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Thank you, Father. Thanks.

Father Brown?

Cardinal Papillon.

St Mary's welcomes you. To what do we owe this hon...

Be seated.

Before I proceed, you must understand

that this is an internal matter.

The police are not to be involved.

If the following information were to become public,

it would not only embarrass His Holiness,

but undermine trust in the Church itself.

Of course. You know of the Cup of Calabria?

Unearthed in the 1600s.

Believed to be made of the True Cross.

One of the Vatican's most treasured possessions -

stolen three days ago.

Oh, dear. Indeed.

His Holiness promised the Grand Duchess of Luxembourg

that he would use the cup at Holy Communion during her state visit.

Do you know who purloined it?

We do. Hercule Flambeau?

No, but it is apropos that you mention his name.

You still have a relationship with Monsieur Flambeau?

I consider myself his spiritual adviser.

Then you will call on the thief to assist you.

In what?

Recovering the Cup of Calabria, of course.

You know, people just think it's pulling on a rope,

but there's so much more to it than that.

It requires physical and mental discipline.

If you pull at the wrong time, it causes pandemonium.

Expecting someone, Father?

No.

You were saying? Bell ringing.

I'm loving it.

Well, I'm looking forward to hearing you ringing the changes, Mrs Devine.

DOORBELL RINGS I'll get that.

You summoned me.

That's not a very good disguise!

You're not in disguise, are you?

You're drunk.

Good detective work.

Who is it, Father?

Who was at the door?

Just the paper boy.

That's not our usual paper...

Why don't you take the rest of the day off, Mrs Devine?

You deserve it.

But I've only just started. What about the quarterlies?

Well, they can wait till tomorrow.

What's going on?

I've just given you a day off with pay.

I believe the correct response is, "Thank you, Father."

Thank you, Father.

Been in a fight?

The odd scrap with a jealous husband.

What's going on, Hercule?

I was about to ask you the same question.

Your personal ad didn't give much away.

How have you been since...

I didn't come all this way for psychotherapy, Father.

So, please, tell me, why am I here?

Father Vincent Lazarus.

Recently excommunicated.

He stole the Cup of Calabria from the Vatican...

Naughty boy.

...and killed a guard when he made his escape.

The Vatican have received a tip-off that he fled to England

and seeks to sell the cup on the black market.

And they've asked me to retrieve it.

And how do you intend to do that?

With your help, hopefully.

Is that coming from you? Or them?

Both.

The Vatican would have happily seen me executed in Spain

and now they want my help...

You got off fairly lightly, if memory serves.

And what about you?

Taking my confession one day,

inviting me to break the seventh commandment the next?

I must admit to some misgivings.

After what you've been through,

the last thing I want is to steer you from the path of redemption.

Redemption!

And this is a personal request from His Holiness.

Tell the Pope that I politely decline his gracious offer.

And give his ring a kiss from me while you're at it.

No hard feelings.

If you don't mind my saying, you don't seem yourself.

Regardless of whether or not you decide to help me,

you should know that my first priority,

whether you like it or not...

...will always be your soul.

And I believe yours is in pain.

You want to know how I've been since my father died?

Since my visit to your confessional?

Let's just say you were right to have misgivings, Father.

You don't want me on this mission.

I'm not an asset. I'm a liability.

So much for the healing power of confession.

Confession is only the beginning.

It doesn't mean anything if you don't make amends.

My father died making amends.

You're wrong about one thing.

I do want you on this mission.

To be quite honest, I don't think I can do it without you.

You need someone who knows how to use his fists?

I need somebody who can think on their feet and act quickly.

The clock is ticking.

The Vatican wants the cup returned within a week. Why the rush?

It's to be used at a mass for the Grand Duchess of Luxembourg.

The True Cross does not belong in the hands of a murderer.

You know that.

Very well, Father.

One last hurrah.

For you.

SHE GASPS

I understand. And where?

Right. What time?

I won't say anything to anyone.

You're sure?

Particularly Mrs Devine.

Given her relationship with the Chief Inspector,

it would put her in a very awkward position.

Well, you could tell me what's going on.

Flambeau?

Out of my hands, I'm afraid.

Oh!

According to my contacts...

DOOR SLAMS

...a private auction was hastily arranged two days ago

at The Cedarmont Hotel.

It's taking place this afternoon.

Suspicious, given the timing.

But not necessarily proof.

One lot up for sale,

described as a "religious antiquity".

Ah.

There you go, mate. Thank you. Thank you.

Friend of yours?

She does seem vaguely familiar.

Just me, Father. I forgot my purse.

Father?

Oh.

We can't take the cup while it's in full view.

We'll have to wait until after the bidding. Agreed.

Lazarus?

Difficult to say.

Can I see your invitations please, gents?

I'm afraid I left mine at home.

And the Father's here at my request to authenticate the object.

