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Father.

What's happened?

The Kembleford Players auditioned
for Private Lives yesterday.

But I heard you weren't there.

I decided to give someone
else a go this time.

And you got new suitcases.

I saw them being
delivered yesterday.

I've been meaning to give
this to you for days.

Ah.

Erm, what's that?

I rather suspect it's
a resignation letter.

Mr Sullivan's got Edgar
this amazing job...

so after the wedding,
we're moving.

To London.

Come along, Mrs D!

Irene is a marvellous florist.

Such a find.

So, I've done exactly
what Lady Felicia asked.

I really hope you like it.

I'm sure I will.

Isn't it gorgeous?

It's... Gosh.

What is it, Mum?

Well, I suppose I'd imagined
a tiny bit more colour.

Colour?

Pink roses, orange peonies.

They're all so
lovely at the moment.

And perhaps some green as well?

Oh, no.

One has to be far more
subtle these days.

Audrey Hepburn went entirely
white at her wedding. Did she?

I could add a few
peonies, if you like?

No need, Irene.

Mrs Devine, you have
so much to think about.

Just leave the hair and the
flowers to me, as we agreed.

Of course. Thank
you, Lady Felicia.

Poor Mum. She's got
a lot on her plate.

What's it like, then, London?

Huge...

loud, dirty.

I love it.

I don't get why Mum
wants to go there.

Kembleford's perfect for her.

Did she approve?

I fear my advice about what's "in
vogue" is wasted on Mrs Devine.

This is a bride who chose
the Red Lion over Montague

as her reception venue.

Anyway, I've got big
plans for her hair.

My friend Raymond owns one of the
most a la mode salons in Kensington.

Lady Felicia's being
awfully kind, Father,

but I do feel a
little out of control.

You must have the day
that you want, Mrs Devine.

Something old.

Our Lady.

That's so thoughtful, Father.

I was thinking here.

Mrs Devine?

Yes, lovely. Thank you.

Flowers, moving house.

You know, none of
it really matters

as long as you're
with the right man.

Are you married, Irene?

I was engaged once.

It didn't work out.

But at least with this job, I get
to imagine the day I might have had.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Oh, just important
flower discussions.

Ah!

I'll be inside if you need me.

Your Something New.

To stop you getting lost.

Look at it all.

I know it's a wrench for
you to leave this place.

It's worth it.

CAR HORN BEEPS

Darlings!

Hello, Mother.
How was the drive?

I averaged 70 after Chiswick.

Married for over 50 years and
I'm still terrified of him!

Hello, Isabel.

Lovely to see you, Mrs
Sullivan. Mr Sullivan. Isabel.

Father Brown, any joy finding
a new parish secretary?

Not as yet, Mrs Sullivan.

But replacing Mrs Devine was
never going to be an easy job.

With Edgar and Isabel gone, perhaps
you'll focus on your real job.

Mr Sullivan! Mm,
yeah? Nice motor.

Fancy driving them to
church, sonny? Seriously?

Oh, Eddie's bringing
me in Hercules.

I can't have my future
daughter-in-law turning up

in that wreck!

Walter... What? If it's
what Mr Sullivan wants, Mum.

Is it what you want, Isabel?

Oh, absolutely. Thank
you, Mr Sullivan.

So, have you got the ring?

Goodfellow's bringing it later.

Right. Oh, poor chap. He
must be so disappointed.

Well, you think a disgraced copper's
a suitable best man, do you?

Really? No. Really? No. Really?

I think I'll just go and see if
Isabel wants some help. Right.

That paperwork you asked for.

A colleague is bringing
it to the drinks.

You're doing the right
thing, son. I'm proud of you.

Archie!

There he is. The
man of the moment.

I'm so glad you could make it.

I wasn't going to miss
the wedding of the year.

Hello, Mr Sullivan. Archibald.

Edgar told me you were
on duty this weekend.

I've got someone to
cover for me. Ah.

Now Edgar, there's
a rumour going round

you're coming back to the Smoke.

Well, the rumour is true.

Fantastic! Well, I can't
wait to hear all about it.

GLASS CLINKS

Ladies and gentlemen, if you'd
all like to charge your glasses.

Eugh!

I think I'll stick to water.

If he thinks that's bad, he
should try the house white.

Well, my wife and I are
delighted to be welcoming Isabel

into the Sullivan
family on Saturday,

and we are thrilled
that she and Edgar

have chosen to
join us in London.

