty boy!

How is your book?

Fascinating.

"On a given day, the
female bees all rise up

"against their
useless male drones

and slaughter
them, without mercy."

We could learn a lot from bees.

Now, I've made a
casserole for Miss May.

She won't be fit to do any
cooking for a while and Shambu...

Well, Shambu's a man.

Hello? (CLEARS HER THROAT)

Oh! Bunty darling!

No, you mustn't bring
that thing in here...

Oh, it's you! What
on earth are you...?

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(KNOCKING)

- Bunty.
- Hello!

I have bought you some
sustenance, courtesy of Mrs. M.

It's a lamb casserole,

so fresh it was frolicking
in the fields only yesterday!

Thank you.

(SNIFFS) Do you smell smoke?

(COUGHING)

Mother?

(COUGHING)

Mother?

Mother?!

Mother!

Mother! No!

(SPEAKING LATIN)

I gather the deceased was
released from hospital today.

Yes, she was.

Was she very ill?

Could she, perhaps, have
died peacefully in her sleep?

Doubtful.

There was a beekeeper's
smoker left on the bedside table...

..possibly by an intruder.

And, if you look into her eyes,
there are burst blood vessels,

normally associated
with asphyxiation.

My thoughts exactly.

Now, perhaps you can...

(LOUD BUZZING)

Are you all right, sir?

Is there a bee in here?

Well, quite possibly.

My old granny used to keep bees.

She said, "Be nice to the
bee, stay happy and gay.

"And it will fly
merrily on its way."

Did she? Good old
Granny Goodfellow.

Well, if this wasn't a crime
scene, I'd grab a newspap... Ahh!

Inspector?

I've just been
stung on the neck.

Can I make you a cup of tea?

Or something stronger?

No, I don't drink.

I just keep thinking
this is a dream and...

Just seen the ambulance. Has
something happened to Miss May?

Miss May has... has
gone to meet her maker.

Oh, no! Oh, you
poor, poor thing!

Hello. My car broke down,
and then I saw an ambulance.

Is everything...?

Beattie?!

So, who would want
to kill Miss May?

She was so funny and
friendly and fabulous.

Well, I'm never one
to speak ill of the dead,

but she had quite
a tongue on her.

And poor Miss Slither was
always on the receiving end of it.

But they were
neighbors all their lives.

Why wait 60 years
to silence her?

There's something
odd about Shambu.

When I arrived at the house, he was
rooting through the cocktail cabinet.

But then later, he
said he didn't drink.

And he was going on
about wanting his freedom.

Freedom is a
possible motivation...

..but would it not be easier
to simply pack a suitcase?

And then there's
Miss Slither's niece?

Well, she always struck me
as a very strange fish indeed.

And there was that
conversation she had?

Miss May said, "My cup runneth
over" and then she ran away.

There is another
possible motive.

Money.

Miss May was a
very wealthy woman.

She inherited her house and a
considerable sum of money from her father

and she spent ten years
working for that man.

The Maharajah of Malpur.

And she was in the
process of changing her will.

She'd invited her
solicitor round.

Oh, solicitor? Is that what you
call him? Well, I would call him...

(LOUD COUGHING)

Mr. Grunion?

Father Brown! Miss Windermere!

Mrs. McCarthy.

My condolences.

I understand you were
very close to Miss May.

She was a truly
magical presence.

I can't believe she's
now an absence.

If you don't mind my asking,
what were you discussing with her?

She wanted to add
something to her will.

A message, in code,

that would lead Shambu
to a valuable item of jewelry.

- Do you have this coded message?
- I refused to take it.

It was incomprehensible.

Ah, Mr. Grunion.
We're ready for you, sir.

Well, I didn't see
any secret message.

No, though there was a
still-smoldering smoker.

An hour ago, the
killer came in here,

wondering how to
get away with murder.

- That's odd.
- What?

The bee suit's gone.

Well, presumably, whoever
it was, put on the suit,

picked up the smoker, so that
if they were caught in the act,

they would be invisible.

Something else.

- What?
- The ladder.

Shambu removed it
before I could examine it.

And?

Well, I thought Miss May fell off
the rung because it was rotten.

But it's been cut through
- cleanly and deliberately.

Heavens!

