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As you all know, running this sewing
circle is one of my great pleasures.

It's not been without
its challenges.

Who could forget the
doily debacle of '52?

LAUGHTER

But I was thinking
that this year

we could put on a little display
of our work in the village.

After all, some of us are
prize-winning embroiderers.

Our own exhibition. Wouldn't
our husbands' be proud!

Oh, please, because we're
displaying a few handkerchiefs

by prize-winning embroiderers?!

So, what do you suggest,
then, Catherine?

The Kembleford Tapestry.

Uh! Not this again.

It's something that would
actually challenge us,

showcase our talents properly.

We could ask St
Mary's to display it.

I heard you used to work on
projects that meant something -

made blankets for people in
Coventry after the bombings,

darned socks for
front-line troops.

The war was a long time ago.

Don't you miss having a purpose?

This is our chance to prove
that we're more than just...

bored housewives with too
much time on their hands.

Speak for yourself.

It's a very worthy idea,
Catherine, but as I've said before,

I simply don't have the time
to work on such a big project.

I'm sorry. No, I'm sorry.

I don't think you have the vision
to lead us any more, Violet.

So I'm putting myself forward as
the new head of the sewing circle.

It's time for you to vote.

Everything all right, love?

The group has decided on
a change of direction.

I'm no longer head
of the sewing circle.

What am I going to do, Daniel?

Oh. Is that Father Brown, then?

This depicts St Mary's being
built in the 1180s, Brenda.

I don't think he's
quite that old.

Oh. And hopefully less rotund.

We've spent weeks each
completing a panel

depicting a period of
Kembleford's history.

Today, we're joining those panels
together and adding a border.

And then it's going be
installed in St Mary's,

ready for the
unveiling on Saturday.

This is Judith's.

She finished hers at home
long before the rest of us.

She's by far our
best needlepointer.

I'd use a chain stitch rather than
a stem stitch, Marjory, surely?

And very keen to
share her knowledge.

Congratulations, Mrs Goodfellow,

on organising such
an ambitious project.

Actually, this is all
Catherine Glover's doing.

Why does this have
your name down

as the head of the
sewing circle, not me?

I'm sorry, there must have
been a mix-up. A mix-up?

You just can't stand
that I'm in control

of your precious little
sewing group, can you?

I'm sorry about that, Father.

Catherine can get very
passionate about things.

She's been even more
stressed lately.

I think it's the
pressure of the event.

Yeah, Mrs Devine's the same,
and her wedding's weeks away!

I'm sure no offence was
deliberately intended, Miss Glover.

Maybe you're right, Father.

But this tapestry
has to be a success.

I'm looking forward
to the unveiling.

Actually, I've asked
someone else to do that.

But it's Father Brown's church?

I think you'll find it's
God's church, Miss Palmer.

I'm sorry. Your parents might
not come to our wedding?

It's me...

isn't it?

Walter doesn't approve. I knew
I'd made a terrible impression.

No, no! No, it's not
you. It's more...

the company you keep.

My father strongly believes

that your extra-curricular
activities with Father Brown

undermine my position here.

We only ever want to help.

Whether it's asked for, or not.

My father demanded that I stop
you working with Father Brown,

or he won't give the
wedding his blessing.

Clearly, I'd never presume
to tell you what to do.

So we've been at somewhat
of an impasse for weeks.

Miss Glover wanted to ensure
the Kembleford Tapestry

got the publicity it deserves.

Obviously a man in my position

can lend the unveiling
a certain gravitas.

Canon Fox has arranged
for the press to be there,

local dignitaries,
even the mayor.

It should be quite the event.

So it should be, Miss Glover.

I can't believe she's gone over
Father Brown's head like this.

I'm hardly surprised. We all
know what Catherine can be like.

Well, maybe you should
have thought of that

before you voted
for her, Judith.

I don't have to justify my
actions to you, Martha Fitzgibbon.

More tea, gentlemen?

Unfortunately, I must decline.

I only came to
check on progress.

I'll walk you to your car.

