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- How many more times?
- Two more should square it.

One.

Do you know what they did
in the Old Testament

to people who reneged
on their debts?

Stoned them to death.
Caved their heads in.

That's not true.

- Take a look.
- I don't need to.

- Unlike you, I've read it.
- I bet.

Cover to cover.
Good little Catholic girl.

You're just being a good wife,
remember?

Let me hear you say it.

I'm a good wife.

If you ever doubt that...

...then remember.

If I don't get what I'm owed,

I'll turn you from a wife
to a widow in the blink of an eye.

I swear it.

So help me, God.

Father Brown (2013) 1x01: The Hammer of God
Original air date: January 14, 2013

Good morning.

Two utensils per dish. Plates
at the beginning, napkins at the end.

- Savoury to sweet.
- Yes, Reverend.

Morning.

Father Brown!
So glad you could come.

How could I not? Rumour has it
you've invited half my flock.

Couldn't resist sharing my good fortune.

So long as you're not planning
on poaching any of my souls.

- Wouldn't dream of it!
- You're a wicked man, Reverend.

Just one moment.

Ah! Not there.
The petals will fall in the salad.

Looks nice. Like garnish.

Susie? Mrs McCarthy?
It's like I never left St Mary's!

Agreed.

The Reverend Bohun asked me to bake
some of my award-winning strawberry scones.

- So how could I refuse?
- And how can I?

Not yet! When the guests arrive.

Thought I was a guest.

Kluski z makiem I rodzynkami.
It's very popular in Poland.

With whom? Household pets?

Mmm!

I don't think so, Reverend.

- Simeon's very busy today.
- Too busy for scones and tea?

- Well, I've just started preparing lunch.
- Come afterwards.

Please.
It won't be the same without you.

- Yes, all right.
- Wonderful.

- So, what do you think?
- Hmm?

The new clock tower.

New roofing slates,
cast iron dials, brand new bell.

Kembleford will hear its first
resounding bellow at 3:00 p.m. precisely.

- Are you sure?
- What do you mean?

Well, it seems to be running
about ten seconds too slow.

You can't tell that from a pocket watch.
You're pulling my leg.

Wouldn't dream of it.

- What, a fry-up for lunch?
- I thought you deserved it.

You've been working so hard.

Oh, and, don't get too excited,

but I did tell the Reverend we'd
make it to his extravaganza later.

I've got three more jobs on.

I know, but we could afford
a short break.

But we can't afford anything,
least alone a fry-up.

Can we?

Look. Look.

I'm sorry. Sorry.
It smells delicious.

What?

- What?
- I'm just...

...just thinking how lucky I am.

- What did I say?
- Nothing.

- I'm just tired, that's all.
- Right.

You're not going to wear this
to the table, are you? It's filthy.

Better?

Coo-ee!

I am so sorry to disturb you.

I was wondering
if we could borrow some...

Oh!

- I'll put something on.
- Yes, thank you.

We've run out of plates.

I think we'll need ten or 15 at least
if you can spare.

I have made my award-winning
strawberry scones

and I expect them
to be as popular as ever.

- Thank you, dear.
- You're welcome.

Very much appreciated.

I shudder to think what I might have
seen had I arrived a few minutes later.

You must acknowledge that evolution
renders God superfluous at best.

No, on the contrary.

The majesty of life's tapestry
reveals the divine. It doesn't deny it.

You ought to spend some time with me in
the field watching insects devour each other.

Then tell me how divine
you think it is.

That sounds fascinating.
I love camping.

- Tell me when and where.
- Father Brown!

Talking of wildlife... Lady Felicia.

You appear to have something
nesting in your hat.

- Oh! You do tickle me, Father.
- I hear you're entertaining us later.

Reverend Bohun has insisted
I perform my Habanera.

- I'm sure he did.
- Polish delicacy?

- Award-winning scone?
- Oh, how lovely.

Seems my invitation
got lost in the post.

Ecumenical harmony.

Warms the heart.

Catholics and Anglicans
taking tea together,

pretending to be all chummy.

- Pretending?
- Oh, come on, Father.

Underneath it all, you think
the other side's going to hell.

