All language subtitles for Father Brown (2013) - S09E08.eng

Oh, hello, Sergeant.

- Sorry, did I take the space you wanted?
- No, Miss Windermere.

What you took was a bend
at 100 miles per hour.

Oh, I'd hardly call it
100 miles per hour.

I'll hear no argument.

You could've caused a serious accident.

So, I'm sorry...

but you've left me no choice.

Do I really have to do this?

When you use your family connections
to get you out of hot water

a voluntary penance seems fair.

I don't mind doing my bit...

but what if they positively hate me?

Just be yourself.

And if that doesn't work,
we'll be finished by lunchtime.

Father Brown.

So good to see you again.

Welcome to Langley Hall.

Thank you, Miss Watson.

Delighted to be able
to see Langley Hall at first hand.

Oh, well I hope it won't disappoint.

And this must be Miss Windermere.

Hello.

- This is my deputy, Miss Harris.
- - Emily, please.

Oh, well good. Call me Bunty.

Erm, informality is permitted of course

but not in front of the girls
if you don't mind.

Shall we go in?

The girls are ever so excited.

They almost never get any visitors.

Oh, well then I'm not sure a lecture
on etiquette and social comportment

- will quite meet their expectations.
- Oh, trust me.

They'll just be glad
to get out of workshop for an hour.

As you can see,
the girls are taught practical skills.

Mother-craft, laundering,
dress-making, and cooking of course.

Miss Harris' baking classes
are always popular.

It's all very useful I'm sure.

But may I ask about academic subjects?

A good question, Father.

One I've asked many times myself.

This is Miss Delaney,
one of our longest serving officers.

The girls receive regular schooling
and religious instruction.

We have a small chapel on the grounds
for Sunday worship.

I have to say,
I did expect the girls to be, well, girls.

The youngest we have are 16,
the oldest, 23.

Come, we'll show you the kitchens
and the laundry workshop.

Uh, have we got time though, Miss Harris?

Oh, certainly. The talk's at midday.

Miss Watson?

Perhaps we could allow
Brenda out to join us.

I'm sure she's learned her lesson by now.

Uh, Brenda has been confined

for fighting and telling fibs.

Her and Kate had a falling out,
but usually they're the best of friends.

I'm sure there'll be no more trouble.

Will there, Kate?

Oh. No, Miss.

Very well.

Promise me you'll be
on your best behaviour?

Cross my heart and hope to die, Miss.

Did you miss me, girls?

What am I saying?

Course you did.
This place ain't the same without me.

Kate?

Don't be cross.

I'm sorry we had a bust up.

I'm sorry too.

- Is that your breakfast, you mucky cow?
- Oi!

I do not appreciate being undermined

in front of our guests.

As for your conduct this morning

we will discuss it later.

Hiya!

I'm Brenda!

...Bet you've never been

in a place like this before.

No, not exactly,
but I did go to boarding school.

Dreadful food and draconian rules.

Ooooh. Well, I never.

Bet that cost a fortune too.

At least we're here for free.

- It's time, Miss Windermere.
- Ah, yes.

Girls! Take your seats please.

Miss Windermere.

I would keep an eye on your things.

Oh, thank you, Miss Watson.

Good afternoon, girls.

It's such a pleasure
to be here with you today.

My name is Penelope Windermere

and I'd like to share a few tips
on how best to present yourself in society.

Social comportment is a necessary currency
for any modern woman, from all walks of life.

Alright, I know it helps

if you're rather lah-de-dah like me.

But I've been far from lady-like
in the past, believe me.

Penchant for married men hasn't exactly
got me plaudits from the press.

Not to mention the alcohol, parties...

fast cars.

I could tell you a few stories,
that is for sure.

But I won't.

Erm, what I mean to say is,
anyone can learn a few social graces

and they may well give you the edge
over other girls when seeking employment.

You told me to be myself.

You certainly were.

Slovenliness is unacceptable, Brenda.

After lunch you're to scrub that stain out.

Yes, miss.

What a feast.

I love your bracelet.

Oh, thank you.

- Your jewellery's very lovely as well.
- Oh. They're not real I'm afraid.

Hm. I never would have guessed.

Have you lost something?

My compact mirror.

I must have left it somewhere.

Miss Watson?

Miss Windermere is
missing a compact mirror.

It was in her handbag.

I was afraid this might happen.

Girls.

Remain standing.

An item has been stolen

from Miss Windermere.

Hands!

Please, this isn't necessary.

