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Another one.

Thank you.

Can I pay for your drink?

I hate to see a
lady in distress.

You are very sweet,

but I don't think that
would be appropriate.

Why ever not?

Not that the swine
remembered our anniversary.

An unforgivable oversight.

Isn't it strange,
don't you think,

how some people find it hard to
treasure what they already have?

That's an excellent
question, Mr...?

Fenthorpe. Harry.

Philippa Thubron.

A beautiful name.

It's ghastly. You
can call me Pippa.

In which case, Pippa...

..I won't tell if you won't.

Ah! Champagne!

Shh.

I thought you said your
husband was away on business?

He is, but I don't want to
wake the new housekeeper.

I get the feeling
she's a bit of a prude.

Happy anniversary!

Sorry.

I think I've had a
little too much to drink.

I wish you the
sweetest of dreams.

And that's when my wife
happened to walk into the shed.

Ah.

Well.

In that case.

Deinde ego te absolvo a
peccatis tuis in nomine Patris,

et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

I think... perhaps
a visit to the doctor.

Just in case.

Anyone else?

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

It has been so long
since my last confession,

I can't really remember
how all this works.

Hercule.

Are you here to
confess your sins?

Well, why else would
I have come, Father?

Very well.

You had better make a start,
else we shall both be here

until the last trumpet sounds.

Touche.

Very well, I shall
cut to the chase.

I seek your assistance.

To help you back to God?

To catch a thief.

One who specializes
in religious antiquities.

You seek my assistance
to help catch yourself?

Not me! Another thief.

Goes by the name of
Alexander Romanici.

I've never heard of him.

But I imagine you have
heard of the 15th-century chest

depicting the
Stations of the Cross

that went missing from a private
collection in Naples last month.

A collection protected
by a 24-hour armed guard.

I assumed that was you.

Flattering, but no.

Alexander Romanici appeared
from nowhere a few months ago

and has already gained a
reputation for daring heists

pulled off with aplomb.

And you do not
relish the competition?

Alexander Romanici has a very
annoying habit of getting there first.

Why should I help
you capture this thief,

when your only motivation is to
commit the same crimes yourself?

Surely, Father, you
should leap at any chance

to guide a sinner
towards redemption?

If that means a
period of incarceration

so they may better reflect
on their life choices, then...

By the same logic, I should
turn you over to the authorities.

I am a lost cause,
Father, you know that.

I do not believe in
hopeless causes.

The Lord gives eternal hope.

Think of these precious
artifacts, Father.

How do we know that
Alexander Romanici

treats them with the
same care that I do?

Hercule, if you do
not wish to repent,

would you be so kind as
to vacate the confessional,

so someone else can
seek forgiveness from God?

Or perhaps you would prefer
that I called for Inspector Mallory?

Patience is a virtue, Father.
I'm getting to my point.

You see, my research
found no trace of anyone

with the name
Alexander Romanici.

There were, however,
clues at each crime scene

as to Romanici's true identity.

A thread of dark hair.

A single smudge on a wine glass.

The lingering scent of perfume.

Perfume?

A distinctive scent.

One I recognized instantly.

- Come to bed.
- Wake up!

Just a minute. I just need...

Your new housekeeper?
What does she look like?

It was the name, however,
that confirmed my suspicions.

Alexander Romanici.

It is an anagram.

Marianne Delacroix.

It appears my daughter
is trying to punish me

for refusing her
request to join forces.

Ah.

And, presumably,
the small matter

of being absent for the
first 20 years of her life.

There is that.

I take it you are still not keen
on her joining the family firm?

She has already stolen from
some very dangerous people.

She is playing with fire.

Would you prefer
she were in jail?

Perhaps there is another way.

Now, she won't listen to
me, obviously, but you...

Please, Father.

I understand her
desire for vengeance.

But I am afraid she will
take this game too far.

Now, I may not have
been the best role model,

but I do not want
tragedy to befall her.

If we can find a way of
getting you two face-to-face,

and in doing so prove that it's only
a matter of time before the police,

or worse, catch up with her...