I must say, I am surprised
you were able to find the time

to participate in our
little unveiling, Canon Fox.

Oh, I've always been a keen
supporter of St Mary's,

and yourself of course, Father.

Yes.

And dedicating
your valuable time

to assist with these
small parish events

will reflect very
favourably on you.

As I understand, Bishop Reynard
is thinking of retiring.

It's true I'm being spoken of
as Bishop Reynard's successor...

which is why I need this tapestry
unveiling to run smoothly.

You have a tendency
to get distracted

from your clerical
duties, Father.

So no...

funny business.

Sergeant Goodfellow,
can I be of assistance?

If you wouldn't mind, Father.
They're to display the tapestry.

Oh. This is my good
friend, William Fitzgibbon.

We're fellow sewing
circle widowers.

We've actually started to
hold our own weekly meetings.

At the Red Lion, Father.

Ah!

Wow, that's well detailed.

It might even be
better than Judith's.

Thanks. I really wanted to pay
tribute to Kembleford's heroes.

Rotate, careful now.

Rotate about 20 degrees and
you should clear the doorframe.

Oh, Daniel, they're perfect.

Well, you did give William
and I strict instructions.

I'll just put these here, love.

Right, I've got to get
back to the station,

so listen, good luck, everyone.

Oh, darling.

You don't usually concern
yourself with my sewing circle.

What's made you want
to get involved now?

Oh, well, Daniel did ask, and...

Oh, dear!

Oh, thank you, Father.

Are you a draughtsman,
Mr Fitzgibbon?

I wouldn't bother, Father.
He's one of those atheists.

He is agnostic, Judith,
as well you know.

William is a professor
of mathematics

at Gloucester University.
Martha, please.

My apologies - Professor.

And I am always available for a
robust philosophical discussion.

Well, maybe you could
join Daniel and me

at one of our weekly
meetings some time, Father.

JUDITH SCOFFS

I do hope you've got a half-decent
design for this decorative border?

She's a bit scary, isn't she?

Mrs Skelton has always had
a reputation for being...

formidable.

And she's getting worse,
the old battle-axe.

Martha!

We all know that Judith can
be a little bit prickly,

but we're pretty
much all she's got.

She deserves our compassion.

You might want to save
that for Catherine.

It looks like Judith's
having a right go.

Right, ladies. Let's get these
panels up in those frames

and then time for a lunch break.

Oh... Please, Catherine, lower
your voice. People might hear us.

And we can't have
that, can we, William?

We can't have people
knowing about us.

We have no choice. The
consequences if it came out...

It's killing me, the guilt.

That's why I'm going
to do the right thing.

You can't tell everyone, Catherine.
Please, think this through.

I'm sorry, William,
but my mind is made up.

And then Catherine
stormed back inside.

And I thought sewing was boring!

Oh, there she is.

I thought you were meeting us
at the village hall earlier?

Sorry, I got a little waylaid.

Did you manage to speak
to the Chief Inspector

about your wedding
guest numbers?

Yes, yes. It's all arranged
now. Thank you, Father.

BELL RINGS Oh, is that the time?

I'll head over to the hall now.
I did promise Mrs Goodfellow.

Oh, she didn't want
any lunch then?

GASPS

The victim was a Miss
Catherine Glover, sir.

Unmarried, no known relatives.

She taught modern languages at
St Bernadette's Ladies College.

Moved to Kembleford
about three years ago.

She was clearly stabbed, but I
can't see an obvious murder weapon.

Although there seems to be no
shortage of sharp objects in here.

Chief Inspector...

Miss Glover's tapestry panel is
the only one that has been defaced.

Yes, thank you, Father.

It was clearly personal.

The Times crossword. I barely
get halfway through it.

Poetry, sir. Curious.

What is, Father?

The handwriting's
different on the crossword.

A gift from a lover, maybe?

Catherine wasn't
stepping out with anyone.

I'd have known.

Actually...

there may have been someone.

So you went for a walk during
lunch alone, Professor?

It's when I do my best thinking.