And besides, all the pomp
and bluster of Catholicism,

it's all a bit silly, isn't it?

Norman!
Forgive my brother.

- He's entitled to his opinion.
- As odious as it is.

I, for one, find Norman's
candour refreshing.

As refreshing as a used toilet!

Oh, I do beg your pardon.
That was most uncouth.

Award-winning scone?

You're a vulgar man.

Lady Felicia,

I may be wrong, but judging
by your general demeanour

and the way you're looking at me,
I'd say I'm making you randy.

Elizabeth, I haven't seen you at mass
for a while. Is anything wrong?

I'm sorry, Father. Just busy.

I'm not chastising you.
Is there anything you want to talk about?

No. Everything's fine.
Thank you.

- You're supposed to be gone.
- I need more money.

I gave you ten pounds.
You're not getting a penny more!

You know
how expensive is London?

It'll cost you a lot more if you stay here.
I guarantee it.

♪ L'amour

♪ L'amour

♪ L'amour

♪ L'amour

♪ L'amour est enfant de Bohême

♪ Il n'a jamais
Jamais connu de loi

♪ Si tu ne m'aimes pas... ♪

- What are you doing?
- Come on!

You forgot something,
you vile, disgusting rodent!

You're finished, Barnes.

So this is where you hide
the good stuff, is it?

I'm cutting you off.

- Excuse me?
- Father left a clause in the inheritance.

It entrusts me with the purse strings,
including all real estate holdings.

I'm invoking it.

Do you think I wanted it to come
to this? You're out of control.

Drinking, gambling,
indulging your basest appetites.

- This is a lie.
- It's all there in black and white.

As is this.

It's not too late for you
to be saved, Norman.

Please.

Let us pray.

Is it true?

Oh!

All right?

Trust you to liven up a party.

Poker game still on
for next weekend?

No offence, but right now I don't need
the fawnings of a sycophant.

Where's the Reverend?
He's going to miss his big moment.

Ah!

Oh!

- Everything all right?
- I'll be fine.

Can't let my brother's shenanigans
ruin the day.

- No.
- Thank you for coming.

My sincerest apologies
for the fracas earlier.

We won't let it spoil things.

We've been blessed
with beautiful weather and,

in about ten seconds, we'll be blessed
with the sound of glorious bells.

Ten, nine, eight, seven,

six, five,

four, three,

two, one.

Norman! No!

Oh, sweet Jesus!

He's dead.

Looks like a single blow to the head.

The skull's been crushed
like an eggshell.

Fragments of bone driven
through the ground and body.

- Perhaps you should go inside.
- I'm not going anywhere.

Search for a weapon.

Lady Felicia, did you see anyone
running away from the scene?

I can't, erm...

I just...

It's all right. Take your time.

I was cleaning my hat.

I-I looked out

and I saw... he was lying there.

I, uh---

I-I didn't see anyone else.

I'm sorry.
I think I-- I need to lie down.

- Come on.
- Yes.

I'm going to need
statements from all of you.

Who last saw Mr Bohun alive?

Isn't that obvious? The murderer.

He attacked him less than an hour
before in front of dozens of witnesses.

Mr Barnes?
Mr Barnes, did you do this?

- He got what was coming to him.
- Is that a confession?

You don't need a confession.
I mean, look at his head.

Who else could have delivered
such a blow?

Inspector.

Is this one of yours?

Yeah.

Simeon Barnes,

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Norman Bohun.

- You are not obliged to say anything...
- Wait!

It was me.

- I did it.
- No.

- I'm sorry, Reverend.
- That's not possible.

Look at her. She has neither
the strength nor the brutality.

- Mrs Barnes, if you're trying to protect your husband...
- I stole the hammer from the forge.

I crept up behind him and...

...and I hit him.
I swear it, it's true.

- So help me, God.
- Elizabeth.

Elizabeth Barnes,

I'm arresting you for the murder
of Norman Bohun.

You are not obliged to say anything
unless you wish to do so,

but whatever you say will be taken down
in writing and may be given in evidence.

- I tried so hard to save him.
- I know.

I can't believe Elizabeth could do this.
It had to be Simeon.