You hope she will
reconsider her path in life?

Exactly.

Would it not be better
to lead by example?

It's a bit late for
that, don't you think?

I take it you have a plan.

First, we need to get Marianne's
attention with the right artifact.

Something she knows I
would like to get my hands on.

Father! Have you seen this?

The lost ring of St.
Edward! Can you imagine?

Found after... Well, it
must be hundreds of years!

Then we need to convince
Marianne to move fast.

The Ring of St Edward will go
on display at Gloucester Museum

this Saturday for one day only,

before being taken to
London for further examination.

Police are on the lookout for
notorious thief Hercule Flambeau,

previously thought
deceased, following a tip-off

that he is very much alive and
intends to steal the rare artifact.

After that, we simply
need to catch her in the act.

What will happen to the ring?

Why does it
matter? It isn't real.

It's a bauble I picked up
in a Parisian flea market.

Fortunately, the current curator
of this museum is ill-informed,

suggestible and often, by this
time of day, three sheets to the wind.

Don't you think your daughter
will recognize it's a fake?

Not until she
examines it for herself.

And by then, it'll be too late.

Do you think we will catch her?

Trust me. We'll catch her.

All we have to do
is watch and wait.

Hello, Marianne.
Glad you could come.

Who are you?!

Me? I'm a mug, that's who I am.

You can have the poxy
ring. Don't want it anyway.

I was only doing
what I was told!

By whom?

Alexander Romanici.

Tell me everything or I'll stuff
you and put you on display.

I was involved in the Cheltenham
Racecourse robbery, see?

Got a letter from
this Romanici fella

saying he'd grass me up if
I didn't do what he told me.

I had no choice!

Where did you arrange to meet
Mr. Romanici to hand the ring over?

Letter didn't say anything
about handing it over.

Just to pinch it.

Oh, and to give you
this if you turned up.

Said, "A fella with a beard.
He'll probably be with a priest."

To be honest, I thought
that last bit was a joke.

Time to leave, I think.

Typical!

Sorry again about the driving.
- Quite all right.

That one police car was
surprisingly tenacious.

Well, at least we
got home all right,

which is more than can
be said for that poor fox.

Father. How lovely
to see you again!

Father. I wish I could
say the same for you.

Did you enjoy your
trip to the museum?

- We simply wished to talk to you.
- Why bother?

You clearly consider me a fool

if you think I'd be duped
by that dreadful ring!

I could tell from the
photograph it was a replica.

Father, perhaps you could...?

We wanted to dissuade you
from continuing with a life of...

..illegal activity.

A tad hypocritical, don't you think,
considering how you spent your evening?

No, I have a better idea.

A contest.

A contest?

To discover who is the
better thief, my father or me.

What are the stakes?

We must each offer a prized
piece from our private collection.

I shall offer the Stations of the Cross
chest I stole in Naples last month.

You must offer up
the Florentine Chalice.

You told me that wasn't you!

Did I?

- Very well...
- I haven't finished.

The winner takes both items
and continues with whatever

activities they see fit.

The loser, however,

pledges to return their entire
collection to the authorities.

You must be out of your mind!

My collection is the
rival of any in Europe.

AND renounce their
life of crime for good.

- You are not serious.
- Oh, I am deadly serious.

The loser must pledge to do
their utmost to be a law-abiding,

decent citizen from
this day forward.

Refraining from so much
as littering in the street.

Impossible.

Don't you believe
you can beat me?

- Of course I can beat you...
- So what's the problem?

Very well.

And how is the
contest to be decided?

Good point, Father.

- Thievery is an art form, after all.
- Mm.

Father Brown shall be the judge.

He does seem to have a singular
understanding of the criminal mind.

Let him decide how
we are to be tested

and who shall emerge victorious.

I'm assuming, of course, you
trust him to be a fair referee?

There is no man I trust more.

Father, what do you say?

What possible reason
could you have for agreeing?

They have both sworn
to respect my decision.

Which means one of them, at
least, will renounce their life of crime.