But that's not a
crime, Chief Inspector.

Not unless you went via the village
hall and killed Miss Glover.

I hardly knew her.

That's interesting...

because this was found
in her possession.

That handwriting matches the
samples we've seen of yours.

Were you and Miss Glover lovers?

No! We were just
friends, that's all.

A moment ago you hardly knew her
and now you're writing her poetry.

A witness saw you
arguing before lunch.

Were you afraid she'd
expose your affair?

Did you ensure
that she wouldn't?

No! I would never hurt Catherine.
You've got it all wrong.

Then what was it between you?

This will go much better for
you if you just co-operate.

I'm sorry, Chief Inspector,
but it really won't.

I'm already under
suspicion of murder.

I won't have treason
added to the mix, too.

Amen. Amen.

Thank you, Father.

You should hear what people are
saying about William and Catherine.

And there's nothing I can do.

What if he hangs?

Martha, there you are.

Come on, let's get you home.

Father.

I will visit the
Professor tomorrow morning

and attempt to give
him some comfort.

Thank you, Father.

Actually, Father, you won't
be allowed to visit him.

Because he's not a man of faith?

I'm not sure. Chief
Inspector's instructions.

Mrs Fitzgibbon is adamant that her
husband did not kill Miss Glover.

And she's right. He couldn't have.
William has always hated violence.

He didn't even take up
arms during the war.

He worked in the
Communications Office.

None of this makes
sense, Father.

Have you voiced your concerns
to the Chief Inspector?

Of course. He thinks
my judgment is clouded,

and I worry he's already
made his mind up.

That's why I need you, Father.

My friend faces the gallows.

Please help me find
the real killer.

You don't suppose Sergeant
Goodfellow is wrong

and William really did do it?

Sergeant Goodfellow is
an excellent policeman

and I trust his judgment.

If he believes that Professor
Fitzgibbon is innocent,

then it's worth exploring.

Especially as there are a
couple of things that bother me.

Like what?

The poem he wrote Miss Glover.

Not very romantic.

So you think he's telling the
truth - they were just friends?

Possibly.

And the tapestry panel.

Why would the
Professor damage that?

But if it wasn't him who
killed Catherine, then who?

Maybe we should leave it
to the police to find out.

It was Sergeant Goodfellow
who asked for our help.

Well, the sewing circle
need our help too.

The unveiling is tomorrow.

Unless you want to tell
Canon Fox it's cancelled.

We will go down there
and offer our services.

Really?

Miss Glover ruffled a lot of
feathers within the sewing circle.

Perhaps the killer
is one of them.

So...

any leads on who's done it?

What? I know Daniel would
have asked you to investigate.

He thinks very highly of you.

Plus, you're here
helping when...

clearly you'd rather not be.

BRENDA GROANS

I presume you suspect
one of the sewing circle.

It seems the Sergeant is
not the only Goodfellow

with keen deduction skills.

We understand that Catherine
Glover recently replaced you

as head of the sewing circle.

Yes, at the last AGM.

Not your decision?

No.

Wait, am I a suspect?

Of course not.

It does seem odd, though,
that Miss Glover's details

were swapped for yours on
the information leaflet.

It was just an error.

Although, with Catherine not around,
it looks like you're back in charge.

Trust me, I'd much
rather not be.

I'm not sure we'll
be finished on time.

We've no Catherine, Martha's taken
to her bed with the shock of it all

and Judith hasn't even
bothered to turn up!

I thought Judith was meant
to be their best sewer.

And it's all hands
on deck right now.

Perhaps I'll pay a
visit to Mrs Skelton.

Aw! Urgh!

Patience and
practice, Miss Palmer.

You'll soon get the hang of it.

Mrs Goodfellow? LAUGHTER

I'm telling you, sir,
you've got the wrong man.

William couldn't hurt a fly.

Sir!

HE SIGHS

WF.

William Fitzgibbon. You
were saying, Sergeant?

I think I need another
chat with our professor,

and this time he's going to
give me some proper answers.

Father...

this is a surprise.

Thank you, Alicia.