I'm fond of her, too,
but we mustn't allow our emotions

to blind us to the possibility
that she may be guilty.

Not of murder.
Not her. It's not in her nature.

Even if you're right,
it doesn't necessarily follow

that Simeon is the culprit.

Trust you to look for mysteries when
the truth's right in front of your eyes.

I don't so much look for mysteries
as they come looking for me.

And your penchant for spy novels
and crossword puzzles?

That's forced upon you, is it?

You may be right.

But you must admit that your brother
had a certain reputation.

And Simeon Barnes
is not the only person

who'll be glad that he's gone.

- Then you admit Elizabeth may be innocent?
- I never said otherwise.

Then speak to the inspector.

You know him better than I do.
Tell him.

I don't think he'll appreciate me
interfering.

When has that stopped you before?

She says Norman threatened to kill
her husband, so she got to him first.

Can't get much more
out of her than that.

But she's put her name to it now.

Doesn't mean much if she's lying.

It does to the prosecuting solicitors.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been one month
since my last confession.

I've had relations outside of marriage.

Twice.

I thought you and Simeon were happy.

We were.

Simeon...

He gambles.

I found an IOU note for £50.

Poker.

We'd lose everything.
The house...

I tried to talk to him about it,
but he told me not to worry,

that he'd sort it out.

Typical man.

So I went to Norman
and I begged him to waive the debt.

And he agreed.

On the condition that I...

I'm so sorry, Elizabeth.

Is there anything else
you wish to confess?

No.

- Then you must tell the inspector.
- I won't see my husband hanged.

Norman Bohun had
any number of enemies.

Well, until one of them turns up
with blood on their hands,

I won't say anything else.

Anything?

You know I wish I could tell you.

How about this?

Tap your brolly on the floor,
once for yes, twice for no.

- You know it's not that simple.
- It's a woman's life.

And her soul, lest we forget.

Were her fingerprints
found on the hammer?

- Oh, no, you don't.
- I'm only trying to help.

Then quid pro quo.

You see? I know a bit of Latin, too.

You know I can't.

- I thought you were a renegade.
- Hardly. Though I'm flattered you think so.

Then do the heroic thing
and tell me what you know.

Then, unless you have information
pertinent to this investigation,

information you can actually share,
don't get involved.

Father, which floors do you want me
to do first? Presbytery or church?

- Yes, why not?
- Good morning, Father. Susie.

I thought I'd make a start
on the quarterly accounts.

Don't bother.
He's been on moon last few days.

Father Brown? Are you all right?

You had that look on your face.

- Look?
- Wheels turning.

You don't usually get that look
unless there's something amiss.

There's nothing amiss.
Don't worry.

- So you're going to the funeral?
- Mmm.

Do you really think
Mrs Barnes is responsible for...?

Why do you say that?

You think that Susie...?

If you must get it out of me,

I saw Susie and Norman arguing
shortly before he was found murdered.

And when the inspector asked

if anyone saw Norman
before it happened,

she didn't say anything.

- What were they arguing about?
- I...

I don't know.
I think it was about money.

Even so, Susie's hardly the type
to commit cold-blooded murder.

Well, you only say that
because you're so fond of her.

Do you think I should tell
Inspector Valentine?

Not yet. I'll speak to Susie myself
after the funeral.

You all right, Wilfred?

I have some snacks.
I'll put them out.

Don't trouble yourself,
I'm not staying.

Fine.

- Did you speak to Elizabeth?
- Yes.

- And?
- Let's just say I'm investigating.

Always sad when so few people
come to pay their respects.

Even for someone like Norman?

Presumably you don't think
he was a bad sort. Being his friend.

Maybe I'm a bad sort, Father.
Think about that.

You don't strike me as one.

Well, appearances and all that.

Why won't you admit it?

Your wife is in prison
for a crime she didn't commit.

- Don't talk to me about my wife.
- Do you not fear eternity in hell?

What, like your brother, you mean?
The adulterer?

That's where he is now, isn't he?
Fire stripping the flesh from his bones.

- An eternity of blistering agony.
- Stop it!

What, two-pronged attack, is it?

Shall we go inside, Reverend?

- Do you not care about your wife?
- I said don't talk to me about my wife!