- So you think that wasn't an accident?
- Indeed.

Who would benefit from
Miss May's departure?

Mr. Grunion.

- Hello.
- Oh, Father Brown. You, as well?

I was most surprised to be
summonsed. I can't imagine why...

(COUGHS) So... Shall we begin?

As you know, Beattie
had a theatrical streak

and so, she has recorded her
last will and testament on tape.

MISS MAY: Hello, there, my
darlings! Sorry, I'm dead. Ha!

But I have some mementos
from the other side.

To Father Brown, I
bequeath all my books,

as you're the one person I
know who could understand them.

Thank you, Miss May.

To Mrs. McCarthy, my supply of
honey, so you'll never run short again.

Oh! That'll be... useful.

And to Bunty, my
collection of fur coats.

Every girl should be able
to slip into some sable.

Gosh!

Now, to my neighbor, Miss
Slither, and her niece - £100.

For a new wardrobe or
possibly cosmetic surgery.

(GASPS)

Typical! She gives with one hand
and strangles me with the other.

To Shambu, I leave
the rest of my estate.

And I have an announcement.

You are not, as I have always
told you, the son of a beggar man.

Your father was, the
Maharajah of Malpur.

But your mother
died in childbirth

and your father died of
grief shortly afterwards.

He wanted you to grow up, not
knowing the trappings of wealth,

or the pressures of royal
blood, so I was sworn to secrecy.

But he does have a gift for you.

A diamond, as bright
as the morning star.

And I wish you all
the love in the world.

Goodnight, my dear
darling, goodnight.

(TUTS)

There is a slight...
complication.

Miss May wanted to give
me a message, in code,

that would lead to this diamond.

But I felt unable to accept
it and I believe it is now lost.

It doesn't matter - you've
got the house and the money,

but more than that,
you've got your freedom!

Finally, your life can begin.

Inspector! I'm in the middle of
confidential legal proceedings.

We, too, have legal matters
to attend to. Sergeant.

GOODFELLOW: Shambu Maier?
- Yes?

I am arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Miss Beattie May.

- You do not have to say anything...
- No!

..unless you wish to do so.

Anything you say may be put
into writing and given in evidence.

- This way, sir.
- No! Get off me! I am innocent!

Padre. Before you go in,

I must warn you to restrict your
conversation to spiritual matters.

Yes. Although, of course, I
consider all things to be spiritual.

Do you? Well, I see this young
man as a cold-blooded killer.

Having examined the house,

it seems he made multiple
attempts on his mother's life.

The ladder she used had been
vandalized, causing her accident.

Her whiskey had been
laced with laxatives.

You know, Inspector,
I can't help but notice,

you always seem to arrest
the brown-skinned people.

That is irrelevant!

We don't care if someone
is black or white, rich or poor.

- Innocent or guilty.
- Uh, Penelope...

- I'll wait in the car.
- Father Brown.

How's the pain
in your neck, sir?

Which one, Sergeant?

Would you like me to
hear confession, Mr. Maier?

- I just want someone to hear me!
- I'm listening.

The inspector believes
that I murdered my mother.

That I cut the ladder and
put pills in her whiskey.

- Did you?
- I did both of those things, but...

..not to murder her.
They were practical jokes!

Dangerous jokes, Shambu.

The thing is, she was holding
the ladder upside down.

She was supposed to step on
the bottom rung and fall over.

And the whiskey, I
did that weeks ago

and I was just about to throw it
away, when Bunty interrupted me.

Why did you do
these things? (SIGHS)

Because I was angry.

Because she would
not give me any freedom.

And now... I know she was just
keeping a promise to my father.

I believe your mother had
a dispute with her solicitor?

Not that I know of.

But she did have an
argument with Miss Slither.

How could you be so
cruel?! How could you?!

Oh, please, it was
a long time ago!

Have some of this...

What do you call it? Cake.

I don't want anything from you!

And mark my words,
your sins will find you out!

What did she mean?

I don't know.

My mother argued
with a lot of people.

Father, am I going
to hang for this?

Shambu, I will do everything
in my power to prevent it.

(KNOCKING)

Father Brown! Do come in.

It can be a shock to
lose someone close to us,

especially if we part
on unhappy terms.