Your housekeeper?

Heavens, no!

My great-niece. She's at college
nearby and helps out a little.

I like to surround myself
with things that I'm proud of.

So, what do you want?

Erm...

After the sad death
of Miss Glover,

I wanted to check that
you were all right.

I sense a certain ambivalence
about the tapestry.

The whole project is doomed. I
won't be part of it any more.

Won't...

or can't, Mrs Skelton?

Yesterday, you corrected people,

but you didn't actually
pick up a needle yourself.

And you winced when
you poured tea.

Arthritis, I presume?

You're extremely
observant, Father.

Not even Violet
has realised yet.

I did wonder how you managed to
complete your tapestry panel...

and then I noticed your
great-niece's elaborate cuffs

and I realised that you've
been training a protege.

I still design everything,

coach her through
the various stitches.

But, yes, Alicia does the
actual sewing back at school.

It's just a shame she
attends St Bernadette's.

The same school that
Miss Glover taught at?

Catherine spotted her working
on my last competition piece.

She said I was a cheat, that she'd
tell everyone about my arthritis,

unless I supported her
takeover bid at the AGM.

You felt you had no choice?

It's bad enough being unable to do
the one thing that brings me joy,

but to lose my place
in the circle too...

But with Miss Glover gone,
your secret was safe.

You think I killed her?

Oh, please.

I know, more than anyone,

the devastation an
untimely death can cause.

Besides, that sewing
club is my family.

Then why don't you tell
them about your condition?

Mrs Goodfellow, I'm sure,
would be supportive.

I did feel terrible
voting against her.

First Catherine blackmails me,

then she carries on with
that spineless William.

I've no idea why
Martha put up with it.

Mrs Fitzgibbon was
aware of her husband

and Miss Glover's relationship?

So Martha knew about the affair?

Mrs Goodfellow, is
everything all right?

No. I've just come
from the station.

William has been
formally charged.

Apparently, the murder weapon
was one of his compasses.

See? Maybe it was
William after all.

Sometimes we've just got to
let the police do their job.

Seriously?

Strange that Mr Fitzgibbon would use
something that was so obviously his.

Martha would have had
access to his compasses.

She probably polishes
them for him.

So she kills the mistress and
frames her cheating husband!

It might be wise to have a
word with Mrs Fitzgibbon.

Find out why she chose
to hide her knowledge

of her husband's
apparent infidelity.

You two go on.

Again? You'd rather do
sewing than solve this?

Actually, I'm meeting
Edgar here shortly,

whilst he takes a break from
officially investigating the case.

Sergeant?

What are you doing with those?

Just want to check
in on William, sir.

See if I can convince
him to talk to us.

There's no need. I've finally
got what I need from him.

I am sorry the way this
turned out, Sergeant.

Are you, though, sir?

Excuse me?

Have you even looked for any other
suspects? Because Father Brown has.

You talked to Father
Brown about this case?

I just aired my concerns, sir.

Father Brown always
keeps an open mind.

I'd think very carefully about
what you're saying, Sergeant,

because it sounds like
you're accusing me

of not doing my job properly.

No, sir.

It's just, there has to be
a different explanation.

I know William couldn't
have done this.

Well, maybe you don't
know your friend

as well as you think
you do, Sergeant.

What do you mean, sir?

No-one talks to Professor
Fitzgibbon while he's here. Not you

and certainly not Father
Brown. Do I make myself clear?

Yes, sir.

We don't know which regiment
this ruined insignia is for.

Although Catherine probably
has the original designs

back at her cottage.

Probably.

I don't think he's coming.

Your Chief Inspector. I presume
that's who you're waiting for.

We were meant to
be having lunch.

You wouldn't believe the lunches
Daniel has missed over the years.

And the dinners.

And the suppers too,
come to think of it.

It was actually quite important.

I'm afraid no matter what it is,
the job will always come first.

That's the sacrifice
you have to make

for falling in love
with a policeman.

Why did no-one inform
me there's been...

a murder!