You both need to leave.

Is there some reason you object to authentication?

The seller has assured me that this is the genuine article.

Then you won't mind a second opinion.

May I?

Yeah.

Thank you.

It's real.

Thank you, Father.

Possessing the cup seems very important to you.

May I ask why?

Is it true what they say?

That it has the power of healing?

The Church has made no official pronouncement...

Of course it's true.

Records going back hundreds of years.

Physical and spiritual salvation.

Its power is in no doubt.

Can you all take your seats, please?

Bidding will begin in five minutes. Thank you.

So what was it doing in there?

I don't know!

Maybe Flambeau gave it to Father Brown

the last time he was here.

Then why was he acting so suspiciously this morning?

You know something, don't you?

No. You'd normally be on this like a fly on...

...on, on, on... jam toast.

Brenda... All right!

He was here. I knew it!

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, Father Brown told me not to.

Why? Because of your relationship with Sullivan, why else?

You remember what happened last time?

Oh, my Lord.

You're right. This is a disaster. Why did you tell me?

You just begged me to, five seconds ago!

That's before I'd fully taken stock of the situation.

If Edgar finds out that I know and didn't tell him...

You are not telling Sullivan.

...he'll call off the wedding. Mrs Devine! Please!

Firstly, they'll be long gone by now, Sullivan will never find out.

And secondly, do you really want to betray Father Brown?

Of course not.

Keep it to yourself, then!

The Son of God, crucified on this very wood.

His blood soaked into its grain,

bestowing with it the power of the Holy Spirit.

The power of healing to whomsoever drinks from the cup.

Bidding begins at �50,000.

50,000. Do I hear 51?

51. 52?

52.

53? What are you doing!? I've got to look the part.

54,000. Do I hear a raise on 54,000?

55,000. Thank you. 56?

57,000? 60,000.

61... 70,000!

Do I hear a raise on 70,000?

Going once, going twice...

...sold!

It's mine.

Mine.

He's dead.

It's God's will.

So it's this one and this one.

And, yeah, those two.

Mrs Devine.

You all right? You seem a bit out of sorts.

Nothing. I'm just meeting Edgar for a late lunch.

What? Did we...?

I'm so sorry, I completely forgot.

I'm buried in paperwork. Can we do it tomorrow?

Of course.

Yes?

You're not upset?

Not at all.

It's just you seem a little distracted.

Is everything all right?

Everything's fine.

I'll see you after work.

We can talk about wedding plans over a candlelit dinner.

Sounds lovely.

Mrs Devine?

Flambeau's here.

What?! Where?!

Tu venia misericordissimae pietatis absterge...

Clearly, this makes me the de facto winner.

And the prime suspect.

There's no sign of foul play. The man was clearly unwell.

The shock must have killed him. Precisely.

Either way, we will need to call the police.

And the cup?

I'll call the client now.

Ask for instruction. Everybody, please, wait in the next room.

Lazarus?

Quite possibly.

Sir... Who's Lazarus? ...we had a problem.

You'll find him in the New Testament.

John, Chapter 11.

"And he that was dead came forth,

"bound hand and foot with graveclothes".

And who are you?

I could be asking you the same question.

But we're all strangers here.

No need for names.

My client has agreed to sell you the cup,

but only at the final bidding price.

�70,000? Correct.

Well, make up your mind.

I'll have to leave with the cup before the police get here.

I accept.

I'll need to telephone my solicitor

and ask him to go to the bank to transfer the funds.

The seller's account details.

Right.

We haven't got much time.

I can assure you, Giles, I haven't taken leave of my senses.

Neither am I under duress.

Now, do as I say.

Thank you.

It's done. Now, give it to me.

Zut alors!

Thief! Alas, someone got there before me.

No-one came in or out. At least not through the door.

And no-one went near it when we were in the room, apart from you.

Is that why you covered it? So you could make the switch?

What do you think I am? A magician?

We need to search everyone.

Where's the other bidder?

There was no-one on the end of that telephone.

One of those men is Lazarus.

Valet service?

I can't apologise too much!

Hercule!

I only saw him for a second.

Father Brown sent me away.

Wouldn't tell me nothing.

How strange.

Flambeau's usually only too keen to involve you

in his criminal adventures.

Not this time.

Whatever it was, it was top secret.

Or supposed to be.

And I take it you have absolutely no idea where they've gone?

Did you not just hear what I said?

If he shows up again, Brenda, do telephone me at once.

He's been shot.

Lazarus.

Why?

Because...

...I let you into the auction.

Where is he?

Hemley Wood.

We need to telephone for an ambulance.

He's dead!

This man would still be alive if we hadn't...

We didn't shoot him.

It's not far.

Ego te absolvo ab omnibus censuris, et peccatis, in nominee Patris,

et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

Indulgentiam, absolutionem, et remissionem peccatorum

tuorum tribuat tibi omnipotens et misericors Dominus.