To the happy couple.

ALL: To the happy couple.

APPLAUSE

When I saw the engagement
announcement in the Times

I almost fell off my chair.

I had Edgar down as
a lifelong bachelor.

You must have some stories
from wild days in London.

I couldn't possibly comment.

What a shame.

Perhaps another drink will
loosen your tongue. Why not!

I sometimes think
Walter takes pleasure

in scaring me with his driving.

Mrs Devine likes
driving really fast.

I drove ambulances in the war.

Good for you, Isabel.

You know, before I
married Walter...

I so wanted to be a doctor.

I was top of the class.

But it wasn't to be.

Oh, well.

Here you go, Archie.

She seems lively.

And also happily
married, Archie.

Shame.

So, what's this new job, then?

Detective Superintendent.

Oh.

Yes.

To be honest, my father
had a helping hand in it.

So, yes, I'm very fortunate.

Ah, excuse me.

Back in a minute.

I am sorry about
this, Goodfellow.

Not my choice, I
should hasten to add.

I didn't leave your father any
option, sir. Mr Goodfellow.

Mr Sullivan.

No hard feelings, I hope?

None at all, sir. Thank you.

Come in for a drink.

I won't, sir. But
thank you, though.

You will still come to the
wedding, though, won't you?

Wouldn't miss it
for the world, sir.

Mr Sullivan. Mr Goodfellow.

Right.

Ah, thank you, Constable.

Double scotch, no ice.

Did duty call?

Yeah, something like that.

Another.

Somebody stopped being fun.

She looks pretty rum too.

Irene?

I think I'll get an early
night, Lady Felicia.

Did somebody die?

What's bothering him?

I'm not sure. He didn't seem
overjoyed about my new job.

Oh, jealousy. It's
a terrible thing.

Well, look, I think I'll turn
in, so I'll say goodnight all.

Come on, Grace.

I'd better just go and make sure
he's all right. Stay, Mother.

Oh, dear.

Don't worry, Mrs D. They'll
all be on better form tomorrow.

What the...!

Father? Father?

The bullet is embedded
in his shoulder.

They're going to
surgically remove it later.

It's... It's just the shoulder?

The nurse said he
had a lucky escape.

He should make a full recovery.

That's a relief.

Has he been able to speak yet?

Enough to tell me he didn't
see who shot him, Father.

He also said, that
whatever happens, Mother,

he wants the
wedding to go ahead.

Good.

Well, your father doesn't
want me fussing around,

so I'll see you later at the
church for the rehearsal.

Oh, OK.

Right.

He won the King's
Police Medal, you know.

Then on his last day of
service, May 12th, 1941...

he arrested Reggie Robinson...

the Met's most-wanted gangster.

Forced him off the road in W5.

Your father and your role model.

This was in his jacket pocket.

He's insisting I get the wedding
party checked for criminal records.

Old habits die hard.

"Irene Frost. Larceny."

Miss Frost retired to
bed early last night.

She was upset.

If my father spoke with her,
he wouldn't have held back.

For that reason alone, I
suspect she is worth talking to.

Father...

I need your assistance
one last time.

Help me find out
who shot my father.

I'll do my best,
Chief Inspector.

Oh, hello, Father. Sergeant.

I spoke to Mrs Sullivan.

It sounds like Mr Sullivan
had a narrow escape.

He did indeed.

And the Chief Inspector has asked
me to help find the perpetrator.

And to that end, I would very much
like to speak with Miss Frost.

The florist? I just
walked past her.

She's stood at the bus stop.

Oh, yes, the bus for Gloucester
leaves in ten minutes.

Thank you, Sergeant.
Very helpful.

Oh, if there's anything else
I can help you with, Father?

Yes, there is.

Leaving us, Miss Frost?

Father Brown.

Before you go, I wanted to talk
to you about Walter Sullivan.

Yes, that's such terrible news.

I heard the gunshot
from my bedroom.

I wonder, did you talk
to him last night...

about this?

He sacked me.

Because of your
previous conviction?

He said any convicted criminal
could never be trusted.

Which clearly upset you.

Yes.

Because this job was
so important to me.

Making a living from flowers
has always been a struggle,

but with Lady Felicia's
high society connections,

I thought my troubles
were finally over.

Given the circumstances,

angry feelings towards Mr Sullivan
would have been understandable.

I didn't shoot him, Father.