What am I going to
tell the dignitaries

and journalists coming tomorrow?

I've invited a reporter
from the Gloucester Insider!

The county press are coming?!

This was meant to be my...

Kembleford's big moment.

But now...

Will there even be a completed
tapestry for me to unveil?

Of course there will.

Judith! We'll be certain
to finish on time now.

Actually...

before we begin, there's
something I need to tell you all.

Mrs Devine?

I thought you were meeting
the Chief Inspector?

Change of plan. I'm
heading to Catherine's.

Oh! So you are
investigating! I knew it!

No, we need her original plans.

We can't make out one
of the damaged crests.

Did you manage to
speak to Martha?

No answer, I'm afraid.

I really should...

It looks like someone's
beat us to it.

Someone's looking for something.

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

Mrs Fitzgibbon.

I found some poems William had
received hidden in his tie drawer

and recognised
Catherine's handwriting.

But he wouldn't have killed her.

Maybe not, but their affair would
also provide a motive for you.

I'd never...

No, no, no. No,
I didn't need to.

Catherine may have been on
his level intellectually,

but she was a loose cannon.

She could never have
looked after him properly.

No. I was sure that it
would run its course.

Besides...

I'd found my own way to
get a little revenge.

You changed the
name on the leaflet.

I couldn't resist.

But that's all I did, I swear.

Then why hide away?

The sewing circle needs you.

No, I wasn't hiding, I was
trying to help William.

I thought I might find
some more evidence here

pointing to the real killer.

Well, did you find anything?

More poems.

It seems they'd written each
other quite the anthology.

Again...

not very romantic.

This was with them.

On her bedside table.

It's William's.

I'd recognise it anywhere
from the broken teeth.

Yes. It looks like the comb

that the Professor dropped
in the village hall.

But it's not the same one.

The colouring's
slightly different.

So why are the teeth damaged
in exactly the same way?

Because it's not a comb.

That's a decoding device?

It's a Cardan
grille, Miss Palmer.

The broken teeth align
with individual letters,

spelling out words,

which is why Miss Glover and
the Professor had one each.

The poem is just a body of text to
conceal their secret conversation.

And you can decipher it?

Theoretically, yes.

But it may take some time.

Trust me, if there is
anything in those poems

that could help William,
Father Brown will find it.

I can't believe it. It looks like
it might actually be ready in time.

Oh, Martha, I'm
so glad you came.

Nice repair work. I trust you
used a linen support patch?

That was my idea.

I'm just sorry I couldn't
do the actual sewing.

We're happy to have you
as our expert adviser.

It's a pity about this
last insignia, however.

Any luck on finding
Catherine's designs?

Sorry, I looked everywhere.

I so wanted to restore Catherine's
panel exactly how she intended it.

She may have had
her faults, but...

this whole project wouldn't
have happened without her.

It's a shame she won't
be part of the unveiling.

Actually, maybe she could.

Oh.

Father Brown!

Have you been down
here all night?

It would appear so.

Did you find anything?

Professor Fitzgibbon
and Miss Glover

were ex-colleagues, not lovers.

These refer to their time
working together during the war.

But why hide that?

Because their work
was top secret.

Talking about it would
have been a violation

of the Official Secrets Act.

The argument I overheard.

It wasn't about Catherine
exposing an affair,

it was about her
exposing their war work.

I believe so. It still gives
William a strong motive.

And why would Catherine
decide to tell people about it

after all this time?

I don't know, Miss Palmer, but
Professor Fitzgibbon might.

Oh, Father.

We need you at St Mary's.

Canon Fox is due any minute to
go through the order of events.

Oh, it's the unveiling today!

Of course it's the
unveiling today, Brenda!

Oh, you've renamed
it after Catherine.

The circle thought we could make
today something of a tribute to her.

That's a kind gesture. Mm.

But unfortunately,

I'm going to have to see you
there shortly, Mrs Devine.

Oh.

But what will I tell
Canon Fox? Father?!

I'm sorry, Father.

William still isn't meant to
be receiving any visitors.