Amen.

This is hopeless. There's nothing here.

I'm not ready to give up hope yet.

Then you'd better start praying for divine intervention.

I'm more concerned about you at present.

Me? You almost got us killed.

There was never any danger of that.

Then why did you drive straight to that tractor?

What can I say? I'm a thrill seeker. With a death wish?

I would never put you in harm's way.

And if I hadn't been in the car?

I assure you, Father, I am not some sort of suicidal maniac.

You said yourself you'd become a liability.

What did you mean by that?

I have no doubt that you are still grieving for your father.

I barely knew him. Which in some ways makes it worse.

We don't have time for this.

Unless you admit to your pain, you have no chance of healing.

I'm fine!

Cosy!

Ah!

Dame Lydia Adams.

I knew I recognised her.

She's a significant donor to the Vatican.

DOORBELL RINGS

May we come in?

Whatever you have to say, you can say it here.

We believe you have been the target of a confidence trick.

You'd better come in.

Do you have the invitation, Lady Lydia?

It was left at my door.

Have you any idea why you were chosen?

Because I'm rich?

I suspect it's more than that.

They had to know that you'd take the bait.

And you bid �70,000.

My husband and daughter.

They were killed in a car crash last year.

I'm so sorry.

Since then...

...there hasn't been a single day where I haven't wanted to...

...end it all.

Of course, I'd never do it.

Spend the rest of eternity in hell

rather than be reunited with my family.

But the thoughts...

...they come...

...especially at night, when the pain...

...is most unbearable.

But it was my hope, my prayer,

that drinking from the cup would finally heal my suffering.

Did you talk about your pain to anyone from the Vatican?

I took confession.

Who was your confessor?

I'm not sure.

A Father Lazarus?

Yes. Yes, that was him.

He's not responsible for all of this?

He was so kind.

We don't have time for this.

You said it was genuine, the cup.

I believe it is, yes.

Then maybe I'm just not worthy of its gifts.

How would you know that unless you'd already drunk from it?

I found it on my doorstep when I got back from the auction.

I don't understand.

Why did he give it back?

It was always his intention that you should have it.

He only stole it because we showed up.

Are you saying this was an honourable gesture?

No.

He wanted you to get caught

so that you would be disgraced and the Vatican embarrassed,

and they'd never be able to accept a donation from you ever again.

DISTANT POLICE BELLS

You have to leave.

I am at St Mary's and my door is always open.

Father...

Father Lazarus, I presume?

I'd be grateful if you'd kindly leave the cup behind before you go.

You called the police.

Mission accomplished, Father. Give my regards to the Vatican.

Don't move!

Flambeau! I'm warning you!

Flambeau!

Flambeau!

Flambeau!

This man is a murderer.

The body on Hemley Road?

Anonymous tip-off said that Dame Lydia

was in possession of an artefact stolen from the Vatican.

An artefact?

Argh!

"He that had been dead came forth,

"bound feet and hands with winding bands."

Not "graveclothes."

TELEPHONE RINGS

Papillon. Your Eminence, this is Father...

Do you have it?

Yes. Thank the saints.

Father Lazarus is in custody in Kembleford police station.

I will be there within the hour. Just one more thing.

Earlier today, Father Lazarus quoted from the King James Bible,

not our Douay-Rheims.

Are you surprised that he disregards our ways?

I suppose not. But I just can't help thinking...

Father, this is no time for your frivolous mystery-making.

Guard the cup until I arrive.

Father, where have you been?

I think we have more important things to discuss.

Ooh, did she tell you what she did, then?

I'm so sorry, Father.

You've done nothing wrong.

Miss Palmer, would you take a seat, please?

This is the Cup of Calabria.

Made from the True Cross.

The what? The cross that was used to...

Crucify our Lord and Saviour.

Some people believe it has miraculous powers and I can see why.

His sacrifice, His forgiveness, His love...

...bled into the wood.

It will be returning to the Vatican, where it belongs.

But before that...

...I'd like you both to join me in St Mary's.

BELL RINGS

Ah.

Your Eminence.

What brings you back to Kembleford?

You have in custody a man who belongs to us.

I would like to speak with him.

You have a visitor.

What are you doing? Hey, hey, steady on. I do not know this man.

Stand by us, Lord our God,

and with the unfailing support of the Holy Cross

uphold us whom thou makest rejoice to do it honour.

Through Jesus Christ, our Lord, your Son.

You had no pulse.

I checked it myself.

Come now, Father, you of all people should believe in resurrection.

Father Lazarus.

The name would appear appropriate, would it not?

Mrs Devine, Miss Palmer,

perhaps you would wait in the Presbytery...

No. Stay.

What's going on?

Father?

The knife of Andronicus.