If you think for one second
that Hercule Flambeau is going

to play by the rules, then you
have less sense than a flea, Father.

I have to say, I agree
with Mrs M. on this one.

I refuse to give up hope.

I believe there is a part of
him that craves redemption.

If there is, it's a
very small part.

And what of Marianne?

She is new to this path of sin.

If my involvement prevents her
from making her father's mistakes,

it is my duty to try.

Alternatively, and I am just
playing devil's advocate here,

you could lock the church
door with them both inside,

and call the police.

Oh, at least promise
us you'll be careful.

They are doing battle.
I'm merely the umpire.

Yes, but where
Flambeau's concerned,

events have a nasty
habit of escalating.

That is why I am so glad
that I can count on your help.

Oh.

I will set you five tasks,

testing the skills necessary
for your chosen profession.

Whoever completes a task first
will receive one of five chess pieces,

rook, knight, bishop,
queen or king.

Whoever has the most
pieces at the end, wins.

- And what about the chest?
- And my chalice?

- I trust you will keep them safe.
- Well said.

I wouldn't want my
prize to go missing.

- I've already chosen where to put it.
- Fear not.

They will be watched
over by an ever-vigilant eye.

So what's the first task?

This morning, I
hid the first piece

in the custody cell at
Kembleford Police Station.

Jonathan.

Sergeant Goodfellow has kindly
conceded that what happened

was an accident.

Your mother is
waiting for you at home.

Might I suggest that next time
you exercise a little common sense?

Father.

Or you will end up in
more serious trouble.

You have to retrieve
it without being caught.

You want us to walk into a
police station in broad daylight?

There is a chance the
Kembleford Constabulary

still believe you
are dead, Hercule.

Perhaps you could put
a sheet over your head,

pretend you're a ghost.

Oi! You all right there, sir?
I think you've had enough.

- Get off me!
- Hey, I'm only trying to help.

I don't want your help!

I think you need to
calm down, my friend.

Oh, do you?

You need to start behaving
yourself and get yourself home,

otherwise I'll have no
choice but to take you in.

Oh...

- Right, with me.
- What you doing?

- What are you doing?!
- Come on, you.

- Take your hands off me.
- Yes, yes.

- Let me go.
- What's this?

Nothing for you
to worry about, sir.

This one's had more
than he can handle, is all.

I'll put him in the
cell to sleep it off,

and I'll... deal with him
when he's sobered up.

- All yours, love. MALLORY:
The cleaner's off sick,

young Gladys here has
stepped in as her replacement.

- Come on, you.
- No, wait!

- Come on.
- Wait! Wait!

- Come on, in the cell. Get in.
- Wait, no!

Mrs. McCarthy, these
scones are divine!

Oh, how very kind of you to say.

Hercule, I see they let you out.

Just a slap on
the wrist, that's all.

Fortunately, they still
think I'm Bert Frogmore,

a local pig farmer.

I am glad you are exploring options for
alternative employment, Daddy dearest.

I would hate for
you to be destitute.

We have barely started, my girl.

What's next?

An hour from now, there will
be a christening at St. Mary's.

Afterwards, Mrs. McCarthy will
walk from the church to the presbytery.

The next piece will
be in her handbag.

You have to take it from her
before she reaches her destination.

No disrespect to Mrs.
McCarthy, but is this wise?

I mean, she is hardly the
most formidable opponent

if it comes to a
physical confrontation.

Oh, you'd be surprised.

Oh, thank you!

You are not allowed to touch or
harm Mrs. McCarthy or her property,

if you do, you will be disqualified
and the piece will go to your opponent.

I have no idea how you convinced
me to participate in this... debacle!

And as for you two...

..I shall not let go
of this handbag.

So you may as well give up now!

Could you not follow on behind?

Rules of the contest.

Everything will be tickety-boo.

All you have to do is walk
back to the presbytery.

That is easy enough
for you to say.

You're not the one being used
as a target for ruthless criminals!

Remember, they're
not allowed to touch you.

And anyway, Hercule
wouldn't hurt a fly.

What?