I understand, Sergeant, but I
believe that he does hold the key

to finding Miss
Glover's murderer.

The Chief Inspector gave
me a direct order. Oh.

Well, I would never want to put you
in a difficult position, Sergeant.

You know he faces the
Magistrates' later this morning.

William won't cope being
remanded to a real prison.

So...

if you really think this
will help, Father...

But, please, let's
make this quick.

Father Brown will be joining
us any moment, Canon Fox.

Why don't you take a
look at the tapestry

before everyone else arrives?

Of course.

I think you'll be
pleasantly surprised.

On second thoughts...

why don't you have a
nice cup of tea first?

Excuse me? It's just...

you should lubricate
your vocal cords.

It's very important
before a big speech.

Trust me, I'm an actress.

What is going on?

It's the tapestry
- it's missing!

Oh, no.

As far as I can make
out, in my ignorance...

you decrypted Nazi radio codes

and Miss Glover deciphered and
translated German intercepts.

We should never have taken
such a risk writing these.

You were a great
support to Miss Glover.

She was a genius.

Eidetic memory, unparalleled
linguistics skills.

But like so many geniuses,
she was also troubled.

Once she got a notion in her head
she became completely fixated on it,

to the detriment
of everything else.

Hence her insistence on
creating the tapestry?

At least that was a
positive obsession.

She spent hours researching local
regiments and their histories.

I've never seen her so happy.

Yet, in the days
before her death...

she become agitated.

Professor, I admire
your sense of duty.

You have remained
loyal to your country

and to the Official Secrets Act.

But you face the gallows.

I took an oath, Father.

I understand.

But if you are indeed
innocent, as I believe you are,

then there is still a killer loose
in Kembleford, and I need your help.

A week or so ago,
during her research,

Catherine came across an account

of a Luftwaffe air
strike on a naval vessel.

Many lives lost.

The problem was,
she recognised it.

She had translated the German
intercepts relating to the attack.

And she became obsessed with
the idea that somehow she had

made a mistake, got details
of their plans wrong.

She believed that it could have been
prevented but for her error? Mm.

I tried to convince her otherwise,
but she wouldn't listen.

She told me she planned to
make a speech at the unveiling,

telling everyone publicly
what she had done.

Which is why she
promoted the unveiling.

I begged her not to do it.

She could have faced life
imprisonment. Execution, even.

But she was so
desperate for atonement.

She'd even embroidered the
ship's badge on her tapestry.

The damaged insignia.

Professor, do you happen to
remember the name of the vessel?

Mm. The HMS Lionheart. It
was an aircraft carrier.

I kept telling Catherine that
nobody else would blame her

for what had happened.

I'm afraid I don't
think that's true.

Miss Palmer?

Father Brown, the
tapestry has been stolen

and Mrs Devine is
having kittens.

It makes no sense, Father. Who'd
want to ruin an event like this?

The same person who
killed Miss Glover.

Mrs Skelton!

No!

Stay back, Father!

A lot of people are waiting eagerly
at St Mary's to see that tapestry.

SHE LAUGHS And to praise
'Saint' Catherine?!

I won't let them
celebrate that woman!

Because of your son?

The photograph in your parlour.

He's wearing the uniform
of the Fleet Air Arm.

He flew aeroplanes for the Navy.

Nothing escapes you,
Father, does it?

I presume he was stationed
aboard HMS Lionheart,

the vessel Miss Glover believed
was sunk because of her error.

What a shock when you saw the ship's
badge embroidered on her panel.

I'd never spoken about
James' passing to anyone.

Ever.

I had to know what Catherine's
connection was to his ship.

Those poor people on
the HMS Lionheart.

They died because of
my mistake, Judith.

You could have prevented
the air strike?

I believe so.

I should have double
checked my translation.

You don't know what this has been
like, having this eat away at me.

I've barely slept in days.

YOU'VE barely slept? What about the
families of those that were killed?

That's why I'm trying to make
amends, admit my mistake.

By embroidering a badge and making
some self-pitying little speech?

Why do I bother?