I wouldn't say that! We
did occasionally have words.

But we'd always
forget and move on.

Some things cannot be forgotten.

Sometimes, our
sins will find us out.

Oh, dear.

Our little ding-dong must
have been louder than I thought.

"Ding-dong"?

Well, I'd gone round to see
if Miss May needed anything

and we got talking, about
the old days, the Great War.

And I said, how awful it was, all
those young men, forced to sign up.

And she mentioned that
they used to have a gardener

who was a conscientious objector -
a very brave thing to be in those days.

Only she thought that was wrong,

so she told her father,
who had him sacked.

And so, the poor man had no
choice but to enlist. And he did.

And he died...

..on a field in Flanders.

I, too, was in Flanders.

Many hopes and dreams
were buried in the mud.

And the thought that she
had sent someone there...

- I was furious.
- Furious?

Not so much that
I wanted to kill her,

though I can see why
someone might be tempted.

But we have to
forgive, don't we?

And say... nice
things... at the funeral.

Yes.

And on that note, she has
made a rather unusual request.

Per misericordiam
Dei, requiescat in pace.

ALL: Amen.

What can she have been
thinking of? Wear pink. Not black.

How can anyone express grief
looking like a... a chrysanthemum?

I think that's the idea.

She didn't want us
in widow's weeds,

shedding dreary tears
as we sung some dirge.

She wanted an ad
hoc cocktail party.

I had to dig this out, from right
at the back of my wardrobe.

But I'm glad that I did.

I'd forgotten that bright colors
can make you feel brighter.

Oh, well that's true.

Two minutes. And don't
try any funny business.

Oh, Shambu, it's so good to see you.
Albeit in unfortunate circumstances.

But I've just been on the phone to
my father, and he knows a solicitor,

- who...
- They're coming!

(BUZZING) BUNTY: He means
the bees! They're swarming.

Nobody move. There's
nothing to worry about, folks,

I promise you if we all stay
absolutely still, they will move on.

(BUZZING)

(SIGHS OF RELIEF)

Thank you, Sergeant!

You're welcome, Father.

My granny used to say that bees liked
bright colors, they found them soothing.

Thanks to Miss May's dress
code today, nobody has got stung.

Well, I for one, feel as if I've
been to the opera, not a funeral.

Hmm, in the beehive,
there is no time for grief.

When a queen dies, the nurse bees
make royal jelly for the next queen.

And the workers guard
the precious substance.

So, was Miss May killed for her
precious substance? The diamond.

Quite possibly.

If I had to put money
on who stole that code,

I'd lay bets it was
Ronnie Grunion.

By all accounts, he's more of
a swindler than he is a solicitor.

Well, we don't have the code, but
we can still look for the diamond.

If the killer is
looking for it, too,

find one and we
may find the other.

So the killer came in
here, with the smoker.

Just a minute.

If the killer was carrying
the smoking device as cover,

why leave it behind?

Good point, Mrs. McCarthy.

(COUGHING)

I know that cough.

- Hello!
- What exactly are you doing?

I heard voices and didn't
know if you were friend or foe.

And what were you doing in
the house in the first place?

I am, uh, I am responsible
for Miss May's estate,

and so, naturally, I was
carrying out a full... inventory...?

Hmm.

And what were you
really doing in the house?

Oh, all right.

It's this business of
the missing legacy.

Beattie can't tell us where it is.
Shambu may never get to inherit.

What if it's stashed in some
mattress and ends up on the dump?

So you did steal the message!

No, I did not!

But I know it was
written on that writing pad,

so perhaps she left a first
draft, or some kind of clue.

You mean she left an imprint.

(WHISPERS) How do
we know we can trust him?

We don't. So we
keep him close to us.

FATHER BROWN:
"My cup runneth over."

- Father?
- Erm, I won't be a moment...

(KNOCKING)

I'm so sorry, my aunt
is having a lie down.

No need to apologize.
May I come in?

Well, the place is a
bit of a mess, but...

Not to worry.

It must have been a shock for
your aunt, losing a lifelong friend.

I suppose it must.

- And what did you think about Miss May?
- I hardly knew her.

I mean, I sometimes
saw her around.

And yet, you implied you would
be happy to knock her off her ladder.