Yet here you are, slipping
away without a goodbye.

How can I look Lady Felicia in the
eye when she now knows I'm a thief?

I think you should talk to
Lady Felicia and Mrs Devine.

Why?

I think you will find them
surprisingly forgiving.

Shoplifting?

It's not an excuse, but I
was having a difficult time.

I had just lost my fiance.

Oh, no.

Had he been ill?

He died in the Blitz.

Oh. Irene, I'm so sorry.

Does this transgression
bother you, Mrs D?

Not at all.

Right, we're all agreed - you
are officially re-instated.

Let's get you checked
back into the Red Lion.

Really?

Thank you.

Sergeant. Father. Mrs Devine.

I found the gun. Abandoned in
the hedge along Marrow Lane.

Oh, well done, Sergeant.

Ah. That puts you in
a difficult position.

I presume you handed it
in at the police station?

I did, Father. Turns
out it's a police issue.

Signed out by Detective
Superintendent Archibald Kelly.

Detective Superintendent Kelly.

They found your gun.

It's at Kembleford
Police Station.

I'm intrigued as to why you
failed to report it missing.

What sort of a priest are you?

I'm a friend of Chief
Inspector Sullivan's.

I gather his promotion in London
to detective superintendent

was a surprise for you.

It's your job he's
taking, isn't it?

It gets worse.

I'm being shown the
door. Early retirement.

Do you sense Mr Sullivan
Snr's hand in this too?

Of course.

Walter Sullivan retired as assistant
commissioner 14 years ago...

but top brass still listen to
that old fool's every word.

Given that gun belongs to you...

Spare your breath.

If I'd shot Walter, I
wouldn't have missed.

A warning shot across
his bows, perhaps?

Wrong again, Father.

No, it doesn't look like the
act of a high-ranking policeman.

Perhaps that's the point.

Edgar!

How is your father?

He's still insisting
we go ahead tomorrow,

still adamant he'll be here.

But his doctors aren't
very keen and neither am I.

If he leaves hospital, he'll
be a far easier target.

Maybe we should delay it a week.

No, Isabel.

No. You mustn't let what happened
to Walter change your plans.

I'm sorry, but I just
want you to have the...

the day you've dreamed of.

Archie.

Father Brown updated me.

I'm heading back to London.

I honestly had no idea my
father did this to you.

Now you do.

Do stay.

Your priest friend accused
me of shooting your father.

He wouldn't have missed.

That's what I told him.

If I do stay, it's
for you, not for him.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Well done. Thank you,
Father. Well done.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you for stepping into the
best man role, Mrs Sullivan.

Well, let's just hope my
husband is well enough tomorrow.

Indeed.

Father Brown, Eddie's found
something next to Mr Sullivan's car.

It was in amongst
the broken glass.

Intriguing.

Well done, Eddie.

Ah. Good morning,
Father. Any progress?

Yes. The local
jeweller has confirmed

that the cut stone Master
Devine found was a diamond.

Ah, right.

So, the impact of the golf
club against the glass

must have dislodged
it from its setting.

Right, yes.

Oh, what?!

Father, what are you doing?

I discharged myself.

What's he up to?

We're just... Look, I told
you, it was too dangerous.

I'm your best man and I need
to get that window repaired.

Mr Sullivan, you have a rash on
your hand. So? May I have a look?

No, you may not! Your one and
only job today is to marry my son.

Now, Edgar, get me
to a garage. Come on.

Well, don't just stand
there, open the door!

Hellooo!

Raymond will be here
any minute, Mrs D.

I can't wait to see what
he's got planned. Lovely.

Your bouquet, Isabel.

My Something Blue!

It should of course be entirely
white, but Irene twisted my arm.

Thank you.

Oh, don't forget your
Something Borrowed from Grace.

Oh, yes.

Her engagement ring!

Oh, I say.

How much is that worth?

There's a diamond missing.

Oh, so there is.

Oh, that's bad form. You
can't wear that, Isabel.

Lady Felicia, where
is Mrs Sullivan?

At the Red Lion, finishing
the seating plan. Thank you.

Father.

How's Isabel?

Delighted with her ring.

Oh, good.

Despite the missing stone.

This displaced jewel...

was found at the scene of
your husband's shooting.

Curious choice of
a gift, I thought.

Your own engagement ring.

And I have been struck by
how much cooler you've been

towards your husband
since his injury.

Yes, I smashed his precious car.