I really don't care about the mirror.

Forgive me Miss Windermere,
but we cannot tolerate theft.

Perhaps if you appealed to them

the guilty party might...

One can hardly expect moral rectitude
from a thief, Father.

Officers, search their pockets.

Brenda?

It's here, Miss Watson.

I never put that there!

I never!

Brenda Palmer.

- I should have guessed.
- But I never took it, Miss Watson.

I swear!

- Someone must've put it in me pocket.
- A likely story.

Girls, you may take your seats
and commence with lunch.

Come with me.

I said I didn't do it, Miss Watson.

I hate you!

I wish you were dead!

Get out.

Father, perhaps you'll say grace for us
before we begin?

And to think I almost believed
some of the lies you told.

Well, I will not be made a fool of again.

Make no mistake, Brenda. This time
there will be severe consequences.

It's not fair!

The awful thing is,
I would've gladly given it to her.

It's not your fault.

Brenda's her own worst enemy sometimes.

- The girls really did enjoy your talk.
- Oh, good.

You're welcome to visit any time.

Perhaps I should join your baking class?

Oh do, that would be such fun.

We had hoped to thank Miss Watson.

- But she didn't re-join us.
- Oh. I don't think she's in her office.

- I could look for her.
- No need.

- Please pass on our gratitude.
- Of course.

Goodbye.

Brenda? We thought you might be hungry.

Miss Watson?

Miss Watson?

She's dead.

I'll... I'll call the police.

Where's Brenda?

Surely she didn't?

Well, I survived that despite the slop
they tried to serve us.

Bunty we should be grateful
for their hospitality.

As I shall be grateful
for a nice cup of tea

to take away the aftertaste.

Oh. That does sound good actually.

I'll be right in.

- Brenda.
- Sorry! Don't mind me.

Thanks for the lift then.
I'll just be on my way.

No. No, no, no.
Please wait so we can talk.

What for?

No one ever believes a word I say.

I'll believe you, I promise you.

I never pinched that mirror.

I didn't.

And now I'm gonna be locked up for longer
and it ain't fair cos I was already let out.

- What do you mean?
- My sentence was up last month.

I was sent to work in a house
for this mean old bag and her husband.

They made me work for no pay.

And then when I complained about it,
they walloped me.

So I ran away...

and then got in trouble again

and wound up back in borstal.

Told you you'd think I were lying.

No.

No, I'm just... I'm just thinking.

Brenda?

- How on Earth?
- I ain't going back to that borstal.

- Not ever!
- Brenda!

This is most troubling.

I know it's bad that she escaped

but it's not like she's dangerous.

I'm not so sure.

I just received a telephone call
from Langley Hall.

It's Miss Watson.

She's been murdered.

She was hiding in the car.

We didn't find her
until we got back to the Presbytery.

- And she just ran off?
- We couldn't stop her.

Thanks for informing me.

A murder.

Of all the days for Inspector Mallory
to take annual leave.

I'm sure you'll rise to the occasion,
Sergeant.

Excuse me, who's in charge here, please?

- I am.
- Then I think you need to hear this.

Brenda threw something away.

I dunno what but I saw her.

From the window.

Sarge.

A set of keys.

- Are they the victim's?
- They must be.

Miss Delaney and I noticed them
missing from her belt.

We need to find Brenda Palmer. Now.

Come on. Inside.

I can't believe Brenda would kill anyone.

For now I'm keeping an open mind.

I know what it's like
to be falsely accused, Father.

Yes.

I intend to stay
and find out the truth, Bunty.

But one thing's for certain

there's more going on here
than meets the eye.

I'm sorry but the girls
have had a nasty shock.

All outsiders must leave.

But might I not be helpful
in offering the girls some solace?

That's not necessary.

Miss Delaney.

Surely if a man of the cloth wishes
to offer support to the girls

we should allow it.

I suppose it's your decision
as interim Governor.

Excuse me.

Spot of professional jealousy?

I'm not sure any of my officers
relish my new authority.

Just most of them manage to hide it better.

But presumably Miss Watson
would have approved of your new position?

Of course. She appointed me.

I only ask because I saw her admonish you
this morning.

Over Brenda?

Yes. She felt I'd overstepped the mark
by asking for her to be let out.

She was afraid she'd cause trouble.

- Is that all?
- - Well it's hardly a trifle.

You could say she was proven right.

Then you think Brenda
could have killed her?

Honestly, I don't know.

She had a troubled childhood,
like many of the girls here.