- Mr Barnes!
- You see?

Oh...

Oh, I run out of disinfector.

Disinfectant.

I'll go shops.

Yes, dear.

Morning.

Good morning.

We all have our vices.
I come in peace.

Are you following me?

Guilty as charged.

The last thing anyone wants in here
is a preacher.

- I haven't come to preach.
- How's about you make yourself useful then?

Use your divine insight. Tell me which
one of these has got his blessing.

- No, I couldn't possibly.
- Oh.

But if I were a betting man,
I'd go for...

- Fluffy Duck.
- Right.

Ten bob on Fluffy Duck to win.

And I always had you down
as a non-believer.

Well, your guess is as good as any.

Yet that amounts
to an awful lot of faith.

- Why don't you give this one a miss?
- Get out of my way.

Or?

I spoke to Elizabeth.

I think you should, too.

- Why's that?
- Because you love her.

- After what she did?
- Yes. Even after what she did.

That's what love is, isn't it?

Did she say anything about...

...why she did it?

- What, the infidelity? Or the...?
- Both.

Both.

- You didn't kill him.
- No.

You think she's innocent?

I think you should talk to your wife.

- Come on, come on!
- Come on, Fluffy Duck! Faster!

As they go
into the final furlong...

Faster!

- Get in. Come on, Fluffy!
- Yes, Fluffy Duck, come on!

Come on, come on,
come on, come on!

- Eternal Passion takes it.
- Aw!

Father Brown, I have been
looking for you everywhere.

- You look in bloom.
- I followed Susie.

Into a florist's?

- She lied to me.
- About what?

The next train
to arrive on platform one

is the delayed
half-past-one train to Worcester,

calling at Waterloo Marsh,
Evesham, Pershore,

Worcester Shrub Hill
and Worcester Foregate Street.

Afternoon, Inspector.
Lovely day for it.

I hear you've been doing
some sleuthing.

- Just taking care of my flock.
- I specifically told you not to get involved.

I'm sorry, Inspector.
I can't hear you over this awful wind.

Then slow down. In fact, stop.

Father Brown!

Are you OK?

- Ticket, Father?
- Church business!

Susie.

- I used to clean his house.
- Norman Bohun?

Uh-huh. He gave me big tips.

Tried to make some doings with me,
but I didn't let him.

- Father?
- Sister Mary, Sister Margaret.

Is that what Mrs McCarthy heard you
arguing about at the party?

No.

The people in camp,
they are really poor.

Some not as lucky as me to get work.

They need money. I help them.

How?

I found out secret.

Told him he has to pay or I tell.

You were blackmailing him.

I tried.

But he said, "No.
Who would believe an immigrant?"

Orders me to leave the village.
Says if I don't, he'll hurt me.

But someone hurt him.

It wasn't me.

What was the secret?

Last month,
I arrived early to his house.

He didn't hear me.
I went to his bedroom.

I can't say it. Not to you.

Trust me, Susie.

There's not much I haven't heard
in my line of work.

He was with a man.

I spoke to the prosecuting solicitor.
He won't accept your retraction.

I'm afraid I have to formally
charge you with murder.

- I'm sorry.
- But she didn't do it.

As far as the pro sols are concerned,
she had means, motive and opportunity.

As did I,
and a score of other people.

But she's the only one who confessed at the
scene and subsequently signed a confession.

- So what happens now?
- You argue your case in the assizes.

But if she loses, then...

Then I could hang.

- Making good my promise?
- Promise?

Watching insects devour each other.

Sorry to disappoint you,
but these caddis fly

tend to feed on nectar, and if
you don't mind, I prefer to...

How many larvae do you think
are in this pond?

A typical mass contains
up to 800 eggs.

800? That's incredible.

And this particular species

forms webs of debris
for protection against predators.

- Birds, frogs, spiders.
- Survival of the fittest, eh?

I spoke to Susie,
Norman's housekeeper.

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

She told me what she saw.

What are you... going to do
with this information?

I have no intention at all
to expose you.

- Has she told anyone else?
- No.

- How can you be sure?
- I know her. I'm sure.

You know what could happen to me?

- Please, Mr Walker, calm down.
- Calm down?