Only in jest!

You met her on the 6th of June,

at a tearoom near Tawny
Lake, My Cup Runneth Over.

Was that to discuss your
relationship with Shambu?

I haven't got a
relationship with Shambu.

But I despised the
way she treated him.

And at Easter, I heard Indira Gandhi give
a talk on colonialism at my university.

And it made me think of the
way Shambu was subjugated.

So, I decided to be brave
and I wrote him a letter.

I had a reply, suggesting we
meet at My Cup Runneth Over.

And I was so excited.

Only it wasn't Shambu.

Darling!

Oh, that dress is beautiful.
But it doesn't suit you.

What do you want?

To discuss this, um,
character assassination.

So I am a "quasi-imperialist
pedagogue." Goodness!

I mean every word.

I know you do. You're so
adorable and so deluded.

Shambu is not for you.

I'm sure you'll find someone, a dull
librarian. But stay away from my son.

FATHER BROWN: Did
you consider revenge?

I did.

But I'm nowhere
near brave enough

and I hope they find
the killer soon because...

Shambu could end up
with a rope round his neck.

So we've got all
the letters now.

"A, F, I, U."

Which spells, "A fiu
arrt fo souh ryygt..."

Blah-di-blah-di-blah...

Well, it could be an anagram?

What? With 64 letters? We
could be here till doomsday.

If there are 64 letters, then why
not arrange them in 8 rows of 8.

- Oh, any other little jobs you want
doing? BUNTY: What are you thinking?

Uh, well, a bee does
a complex dance

to lead its fellow
foragers to nectar.

Well, she's certainly
leading us a dance!

Yes, but this was intended for
Shambu. How did Miss May address him?

She called him, her knight!
Her sweet, precious knight.

I believe she was
teaching him chess.

The knight moves two squares
and then one square at right angles.

I believe we have to
negotiate these letters

as a knight moves
on a chessboard.

That's preposterous! There
must be millions of combinations.

MRS. MCCARTHY: I'll have you know, I
set the crossword for the parish magazine,

so if anyone can
unscramble an anagram, it...

Oh, wait a minute.

I think I'm seeing something.

"For you to find your fortune,
you must face your late father."

Well, we are facing
him. Handsome devil.

FATHER BROWN: Luckily,
no one else has been digging.

So, we are one step ahead
of whoever stole the code.

So what do we do now?

Dig.

Penelope! Will you
please bend your knees?

You're just storing up
trouble for yourself in later life!

Thank you, Mrs. M.

Could I have a look at the code?

I've been counting.

"For you to find your fortune,
you must face your late father."

That's 48 letters.
Shouldn't it be 64?

Um, what if we start the knight
from the other side of the board?

Ooh! Uh... "Your
late... father...

"has a gift... for you."

"To find your fortune,
you must face your...

"your fear."

Bees! Shambu
is terrified of bees.

Oh, no! This was
her pride and joy!

Who would...?

The same person who took
her life has taken her treasure.

What kind of barbarian could...?

Someone who was
deeply hurt by Miss May.

After all, she did
have a sting in her tail.

Not with me, she didn't!

At our last meeting, we
just sat and joked and...

..and stubbed our cigarettes
out on her neighbor's Battenberg.

Miss Slither's cake!?

It was mean, I know, but it's not as
if Miss Slither was going to see us!

(GRUNION CHUCKLES)

Auntie Eileen?

That's strange, she
must have slipped out.

Yes.

But we've just had the
most marvelous news.

- Shambu is being released!
- Ah?

My father knows a solicitor and it
turns out he knows the Chief Constable.

He gave Inspector
Mallory quite a talking-to.

Is your aunt aware of this?

Oh, yes. Sergeant Goodfellow
just came round to tell us.

Cup of tea?

Yes, please.

(WOMAN IMITATING MISS
MAY) Hello, there, my darling!

A first-class single
to Marrakech, please.

Hello, there, my darling!

A first-class single to
Marrakech, please...

FATHER BROWN:
Excellent impersonation.

Although, I think Miss May
would have something to say about

her clothes being strewn around.

MISS SLITHER: You are confusing
me with someone who cares.

That woman had a black
hole instead of a heart.

FATHER BROWN: She
had a very cruel streak.