Someone as cold as you could never
understand how much pain I'm in.

Oh, I understand
more than you know.

James was on that
aircraft carrier.

Your son?!

He's dead because of you!

Then I slashed her panel to
destroy the ship's insignia.

Because you were afraid it
might be traced back to you?

Catherine told me she wanted
to be punished, Father.

I simply gave her
what she wanted.

By appointing yourself
judge, jury and executioner?

She spent the whole war playing at
puzzles, like it was a giant game!

She never once thought about the
lives that were depending on her.

Miss Glover tried to make
amends in her own unique way.

If she'd paid more attention to her
work, my son would still be alive!

And now the unveiling
is in her honour!

Catherine Glover doesn't
deserve any kind of legacy!

SHE SOBS

It's the man from the
Insider. Time to start.

Oh. Surely it's best to
wait for Father Brown.

Very well.

But two minutes, no more.

Cake? No.

I'm so sorry, Father.

I don't know what came over me.

I only sorry you didn't
show the same contrition

over Miss Glover's death.

She could have saved him.

James didn't have to die.

Neither did she.

People like Catherine Glover were
merely trying to do their duty

under incredibly
difficult circumstances.

The only people responsible
for your son's death

were the men who
attacked that ship.

And deep down, you know that.

I didn't even have a
body to bury, Father.

I tried to harden
myself, ignore the pain.

But it was just
sitting inside me...

waiting to explode.

What have I done?

You need to go to the
police and confess,

because there are
souls to be saved.

Yours...

and Professor Fitzgibbon's.

I never meant for William
to take the blame.

I always taught James to take
responsibility for his actions.

Father...

how good are you at sewing?

Ladies and gentlemen, if you would
like to gather by the tapestry,

and I will say a few words
about this worthy project.

But...

I don't understand.

Where has it gone?

Oh, I'm afraid there appears
to have been a slight issue.

Clearly, we will have to
postpone the unveiling until...

Until...

APPLAUSE

Thank you, Father.

Thank you for not
giving up on me, Daniel.

You can pay my back
at our next meeting.

Drinks are on you, William!

Everything all right, sir?

No, Sergeant.

I explicitly said no visitors.

This case contained highly
sensitive information

pertinent to the
Official Secrets Act.

Special Branch are
expecting a full report

and I have to explain
how the local priest

got involved in matters
of national importance.

I'm sorry, sir.

That's not enough this time.

I have no choice.

I'm suspending you, pending
a formal discipline enquiry.

You'll need to hand in your
warrant card by the end of the day.

That'll be all.

This is Judith's son's badge?

From his uniform.

Mrs Skelton insisted we have it to
complete Miss Glover's tapestry.

I think Catherine
would have been proud.

Daniel!

There's something I need to say...
I've got news. You go first.

The ladies have
officially reinstated me

to head of the sewing circle!

Oh, Vi, that's brilliant news!

What were you going to say?

It was nothing important.
Let's just enjoy your day.

If the Sergeant's here,
where's the Chief Inspector?

A good question.

Excuse me.

This is more than just wedding
worries, isn't it, Father?

You made me look a fool, Father.

I apologise.

That was not my intention.

Oh, it never is. But your...

your escapades could well have
cost me my chance at becoming...

bishop!

KNOCK ON DOOR

Oh, Isabel. I thought
you were at the church.

I was. I had hoped
you might meet me.

We have a lot to discuss.

Yes. I meant to, it's just...

my father seems to have
secured me a promotion.

Oh, Edgar!

Congratulations!

The job is with
Special Branch...

in London.

Oh.

Yes. I'll...

I'll be turning it
down, of course.

But what about your father?

Your career?

Well...

you won't want to leave
your beloved Kembleford

and I don't want to leave you.

It's simple.

Maybe not.

This village has been my
home for many happy years.

I do love it.

But I love you more, Edgar.

I don't... What are you saying?

This is a brilliant opportunity.

And one you deserve.

You should take the job...

and we'll move down to London...

together.

Oh! Oh, Isabel!

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.