But to be capable of such violence...

So...

Miss Watson's head struck the corner
of the bench with lethal force.

Perhaps more than once.

How awful.

I fail to see how these grizzly details
are any business of yours.

Well my business is the safety of the girls

and I think determining the killer
is the best way to ensure that.

Well, the police have already made
their enquiries, so if you don't mind.

Just one more thing.

When you and Miss
Harris discovered the body

was the door locked or unlocked?

It was locked.

Presumably to buy time
before the body was discovered.

And then the keys were disposed of
in the garden.

I see no reason
for you to upset Kate any further.

Kate.

May I ask you a few more questions?

I already told the police everything.

Please, I don't want
to go through it all again.

Understandably so.

Today has been very distressing.

And I'm speaking out against your friend
can't have been easy.

I had to say what I saw.

Of course. I need to ask you

which window you saw Brenda
throw the keys from?

I was upstairs.

Upstairs where exactly?

You see, I've checked.

And the point
where the keys were found isn't visible

from any window,
on any floor except the attic.

Is that where you were?

Yes. That's right. The attic.

May I ask why?

I go there sometimes.

To be alone.

There's a man outside!

Alright girls, settle down.
You're perfectly safe in here.

Kate, get down from the window.

Do you recognise him?

Well Kate's clearly lying
through her teeth about being in the attic.

Agreed.

And the inscrutable Miss Delaney
has barely let us out of her sight.

Well, at least Miss
Harris seems trustworthy.

Do you think?

I suspect that her conflict with Miss
Watson is about more than she's letting on.

With no walls to keep the girls in,
there's nothing to keep danger out.

Father Brown!

They've found Brenda.

It wasn't me!

- I swear!
- Miss Palmer.

- You fled the crime scene.
- I didn't.

I did.

I didn't know someone had killed her.

So why did you run
when my officers approached you?

I was scared.

That's all.

OK.

So, here's what I know.

A dozen witnesses heard you shouting
that you wanted Miss Watson dead

and one of the borstal girls saw you
throw the keys into the gardens.

Who said that?

- Kate Goddall.
- - She's lying!

You see, I think you took the keys
from Miss Watson.

- Because you killed her.
- No!

Miss Watson locked me up
and that is the last time that I saw her.

How did you escape?

Someone let me out.

I don't know who it was,
but they just unlocked the door.

Maybe someone wanted me to run away
so then I'd look guilty.

Miss Palmer...

You were angry at Miss Watson
and you lashed out.

You could make this all a lot easier
if you just simply told the truth.

They keep telling me not to lie

but then they want me to confess
to summat I didn't even do.

That's a terrible dilemma
for an innocent girl.

Which you are, aren't you?

You believe me, Father?

Yes, I do.

But there is much left to unravel.

I'm told you claim
that someone helped you escape.

So who do you think unlocked the door?

It could've been Kate.

Maybe that's how she knew
where the keys were.

But do you think Kate is capable of murder?

Maybe.

You two used to be friends until recently.

What happened?

She was jealous cos I got let out...

and then when they brought me back

she said it served me right
for making up stories.

So I whacked her in her stupid face...

...and then we had a big scrap
in the middle of the veggie patch.

We was covered in squashed tomatoes.

Miss Watson was livid.

Miss Watson's death was violent

but Brenda didn't have a spot of blood
on her clothes.

According to the officers,
all the girls have two identical sets

so, I mean, she could have changed.

No. She had a food stain
on her apron before the murder.

And she still has it now.

What about the witness
who saw her throwing the Governor's keys?

May I ask if you found
Brenda's fingerprints on them?

No. They were wiped clean.

Then it's the word of one girl
against another.

Yeah, but someone killed
the Governor, Father.

If not, who else could it be?

There was a young man
seen watching the borstal.

We didn't get a good look at him,
but he had dark hair.

He left a distinctive footprint.

And I've noticed tension amongst the staff
who all wear uniforms

and no doubt have identical sets.

I have to admit,
Brenda has no history of violence.

I mean, I can look into any
of the girls that do.

Maybe run some background checks
on the staff.

And what about Brenda?

She's suffered a lot of confinement
for one day.

Yeah.

Well, I'll return her
to the borstal for now.

But Father, if I find anything
that proves she's lied to us.

- I'll have to charge her.
- - I wouldn't expect anything else.

Oh, and Sergeant.

I knew you'd be good at this.

We're going to be late.

Patience is a virtue, Penelope.

So is initiative.