We will meet you back at the
presbytery in a few minutes.

And I will make you
a nice cup of tea.

Now, good luck!

You stay away from me!

Now, you have nothing to
fear from me, Mrs. McCarthy.

I simply wish to talk.

I am not giving you the chess
piece. I have promised Father Brown.

No, I completely understand.

But the thing is...

If I win, then my father has pledged
to give up his criminal activities

and I thought that you would
want Father Brown released

from such a...
corrupting influence.

Nothing could ever
corrupt Father Brown!

Ah, ah.

No, but you must admit

he does allow my father to put
him in some dangerous situations.

Why not help me to
deliver him... from evil?

No! No. I have given
my word and that is final.

- But...
- Good day... Miss Delacroix.

Oh, heavens above,
what's the matter with you?

No, you dry those tears.

Is it your knee?

Is that what you've
done? Oh, it's very bruised,

but I don't see any blood,
so no blood, no symp...

Come back here,
you little scamp!

Oh, Bridget McCarthy,
you are a fool!

That's what you are!

You have a bright
future, my girl.

Don't let anyone
tell you otherwise.

Good afternoon.

The Honorable
Penelope Windermere.

I need to have a peek
inside my safety deposit box.

Certainly, madam.

- Oh, sorry, sir.
- Watch where you're going, will you?

Congratulations, daughter.

You have exceeded
my expectations.

Why waste your energy
in patronizing platitudes

when you should be busy
planning for your retirement?

Ahem.

Yes, Father.

We need a tie-breaker.

So?

Meet me at St. Mary's
tomorrow morning at ten o'clock

and I will tell you
all you need to know.

And what do we do until then?

Perhaps you should spend your
time trying to resolve your differences?

I'd rather get an early night.

I anticipated one
of you might try this,

although my money
was on your father.

I was merely making sure
that my property is safe.

I was worried he might
have stolen it already.

Or are you concerned
that you may lose?

Lose? To him?!

His pride will be his downfall.

Yet there is fear in your eyes.

Hatred, not fear.

Tell me, Marianne.

What is the real reason
you laid down this challenge?

You know the reason.

To punish my father...

..for casting me aside...

..and to prove that I
am the greater thief.

What other reason
could there be?

Very well. In that case,
you'd better get some sleep.

You'll need your wits
about you in the morning.

"The victory bell soon shall
ring, for whosoever finds the king.

"Within this realm of
prayers and stones,

"it lies beneath
a pile of bones."

A bit Robert Louis
Stevenson, isn't it, Father?

Whoever finds the
location of the king,

will win the final piece.

"Victory bell..."

It's a waste of time.

If it lies beneath bones, it is
hardly going to be up here.

- The churchyard?
- I suppose it's too much to hope for

that one of the graves
belongs to a Mr. King?

Father Brown wouldn't have us
digging up consecrated ground.

Unless...

Help me.

Help you?!

This crypt houses some of the
bones of King Penda of Mercia,

a pagan convert to Christianity.

Perhaps there is
some cavity underneath.

If you help, we can move it.

And how would that
benefit either of us?

Or do you wish for us to
wrestle for whatever lies below?

I thought we might cross
that bridge when we came to it.

Perhaps this was all part
of Father Brown's plan?

To force us to work
together, find a compromise.

And what compromise
would you suggest?

I was wrong.

Let's join forces.

Keep our treasures.

Together, there is nothing
we couldn't accomplish.

This is a trick.

Natural that you
might think that.

I wasn't there for you
when you were growing up

and when I finally had the
opportunity to get to know you,

I pushed you away.

But, please, don't
let my past mistakes

ruin the chance we have now.

And if I were to agree?

We go together, right now, to Father
Brown and tell him the contest is off.

I know I don't deserve
your forgiveness.

All I ask for is another chance.

Come here.

This is all I ever wanted.

I know.

What are you doing?!?

Like I told Father Brown,
your pride will be your downfall.

This was never about you.

I don't understand.

The things I have stolen.

The crimes I have committed.
It wasn't to get your attention.