And she caused terrible harm
to someone who you cared about.

Someone whose picture you
kept hidden for many years.

(SNIFFLES)

MISS SLITHER:
His name was Billy.

And yes, he was
their family gardener.

But he was also my lover.

(SHE SNIFFLES)

We used to spend hours
together, when no one was looking.

Only someone was looking.

FATHER BROWN: Miss May.
- Of course.

I never knew why Billy changed
his mind and decided to go to war.

Back then, he told me
he had to see the world.

But last week, I
came to see Miss May

because she was being vile to my
niece who has feelings for Shambu.

And I told her how precious young
love is and how heartbroken I had been.

And she finally told
me the whole story.

She knew that Billy
was in love with me...

- ..you're a coward!
- ..And she didn't just have him sacked...

You're never going
to get away with this!

..she had him humiliated.

(SHE SNIFFLES)

And with no job,
he had no choice...

..but to sign up and die.

And an hour after she
revealed this to you,

she herself... was dead.

An intruder went into Miss
May's room... with a smoker.

Oh, it's you!

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

FATHER BROWN: They then placed a pillow
over her face and pressed down... hard...

..until they didn't need
to press down any more.

And then, they took
the secret code...

..knowing that that would
lead to untold wealth.

And anyone could have
done that! You have no proof.

Indeed.

Except a small
detail gave you away.

There was a Battenberg cake,
with cigarettes stubbed out in it...

..on the bedside table.

Only, it wasn't there
when they found her body.

You couldn't bear other people
seeing her desecration of your cake.

So, you put down the smoker..

..and took the cake.

One... last indignity.

Well, she can't hurt me now.

I solved her code in
three days, you know.

I knew it was something
to do with chess.

Her sweet, precious knight.

And when a queen dies,
another takes her place.

So now it's my turn
to spread my wings.

A long way from Kembleford.

And will you pay
for your passage?

Oh, I think you can guess.

It must be a remarkable jewel.
Malpur is famed for its mineral wealth.

One thousand carats
and utterly without flaw.

Not quite.

If you look closely
there's a stain.

Beattie's blood.

And unless you repent,

that stain will remain
with you for all eternity.

Oh, you always
know just what to say.

Father...

..would you hear my confession?

Please?

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

- Oh, Miss Slither?
- No, darling.

- Not any more.
- Stop her!

(SOBS)

You mind your head as you're
getting in the car, madam.

Seems like
blasphemy, doesn't it?

To see that creature
wearing Beattie's clothes.

MRS. MCCARTHY: You were on
the point of stealing her diamond!

And that wouldn't be the first
thing you've pilfered, by all accounts.

Never too late to
repent, Mr. Grunion.

Shambu will need guidance
over the next few years.

I hope you can be
a good friend to him.

Padre. I believe a small
thank you is in order.

You're welcome. Oh, we have
an item for you to look after.

It may be needed as evidence.

FATHER BROWN: Bunty!

Oh!

I could retire to the
south of France with this!

Oh, but, Inspector, who would
solve all the crimes around here?

(ENGINE STARTS)

I do hope they both like honey,

because I have two
hundred jars of it.

Honey scones?

I think I see another
award coming, Mrs. M!

Shambu! Please, take a seat.

Thank you so much
for all of your support.

And... thank you...
for believing in me.

You're welcome.

Now, we were keen
to invite you here to...

Hello! I'm sorry
I'm a bit early,

- but I have a huge horror of being late.
- Come and sit down.

Me, too! It brings
me out in palpitations.

Oh, really?

As I was saying, we were keen
to invite you both here today

because you've both
suffered such terrible losses.

So, um, help yourself
to cakes and scones.

Oh, and to some of my
home-made lemonade.

Oh, that's very good...

Hmm, have you given
any thought to your future?

Not really, but I do know
that I want to keep bees.

Yes, I am scared of them, but...

they feel like my mother's
spirit watching over me.

Oh, that's a marvelous idea.
Bees are what keep the world going.

Pollinating all the
crops in the field.

And if you need any help...

(BUZZING)

(FATHER COUGHS)

Oh!

(CHUCKLES)

Apis mellifera. The bees.

(BUZZING)

ALL: The bees!

(THEME SONG PLAYING)