What are you doing?

I now see why the Constabulary
is so concerned with your driving.

I got us here on time, didn't I?

Miss Delaney.

Miss Harris said
I could join her baking class.

Of course. Go on up.

I sense we got off
on the wrong foot yesterday.

May I tag along?

So, we're going to make
the icing for our buns.

First, we need to sieve the icing sugar.

What?

Nothing.

Good.

Now gradually...

add warm water and stir the icing sugar
until it starts to thicken.

Erm Miss Harris, mine's gone funny.

Yeah, that's cos you used baking soda,
dummy.

Well at least I'm not
a stupid, lying cow like you!

Oh! Alright.

Let's not do that.

Brenda!

Go and sit in the corridor.

When class is over
you'll clean this mess up.

Go!

Permission to go and change, Miss?

Of course.

The baking soda.

You couldn't read
what was on the packet, could you?

Suppose you think I'm stupid?

Far from it.

Teacher at me old school did.

Called me a dunce...

and made me stand in t' corner.

- So, I hid a dead mouse in her desk.
- Good.

I would have done the same.

- Brenda, can I...
- I pinched a dress off a clothing line.

Yeah, I shouldn't have done it.

But...

I just wanted to look nice for once.

When I was 16,
I tried to steal a lipstick

from this posh boutique.

I still don't know what possessed me.

Daring, I suppose.

...Did you get in trouble?

They just asked me to leave.

Even now I'm getting away
with things I shouldn't.

That's sort of the reason why I'm here.

I'm sorry it's so unfair.

At least we got to be friends.

Yes. We did.

Miss Watson implied
the girls' schooling was sufficient

but it's only six hours a week.

I suggested we hire a full time teacher

but she wouldn't...

Who's there?

Kate?

We saw that young man yesterday.

Who is he?

Answer me, Kate.

She was caught with a boy before
but she wouldn't give his name.

Why would you jeopardise your release
like that?

Your release?

Miss Harris just granted it.

But perhaps she'll change her mind
when she hears about this.

Empty your pockets.

The horse's headdress.

We passed a carriage earlier.

Now what was written on the side?

Size ten.

A perfect match for the footprint
we found on private property.

Very private.

A borstal for girls.

I'm sure the police would be
very interested to hear about it.

Please don't.

I recognise you.

From mass.

Jim?

Joe.

Joe Randall.

I'm sorry, I know I was trespassing

but I've been keeping
out of trouble for ages now.

I swear, Father.

What kind of trouble, Joe?

A few burglaries.

But not since Kate got sent away, no, no.

We wanna do things right. We're...

We're gonna get married.

Now that old witch Watson's finally gone.

That "old witch" as you call her,
has been murdered.

Which would seem to be a happy result
for you and Kate.

That doesn't mean we did anything.

Kate implicated someone else.

- Maybe to protect you?
- - I don't know anything about that.

But you know
how to get in to a building unseen.

Miss Watson might have been alone.

Hey, hey, hey, I never touched her.

I'm not sorry she's dead.

When she caught Kate with me last year,
she extended her sentence

two months at a time.

Over and over.

She can't do that, surely?

Who was gonna stop her?

She did as she pleased

and if it wasn't for Miss Harris,
it would've broken Kate.

Miss Harris?

She let me see Kate in secret.

Yes, I allowed them to meet.

Did anyone else know of your decision?

Miss Watson.

When I said she'd
admonished me about Brenda

the truth is she'd just found out
about Joe and Kate.

She was furious with me
for my "leniency" as she put it.

To allow a relationship
between a young man and a borstal girl

may seem to some, too lenient.

Kate's 21 and they love each other.

And she's more than served her time.

So, I'm releasing her, today.

Miss Delaney found her a job.

A manor house in Cheltenham
have a position for a maid, apparently.

Brenda said something
about being discharged and sent to work

but she says they mistreated her.

Brenda. Yes, she was found a job.

Unfortunately she never turned up.

Just kept the train fare I expect.

Her prerogative of course,
but she was arrested again for stealing.

We still have hope for Brenda but...

she's a complicated girl.

There's a travel warrant in there
and enough for your train fare

plus a map and details
of where you need to go.

Good luck.

Thank you, Miss Harris.

I'll miss you all, very much.

- Bye!
- Bye! Bye! Bye!

It'll be your turn before you know it.

And next time, you
can do things differently.

You can take the job they offer you.

But I did.

It was a house in Gloucester.
This mean couple...