I did it because
I am good at it.

As for joining forces,

I am better off without you.

I always have been.

If you care so little,
why bother with all this?

Because I need your
chalice! That is all.

My chalice? Why?

Compensation.

The chest I stole, it turns out, was
the property of Vincenzo Murgida.

The head of the
Camorra crime family?

Murgida found out it was me

and he made me a deal.

I return the chest and give him
your chalice by way of apology and...

..I don't get chopped into
tiny pieces and fed to his dogs.

You intend to give
him both artefacts?

As soon as I retrieve
the final piece.

Murgida is nearby, waiting,
in case I attempt to run.

Marianne, listen.

These people, you think they
will simply forgive and forget?

Give them the artefacts
and they will kill you anyway,

- just to prove that they can.
- You're wrong.

What if I'm not?
Let me help you!

Didn't you hear me, Father?

I don't need your help.

Marianne! Marianne,
don't do this!

Where is it?

I cannot help you.

Why not?

You really think my
father plays by the rules?

Tell me where the final piece is

and you will go down in history
as the man who made the infamous

Hercule Flambeau
finally turn his back on sin.

The riddle contains
all you need to know.

"Within this realm of
prayers and stones."

The altar stone!

To remove the mensa would mean
the altar would lose its consecration.

No.

"Within this realm."

Somewhere nearby.

"A pile of bones."

Stand.

All this time?

Congratulations.

You have beaten your father.

And where is he, by the way?

Hmm, he has been
unavoidably detained.

Your superiority is proven.

Why now continue down
this road to damnation?

The chest and the chalice.

Now.

I am so sorry!

What do you mean,
"They are missing?"

Well, I must have nodded off and
then, when I woke up, they were gone.

No, this is a trick.

You and my father
planned this together!

Father Brown would
never do any such thing.

I gave you my word I
would be a neutral judge.

So where are they?!

Your father.

You said he'd been detained?

He's taken them, hasn't he?

It would appear so.

They are going to kill me.

Let me help you.

There is nothing you can do.

Murgida won't
stop until I'm dead.

Well, we will find your
father, and tell him why...

He already knows.

See what sort of man he is?

He would rather let his own
daughter die than lose a bet!

I cannot believe that.

He broke into my room upstairs.

Went through my belongings.

Probably checking
for loose change.

And now he has disappeared
with the chest and the chalice.

I need to get as far away
from here as possible.

Something missing?

A notebook.

You like a wager.

I bet you a shilling
that you wrote

where you are meeting the
Camorra in your notebook.

Your father hasn't cheated
you. He is trying to save you.

Who are you?

My name is Hercule Flambeau.

I have heard this name.

You are thief.

You are here to steal from me?

I am here on behalf
of Marianne Delacroix.

She was supposed
to come in person.

We had a deal.

Unfortunately, she
has been held up.

A problem with the local police.

Let me guess...
you are the father.

You have the same
arrogance in your eyes.

I wish to repay her debt.

To conclude the
business between you.

You have the chest
and the chalice?

- Yes.
- Where are they?

If I give them to you, how
do I know you won't kill me?

Or my daughter, for that matter?

You don't.

Ooh.

Hmm.

Your daughter should be more
careful who she steals from.

She is young.

She won't make the
same mistake again.

As her father, I take full
responsibility for her actions.

I respect that.

A father should look
after his daughter.

Protect her and, of all people,
I know how troublesome

one's children can be.

I give you my word that your
daughter will not be harmed.

Thank you.

You heard him.

The man wishes to
take the full responsibility.

Ooof! Ow!

It has been a pleasure
to do business with you.

When you are finished,
throw him in the incinerator.

- Wait!
- Do not beg for your life.

You'll only embarrass us both.

- Let me work for you.
- Work for me?

I am an exceptional thief. I
have contacts across Europe.

I am more use to you alive.

And what would you be
prepared to do for me?

Anything.

- Anything?
- Anything.

Get the boy.

We need to do something.

- Now!
- What?!

They are armed with
guns. We have nothing.

We have your car.