And I can tell you,
it felt bloody good.

May I ask why?

At the drinks, Archibald
shared a secret with me.

He told me it was Walter who
stopped me becoming a doctor.

When I was 18,

Walter offered to post my
application to medical school.

It turns out...

he dropped it in a dustbin.

Thus destroying your
hopes of a career.

I'd always assumed the university
didn't reply because I was a woman.

Why would your husband
do such a thing?

Because, Father, a woman
with her own career...

did not fit with
Walter's idea of a wife.

Dependent and controllable.

It seems he divulged this when
Archibald asked him for...

tips on a happy marriage.

And as a housewife...

I've had to swallow my pride...

and bite my tongue in that
man's company for 50 years!

And all because...

he sabotaged my future.

Mrs Sullivan, I can
fully understand

your feelings of anger
towards your husband.

Did you...

take matters into
your own hands?

No, Father.

But by God I was tempted.

When I asked you
to help, Father,

I didn't mean accuse my mother of
attempting to murder my father.

I'm not persuaded it was your
mother who shot your father.

However, I suspect she would
appreciate a conversation with you.

Oh, Edgar. Thank
God I've got you.

Thank you, Raymond.
Marvellous. See you soon.

That man is in such demand.

Right. Mrs D, ready?

I think so.

Ah, just in time, Father.

Doesn't she look wonderful?
Just like Doris Day.

It's very striking.

What do you think, Mrs Devine?

This is awful.

But it's all the rage in SW1.

I mean the wedding...

the suitcases.

I haven't been honest with you.

Mrs Devine?

Mr Sullivan won't give his
blessing for the marriage

unless we move to London.

That's the real reason
we're leaving Kembleford.

He's manipulating you?

But why?

He says I'll ruin Edgar's
career if we stay here.

Because of my connection
to you, Father.

I didn't want to tell you because
I didn't want you to feel bad.

Thank you for telling
me, Mrs Devine.

I knew from his first visit
that Mr Sullivan had concerns.

Mrs Devine...

in your heart of hearts,
what do you want?

I want what's best for Edgar.

Yes, I am ready to leave
Kembleford for him.

But...

for my last day here...

I really just want to be me.

Calamity.

What have I done? Isabel,
I am so, so sorry.

I could try and find some colourful
flowers for the church if you like?

Oh, do you have time?

I'll hand these out at the Red
Lion and then see what I can find.

Oh, thank you, Irene.

Irene made London sound nice.

She was telling me about Ealing.

Is that where she's from?

And where her fiance,
Alfie, died in 1941.

Two days before their
wedding, can you imagine?

Did she mention the
date of the wedding?

I think they got
married on Whitsun. Why?

May, 1941...

London W5.

Button holes.

Father?

I can help you put it on.

No. Thank you, no.

Let me give you a hand, Mrs
Sullivan. Oh, thank you.

Well, this is nice.

Right.

Ladies and gentlemen, please
join me in raising a glass...

to my son, Edgar.

ALL: To Edgar.

What the...

Perhaps your father would
be better off with a pint.

Miss Frost, a word
please? In private.

What is it, Father?

Methanol.

It kills the bubbles.

The same poison you used
two days ago on Mr Sullivan.

To avenge the death of
your beloved fiance, Alfie.

Pardon?

Alfie wasn't killed
by a Nazi bomb.

He was killed by
Walter Sullivan.

In pursuit of a
celebrated gangster.

What the devil's going on?

Can I ask you both to leave?

No! No, I want
them to hear this.

The day before our wedding, Alfie
and I went for a walk in Ealing.

We were so excited.

SIREN WAILS

BRAKES SCREECH

Alfie?

Help me!

Help!

By the time the ambulance
arrived, Alfie was dead.

I didn't recognise your name.

You told your people that Alfie was
standing in the middle of the road.

You said that it was...
You said it was his fault.

And they believed you!

That's how I
remember it... Liar!

Have you any idea how long we'd
been after Reggie Robinson?

I promised Alfie that I
would avenge his death.

But Walter Sullivan
wasn't in the phone book.

I couldn't find him anywhere.

Until you saw his name on an
engagement notice in the Times

14 years later.

Yeah. I persuaded Lady Felicia
to hire me as a florist.

Everything was going perfectly.

Ladies and gentlemen, if you'd
like to charge your glasses.

Until Mr Sullivan refused his wine
and gave himself a nasty rash.