Brenda, you don't need to pretend with me.

You wanted a taste of
freedom, I understand.

You don't believe me.

Go on.

Be honest.

Do you think I stole your mirror?

It doesn't matter if you did.

I tried to pinch that lipstick once.

I thought you were different.

Miss Helen Delaney?

I'd like to ask you some questions
about the murder of Miss Cecilia Watson.

Questions?

You were arrested in 1934
for attacking your employer.

He required stitches for a head wound.

It was self-defence
and the charges were dropped.

You care to elaborate?

I was 16 and he was 60.
Use your imagination.

Where were you in the hour after lunch
when Miss Watson died?

I was doing administrative work
in one of the empty classrooms.

- Alone?
- Yes, alone.

Do you have any actual evidence against me?

We'd like to search your living quarters.

I believe the borstal staff
reside on the premises?

Let's not pretend you need my permission.

Now if we're quite finished, I'm going.

If you discover anything, Sergeant,
I would be very interested to know.

Likewise, Father.

I feel wretched for saying it

but it's impossible to tell
when Brenda's telling the truth.

I feel the same about Miss Delaney.

What did Goodfellow say,
about the search yesterday?

They didn't find anything.

But she's had plenty of time
to remove anything incriminating.

So, we are no closer
to solving this puzzle.

What if it isn't a puzzle, Father?

What if it was Brenda all along?

Father Brown?

I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go.

It's Kate.

I think she's missing.
She was s'posed to call me

last night, but I've not heard from
her.

She could still be settling in.

No. I spoke to Miss Harris.
She said she never arrived.

She said she must've run away. But
Kate would never do that, not without me.

That's exactly what
Emily said about Brenda.

That she ran off when she was released.

But Brenda swore she took the job.

It just doesn't add up, Father.

No, it doesn't.

And I fear Kate is in trouble.

Do you organise employment
for all the girls on their release?

It's one of my duties, yes.

- Do you keep records?
- Of course I do.

I have to inform the Langley Hall
Association of any placements.

Copies are filed in the Governor's office.

Is this about Kate?

You've heard she's missing?

I had an angry housekeeper
on the telephone this morning

saying she'd think twice about
offering another ex-borstal girl a job.

It reflects badly on all of us.

Do you believe Kate would just run off?

It happens more and more these days.

We try to give the girls
the best start we can

but not all of them choose to take it.

Now I'm sorry, but I really must go.

"It happens more and more these days."

P... Palmer.

I saw that in Harrods.

- Bunty.
- Sorry.

Brenda Palmer.

On initial release
she was offered employment in Stroud.

- She failed to arrive.
- Stroud?

- She told me it was Gloucester.
- Harrods.

Bunty, I think I've got it.

What are you doing in here?

Finding answers, Miss Harris.

The girls reported missing
hadn't run away had they?

They'd simply been sent elsewhere.

- By you.
- What are you talking about?

You send them to employers
looking for cheap labour

and then their wages
were sent directly to you.

Hence a costly handbag.

And you told me that your gold necklace
and watch are fake.

Are they?

Yes, and the bag was a gift.

As for the girls' placements,
Helen arranges them.

But you handed them their directions
in a sealed envelope.

It would have been simple enough
to alter them.

With Miss Watson out of the way

you could run this place as you pleased.

You could release girls at will

when you had a vacancy.

And who would listen to a girl
with a criminal past

when she complained of exploitation?

I swear to you,
I don't know anything about this.

I get the sealed envelopes from Helen.

I may be the Governor

but Helen runs this place.

Nothing ever happens here
without her knowledge.

The day before Kate left.

I saw Helen at my desk.

She ended a phone call
and closed a notebook

so that I wouldn't see.

But I caught a glimpse.

It said, "Mr and Mrs Webb, Gloucester".

- Thought you didn't believe me?
- I know.

We should have listened to you.
We were wrong.

I was wrong.

I never should have doubted you, Brenda.

Just tell us where we can find her.

And why should I help Kate?

Because she's being
mistreated like you were.

I don't know the address.

But I can show ya.

Can I help you?

- Mrs Webb.
- Yes?

What do you want? My husband's not in.

Not to worry, we're
looking for Kate Goddall.

You must have the wrong address.

Kate!

No! You can't go in there!

Kate?

Are you alright?

- I'm calling the police.
- - Good. I was about to do that myself.

- Are you sure you're alright?
- Yeah, I'm OK.

How did you find me?

Thank you.

Can we go now?