You're not the one facing the possibility
of arrest and chemical treatments!

Neither are you.
No one else knows. No one else will.

Your secret is safe.

- I haven't come here to judge.
- Then why?

You think I did it?

Of course. It must be me.
The deviant.

It's a sad fact
that many victims are killed

by the people who are
supposed to love them.

I did love him.

He could be selfish.

Cruel.

But he was always honest.
Always... who he was.

Like a little boy sometimes.

I would never...

I know. I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Did anyone else know
about you and Norman?

I don't know.

If you ever need to talk,
I won't try and convert you.

- Likewise.
- Hmm.

No!

- Have you gone mad?
- I don't think so.

Though, if I had, I suppose
I wouldn't know any different.

- What are you doing up here?
- I came to reset the clock.

Strange you didn't do it.
You're normally so fastidious.

In case you hadn't noticed,
I've had a lot on my mind.

I did notice.

- Where did you get that?
- The hammer? I borrowed it from the forge.

The gloves, you left up here
the other day.

Explains why there weren't
any fingerprints on the hammer.

What are you talking about?

I think there's something dangerous
about being on high places,

even to pray, don't you?

Looking down on the world
and all the people in it.

You came up here to reset the clock,

but something disturbed you
in your task.

Something you saw so enraged you...

- Are you accusing me of...?
- Yes. I'm afraid I am.

- How dare you!
- You will tell the truth.

If afterwards you choose to walk away
without telling a soul,

I won't stop you,
your secret is safe with me.

I give you my word on that.
But you will tell the truth.

Here and now.

You're far too tactile, Father.

Has anyone ever told you that?

The sanctity of confession.

I purge myself,
you let me go scot-free.

You're a fool.

I don't mind playing the fool,
if it leads me to the truth.

Yes, I took the hammer.

My only intention
was to reset the clock.

Poker game still on
for next weekend?

No offence, but right now I don't
need the fawnings of a sycophant.

What do you need?

I could forgive him
almost anything.

Lust, avarice, even murder.

But not that.

And so,
in a burst of pure passion,

the hammer flew from my hand.

It felt so good because I knew
my hand was guided.

I was but a vessel of the Lord's will.

His agent. It was what he wanted.

How could it not be so?

From up here, what's the alternative?
Chance? Luck?

There's no such thing.

Everything has order.
Everything has meaning.

'This was divine intervention.'

- Everything all right?
- I'll be fine.

Can't let my brother's shenanigans
ruin the day.

Yes, my brother is dead.

But it was by God's hands,
not mine.

I shall not repent.

- Yes, but why the guilty conscience?
- I have no such thing.

It's why you didn't reset the clock,

because you couldn't face
coming to the scene of the crime.

I answer to one higher power
and he will judge me righteous.

Righteous?

Using his name
to justify your malice?

No.

Your actions were yours alone.
Look into your heart, you know it's true.

Thank you for the counsel, Father.
I'll be leaving now.

You can still be saved.

And so can Elizabeth.

Is it God's will that she hangs
for your crime?

- They'll see she's innocent.
- Are you willing to take that chance?

- God will save her.
- God is not your scapegoat!

If you have a shred
of conscience left in you,

you will do the right thing.

You're right, Father.

I'm a wicked man.

You can be saved
if that's what you want.

You've done the right thing.

I'll ride with him, if I may.

I owe you that much.

- Morning, Father.
- Morning.

Lady Felicia,
you look positively radiant.

How are your vocal chords
this morning?

Ready to delight the congregation
with my Amazing Grace.

Can't wait. Good morning.

- Good morning.
- Susie?

What do you think I've done now?
Chopped off somebody's head?

By way of an apology
for thinking you were a murderer,

I got one of the girls at the camp
to teach me how to make it.

Mmm. Not bad.

For old English woman.

Irish.
Oh, and thank you, I suppose.

If you like,
I could teach you how to make

one of my award-winning
strawberry scones.

Hmm.

Ah, Mrs Barnes and Mr Barnes.

Ah well, don't get your hopes up, Father.
I'm just here for the music.

You won't be disappointed.

See you in there.

- Father, I just wanted to say...
- No need.