Luckily, I heard that policeman
mention that he was armed.

Then I just waited
until morning.

I was about to shoot a second
time, but then I heard the car.

You know...

I really needed it to be
third time lucky today.

You are a very troubled woman.

Miss Frost.

It's not too late for you
to atone for your actions.

To repent and ask the
Lord for forgiveness...

I regret nothing, Father.

Except not finishing the job.

This man has had a terrible
power over you for 14 years.

Perhaps now it is time...

finally...

for you to let go of your anger.

It is not what Alfie
would have wanted.

I told you she was trouble. Why
the hell didn't you listen to me?

I don't want you as my best man.

What?

The ring, please.

Now, hold on a moment, Edgar...

No. I'm not listening to
another word from you.

The ring.

During the service, you will
sit at the back and say nothing.

Understand?

Mother.

Walter Sullivan covered
up his fatal recklessness

to protect his King's
Medal and his reputation.

Poor Edgar.

To learn that about your
father, today of all days.

It's two o'clock, Mrs D.

Well, where are
Brenda and Eddie?

Argh!

What are you two up to?

Just sorting out
a present for Mum.

Ta-ra!

Oh, erm...

Goodfellow.

Oh, hello, sir.

Erm...

In the absence of my father...

I would...

very, very much like to
reinstate you as my best man.

You would of course have
every right not to accept...

Sir...

I do accept.

Really? Yeah.

Well, that's... That's...

Thank you, Daniel. Thank
you, thank you so much.

Here.

Oh!

And, erm...

don't worry about the speech.

Actually, sir...

I'd already written the
speech when you suspended me.

Oh.

Oh, very good!

You look marvellous, Mrs
D. You really do, Mum.

Me and Eddie got them from
the Presbytery garden.

Thank you.

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You look beautiful.

Thank you.

Take Isabel's right
hand in yours.

I, Edgar Percival Sullivan,
take thee, Isabel Jane Devine...

to my wedded wife.

To have and to hold,
from this day forward,

for better, for worse,

for richer, for poorer,
in sickness and in health,

until death...

do us part.

And thereto I plight
thee my troth.

Isabel, take Egar's hand.

I, Isabel Jane Devine, take
thee, Edgar Percival Sullivan,

to my wedded husband.

To have and to hold,
from this day forward,

for better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer

in sickness and in health...

until death do us part.

And thereto I plight
thee my troth.

Ego vos conjungo in matrimonium.

In nomine Patris et
Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

ALL: Amen.

In nomine Patris et Filii
et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.

In the name of the Father...

the Son...

and the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

I also promise...

that we will stay
in Kembleford...

if you'd like to.

GASPS

Yes, I would, very much!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

BELLS RING

Mrs Devine!

Congratulations!

It's brilliant news.

I can't believe it.

Although I wonder what Mr
Sullivan's going to say.

It won't make any
difference now.

Congratulations, Edgar.

Thank you, Archie.
And for staying.

I'll telephone the office
first thing on Monday

and insist that they
give you your job back.

You're a gent.

Although you'd have done
well back in London.

I'll do even better here.

I'm sure you will, old chap.

You're making a
big mistake, son.

I'd have bitten hands
off for that opportunity.

Yes, Father.

And you're also someone who
killed an innocent man...

lied to protect his
own reputation...

and destroyed his wife's
dreams of becoming a doctor.

I wouldn't have done
any of those things.

But I did make one big mistake -

spending so long believing I
had to listen to a man like you.

I do love it here, but part of me
wishes I could come to London...

with you.

I'd like that.

Really?

Yeah. Whenever you're ready.

As you know, it's customary
to give one's best man a gift.

But you've re-instated
me as your best man, sir.

Yes. Well, I'm also going to get
you re-instated as a police officer.

But how?

I'll take the rap.

You'll pay a very heavy
price for doing that, sir.

It'll be worth it.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

We... We should talk.

Yes, we should. But
in a couple of days.

Why not later, at the reception?

Because your name isn't
on the seating plan.

Perhaps it got lost in the post.

Group photograph!

What do you think of the
flowers then, Lady Felicia?

Audrey Hepburn
wouldn't have approved,

but I thought they were lovely.

Oh, Father, I'd like to
withdraw my resignation.

Withdrawal accepted,
Mrs Sullivan.

We've got some unpacking to do.

I can't wait.

Everyone say, "Cheese"!

ALL: Cheese!