This place gives me t' creeps.

Of course we can.

Don't worry. You're safe now.

I've just spoken to Sergeant Goodfellow.
He's going to meet us at Langley Hall.

Tell them what you told me.

I had an arrangement to make cash payments
to Helen Delaney.

We should get back right away.

Yes.

I think a reckoning is due.

I told you I've done nothing wrong.

This way please, Miss Delaney.

Sergeant Goodfellow?

Wait.

Miss Delaney's right.

She's entirely innocent.

It's Miss Harris you should arrest.

Excuse me?

With respect, Father, it's Miss Delaney
who's been receiving payments.

Well, that's what Miss Harris
would like you all to think.

But it's Miss Harris
who's been abusing her position.

Exploiting young girls
on their release from borstal.

And her scheme was working well

until Brenda came back unexpectedly to tell
her tale and her ordeal in Gloucester.

I'll call you back.

Who were you talking to?

Miss Watson's suspicions were aroused.

And that's the real reason she
admonished you on the day of the murder.

And the reason why you decided to kill her

and frame Brenda for her murder.

Oh, this is absurd.

All you needed was an event
with plenty of witnesses

like Bunty's talk.

You asked for Brenda
to be released from confinement

and then you planted the compact on her

that you'd taken from Bunty's bag.

Promise me you'll be
on your best behaviour.

You knew she'd make a public scene

and be confined again.

You also knew that she would run away
when you unlocked the door.

The perfect scapegoat for your crime.

Then you lured Miss Watson to her death.

Where is she?

I locked her in.

You disposed of the keys

and then forced Kate
to point the finger at Brenda.

No doubt you threatened to report Joe
if she refused.

Brenda, I'm so sorry.

I'll tell them everything.

We both will.

Good luck getting a jury
to believe either of you.

As for the murder

what evidence do you have?

You're wearing it.

Around your neck.

The gold which you claim is fake

is slightly tarnished.

I suspect because it's been cleaned
with household bleach

to remove blood from the necklace.

But there's no proof, Father.

- The blood'll be long gone.
- Indeed.

But it proves the gold was real.

You couldn't bear to dispose
of anything of value

which is why you also kept your gold watch.

- I'm not wearing a watch.
- But you were on the day of the murder.

A leather watch strap flecked with blood
would have to be replaced.

I wonder, if your room were searched

it mightn't be found somewhere

tucked away.

Kate, grab her bag!

Miss Harris, I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Miss Cecilia Watson.

You are not obliged to say anything

but anything you say
may be given in evidence.

This way please.

I suppose I should congratulate you
on your cleverness, Father.

It's not often I find a match to mine.

Cleverness is a blessing.

But without compassion it can be dangerous.

Do you have any remorse
for killing Miss Watson?

Not really.

It wasn't personal.

She just got in the way.

In the way of your
love for material things?

We can't all take a vow of poverty, Father.

But to condemn those girls to it,
for your profit.

- How is that conscionable?
- Please!

I was doing them a favour.

Finding them employment
and a roof over their heads.

A pretty thankless task much of the time.

And yet you stayed.

Wasn't really the money, was it?

You enjoyed your power over them.

No more than I'd enjoy herding sheep.

Come on, Father.

You and I both know they're a lost cause.

I don't believe in lost causes...

only lost souls.

And if you do not repent your crime

then I fear that it is you who is lost.

Would you like me to kneel
and beg God for forgiveness?

Perhaps...

shed a tear or two?

Thanks but I think
I'll save that performance for the trial.

I hope in time you will feel guilt
for what you have done.

In the meantime, I will pray for you.

Thank you for a lovely service, Father.

It was my pleasure.

And can I shake your hand, Sergeant?

Thank you.

You're the one he should
be thanking, Father.

Nonsense.

You practised impeccable judgement
throughout.

And if I may say so Sergeant

you're wasted in uniform.

And not just a wedding to celebrate.

Congratulations, Governor Delaney.

I'm just glad I can finally
do these girls some good.

And we now have a full-time teacher
thanks to Bunty's generosity.

Oh please, I simply planned a party
and call it a fundraiser.

- They get to see you all the time.
- Oh, no, you're right.

- I'm being a poor friend.
- No. you're not.

- I hear you're eligible for release.
- Yeah.

But Miss Delaney says I can stay
till I've finished reading my studies.

...New teacher's dead strict though.

Calls me a chatterbox.

I hope you haven't put
a dead mouse in her desk.

No. Course not.

It were a live one.