This very blade cut to pieces the flesh of a martyr

almost 2,000 years ago.

I've sharpened it since.

Be seated.

What kind of a priest are you?

Don't antagonise him, Brenda.

You've been pulling the strings all along.

You executed your accomplice.

Actually, I had my underling shoot him.

You stole the cup while we were out of the room,

whilst you were pretending to be dead.

Bravo, Father.

I must say, it's quite a thrill to bear witness

to that probing mind at work.

The great Father Brown.

A name that's whispered at the Vatican in somewhat dubious tones.

But I've always been an admirer.

Why is that?

You're a rebel, like me.

Only you've chosen to waste your intellect on solving puzzles.

I've chosen to use mine to execute a moral crusade.

Thievery? Murder? A moral crusade?

The Church is rotten to its core.

It needs gutting from the inside out.

I've devoted my life to doing just that.

You entered the priesthood...

...solely with the purpose of plundering the Church?

I entered it to destroy the Church.

You don't think I believe any of this nonsense, do you?

Then why come back for the cup?

I'm not here to take it.

You foiled my plan, Father!

Did you think that was going to go...

...unpunished?

Brenda, no!

Run!

Now, where were we?

Any news on Flambeau, sir? Nothing.

Did you get any information from Father Brown?

He said it was a private Vatican matter.

Oh, speaking of the Vatican, a Cardinal Papillon came in.

Wanted to see our prisoner.

But he just looked at his face and then left.

BELLS RING

What in God's name is...

Do those bells sound right to you?

Now you mention it, sir, they do seem to be going a bit mad.

Sargeant.

You will gain nothing by doing this.

The humiliation of His Holiness before the Duchess of Luxembourg

will be ample reward.

Care to say a prayer?

Sorry to be a wet blanket.

Step back.

Drop the knife.

Drop it!

I think you'd better do as he says.

Chief Inspector, Flambeau is innocent.

This man is a murderer.

Not now, Father.

Drop it, Flambeau!

Hercule.

Chief Inspector, you are arresting the wrong man.

Tell His Holiness that this one's on his conscience.

I'll radio for an ambulance.

Water.

Please don't die before I can arrest you, Flambeau.

I think I might have to deny you that pleasure, Chief Inspector.

Good job, Isabel.

Father...

...if you're going to give me the last rites,

you'd better get on with it.

What do you think you are doing?

We owe him this much.

Grasping at straws, Father?

Be quiet and drink.

You were right about me.

I came back to tell you that.

But now the end's here, if I'm honest...

...I'd rather have a few more hurrahs.

Ego, facultate mihi ab Apostolica Sede tributa...

...indulgentiam plenariam et remissionem omnium peccatorum...

Visitor.

I understand you're being transferred to Wynchurch prison.

Here to say goodbye?

I'm here to ask a question.

It's a trick I learned from a yogi in India many years ago.

He taught me how to slow my pulse to a few beats per minute.

I'm sure Christ would approve.

After all...

...what was he if not the consummate showman?

That's not what I wanted to know.

What you did...

...the years you spent in the seminary...

...the years working your way into the Vatican,

to make that kind of sacrifice...

...you must hate the Church very much.

Why?

That's a story for another time.

It's doubtful we'll see each other again.

I wouldn't be so sure of that.

I'm sorry about Flambeau, by the way.

It was meant to be you.

I'm aware of that.

In retrospect, I'm glad I didn't kill you.

It's so hard to find a worthy adversary.

I have no interest in being your adversary.

You have no choice.

The game...

...has already begun.

All right, you've got ten minutes, Father.

Thank you, Sargeant.

Come to help me escape?

No.

How are you feeling?

I shouldn't be here. That wound was fatal.

Apparently not.

You don't honestly believe it was the cup?

You will never know.

But it looked like a miracle to me.

You didn't answer my question.

I feel...

...grateful.

Ah.

Hang on a minute, you can't just walk in here.

Extradition papers. Uncuff him.

You'd better speak to the Chief Inspector.

Then fetch him. Fetch!

Are you taking me into custody?

Temporarily. Then you will be free to go.

However, the Vatican has a...

...proposition for you.

Our days of doing business are over.

Perhaps you should listen first.

It transpires that Father Lazarus

stole a great many things from the Church over a great many years.

In light of this, the Vatican has founded

the Reclamations Department - tasked with retrieving these items,

as well as many others which rightfully belong to us.

But...

...we lack the...

...necessary expertise.

Are you offering me a job?

Unofficially, you understand.

You will be paid handsomely for every item you reclaim.

Though, of course, the true reward will be in doing God's work.

I've stolen from you my whole life.

Why should you trust me any more than Lazarus?

You have been personally vouched for as a man of good character.

And I have seen it for myself.

Sounds like a lifetime of "hurrahs" to me.

And all in a good cause.

When do I start?

Down here, sir!

Where is he?

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