Go, get in, pump the
accelerator, and then start it up.

I... I don't understand.

It's a trick, taught to
me by my old friend, Sid.

Not very good for
your engine, I'm afraid,

but it may just save
your father's life.

Go!

Last night, outside the pub, I
caught him trying to steal from me.

I had not yet decided his punishment,
but you have helped me to reach a decision.

Daglila pistola.

Kill him.

Kill him or my
friend here kills you.

- And then we find your daughter.
- You gave your word.

The rules have changed.

The boy or your
daughter. Which is it to be?

I am a patient man,
but do not test me.

If you wish to save yourself
and your daughter, kill the boy.

Police! Stay where you are!

Only me.

I thought you might
need some assistance.

Father! You are a
sight for sore eyes.

You know I wouldn't
have killed you, right?

To be fair, I warned young Jonathan
he would get into serious trouble.

Learned your lesson?

But how did you guess where
Father Brown had hidden the artefacts?

I clearly know my
old friend too well.

He would never leave such
valuable items unsupervised

while there were two
master criminals about.

And there are very few people he
would trust to be his ever-vigilant eye.

Do you think Murgida
will come after you?

He probably thinks I'm locked
up in some prison somewhere.

Either way, I doubt he'd
feel it was worth the effort,

now that he has the artefacts.

Thank you for
your... assistance.

Still, I could have found a
way to deal with Murgida myself.

And, of course, this
doesn't change anything.

The bet.

You lost.

Excuse me?

I got the final piece.

We may not have the chest
and the chalice any more,

but the deal remains.

You must return your collection
and turn your back on crime.

You gave your word.

I did.

- And will you keep it?
- My word is my bond.

You might believe
me to be duplicitous,

but a deal is a deal,

and I would never seek to
wriggle out of my obligations.

I am glad you feel as I do.

There is one problem, however.

I knew it!

I do not dispute the
terms of the wager.

The issue is...

..I didn't lose.

I got the final piece.

Father, forgive
me if I am wrong,

but were your precise words not
"Whoever has the most pieces, wins?"

That is what I said.

Exactly! I have three pieces
while you only have two.

So you found some
duplicate pieces.

You really think we'd
fall for that?! Look...

This is all I ever wanted.

I know.

We had a deal!

Father, surely you agree this
doesn't count. I was clearly the winner!

This is the end. I
have more pieces.

Only because you
stole them from me!

During a contest to see
who was the better thief.

Oh! That isn't fair! Father?

This is exactly why you
must stop, Marianne.

Fairness and justice have no place
in the world that you have chosen.

You know what?

I release you from
your obligation.

The path you
choose is up to you,

but you shouldn't waste your life
proving that you are better than me.

There's no need.

I never doubted it for a moment.

Yes?

Please don't tell me
someone has died.

I have an appointment
at the dentist in an hour.

Nothing like that, Inspector.

In fact, I have good news.

A sinner has seen
the error of their ways

and wishes to return
some stolen items.

And who might this be?

Sorry, the seal of
the confessional.

Still, the retrieval of the goods
will prove to be a feather in your cap,

even if the culprit
remains at large.

The address where
the goods are being held

and a description of the
more significant items.

But these are...

How did...?

Flambeau! Has to be him!

I knew that sneaky
blighter wasn't dead!

I can assure you, Inspector,

that Flambeau was not
behind any of these crimes.

Not directly, at least.

And I can give you
my word that the culprit

has renounced
their life of crime.

I need to speak
to the Chief Super.

Yes, now!

Hmm.

Check!

Perhaps you should consider
early retirement after all.

Why should I? I won the bet.

Would it be such a bad thing?

You think my daughter has awoken
some long-forgotten goodness in me?

How do you know I didn't predict
how this would all play out from the start

and won the wager
by exploiting you both?

You are saying you
are as ruthless as ever?

Least think about it.

Eventually, we will all have
to face the final judgment.

And ruthlessness
cannot save you then.

Checkmate.

You have always been a
worthy adversary, Father.

One more... for old time's sake?

Well... perhaps one more.