Father Brown (2013) s02e04 Episode Script

I have beenangry .
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jealous.
I have given in to self-pity.
Do you have any mortal sins to confess? I have .
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lovedoutside of marriage.
Violet, many people return to the fold when they face death.
But they cannot find true salvation if they hide their selves from God.
If you killed your husband, don't you want to confess? Tell his family where the body is and clear your conscience? Violet From the Lord Chief Justice? They turned it down? Appeal unsuccessful.
You know now that death is certain.
Confess .
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so that God can forgive your sin.
I can't admit what I didn't do, Father.
I'm not guilty, I am innocent.
Help me, please! We have to take you in now.
You can't do this! Charlie! Charlie! Charlie! Wait! You can't do this! I'm pregnant! The lab will have to run a pregnancy test.
It'll take a few days to show a response So she has three days' reprieve? If it comes back positive the death sentence will be commuted.
And if it's negative? We go through all this again.
why hasn't she mentioned it before? Father, save me.
How can I help? You have to prove me innocent.
You have to give me something to go on.
Peter.
He's the key.
Find Peter! Get moving.
Archie! Wilfred! Ma, I don't think you should get up.
I can't just lie here.
Not till I know it's done.
Come on, help me.
Oi, ready? On my count - one, two, three.
They say the eyes pop out - is that true? I'm going to go see the body.
If I could've watched her dangle, I would've.
For heaven's sake, Ma! Can't we get on with our lives? Before your brother's murderer gets her due? My Ivan looked after me for years.
I'm looking after you now.
Why haven't they telephoned? They said they'd telephone when it was done.
Wh-? What? I know why you're here, Father.
I suggest you stop now.
Just picking up something for supper.
There's no law against that, is there? And it's mere happenstance that it's from Fernsley's? His sausages are the talk of the town.
Pork and hop.
Isn't your mouth watering? I see you're as susceptible to a charming countenance as the rest of mankind.
I don't We have the right woman, irrespective of what Violet may say.
I guarantee it.
Guarantee is a strong word.
They never even found a body! Just because you weren't around to meddle during the investigation "Meddle"? If only you went on retreat more often.
I can just about put up with your pottering before a case is solved, but once a murderer's been found guilty, it's wasting police time to rake it up again.
How could I not? She's a lost sheep from my flock - defenceless, pregnant.
You don't believe it? I've seen the medical reports.
She lost a baby at eight months gone after Ivan hit her.
Her system never recovered.
It's highly unlikely she can have children.
I knew he was violent, but The point is Violet's lied.
And if she'd lie about her pregnancy, why wouldn't she lie about the killing? Now then, Father, isn't it time you were on your way? Right you are.
Peter? I know about six Peters, like everybody else in Kembleford.
But none of them had anything to do with Ivan's murder.
Still here, Father? You've inherited the tenancy of the pig farm now your brother's gone, haven't you? That supposed to be a motive? I'm doing better with the shop than the farm ever did.
Give it five years, I'll have branches in Broadway and Toddington.
A man of ambition.
Of course, if anyone knows how to make a body vanish, it's a butcher.
They got the right woman when they sent Violet down.
And that pregnancy's cobblers.
She'll get what's coming to her.
Meantime, I'd stay away from us, Father, if you know what's good for you.
So? I didn't I didn't know how you'd feel.
If you'd even want a baby with me.
So it's true? I think so.
I can't be sure.
Was this what it was all about, then? Getting pregnant to escape the gallows? No! I never believed they'd actually I thought the appeal would succeed.
I thought we'd live the rest of our lives together.
And the baby? Are you sure it's If you're going to ask if it's yours, you can leave now.
Why didn't you tell me, Vi? I told you, I wasn't sure.
It was bad enough me hoping, praying I couldn't put you through that, too.
If you even wanted my baby.
How could I not want our baby? I know it's not much Violet Fernsley.
Will you marry me? Sid.
Come here often? Mm-hmm.
Lady Felicia's comforting Mrs Fernsley.
She takes care of her tenant farms by reading her book to them once a week at least.
Very generous.
Well, you haven't read her book.
Lady Felicia's many things, buta writer? Generous of Mrs Fernsley, I mean.
Well, I'm here to see the lady of the house as well, so I'll wait.
Both of Ethel's younger sons live out here too, don't they? Mm-hmm.
Seen anyone else? Nope.
You snooping, Father? You're friends with Officer Denham, aren't you? I wouldn't say friend, exactly.
Go to the dogs together now and again.
So you knew about him and Violet.
What? No.
I didn't know nothing.
Calm down, Sid.
I won't tell anyone.
Scout's honour? You have my word of honour, as man of God.
Did they meet in prison? Or could they have known each other before? You don't really think Charlie's got anything to do with this, do you? I'm keeping an open mind.
Hello? After all, Ivan might not even be dead.
He must've got himself a transfusion, then.
Do you have any idea how much blood they found? There are other possible killers.
Like who? Did I scare you? That's gamekeeping, you see.
My stock-in-trade - stillness and silence.
One of your catches? The fox got this one.
Along with three of my hens.
He kills for fun, just rips their throats out.
I'll get my revenge.
Enjoy your job, do you? No law against that, is there? Lonely work.
These beauties keep me company.
This "Piotr", does he still work here? We did have a labourer called Peter, Piotr.
Polish, I think.
Bit of a soft spot for Violet.
Course, Ivan didn't like that, sothink he left.
Sausage roll? Our own produce.
Lovely.
They say pig tastes most like people.
"Long pig", that's what the cannibal tribes call human meat.
Gone down the wrong way.
Perhaps some water? Still think Violet murdered him? "Gerald's guttural scream cut the air like a cheese-knife.
" We'll pick up chapter ten on Friday, how does that sound? Friday it is.
Oh, Father, so good of you to come comfort Ethel But I must warn you, she's tired.
We've had a very emotional session.
So I heard.
She's very good at making suggestions.
Better than you are, anyway.
When are you going to give me notes? I'm no literary critic.
I hope you are here just to comfort her.
Ivan's death was almost too much for Ethel.
Dragging it all up won't help.
Father! Oh, I didn't know.
Archie! Archie, I need your help.
Mrs Fernsley.
Don't concern yourself.
Archie's already been very hospitable.
That'll be the first time.
You'll have seen he's not quite right.
Poor Ivan dropped him on his head when he was small.
Forgive me, I'm loath to ask questions .
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in this time of trail for you, but a woman's life hangs in the balance.
And I can't let it lie unless I find some answers.
Do your worst, Father.
We have nothing to hide.
You had a labourer called Piotr.
Perhaps you knew him as Peter.
When did he leave? Three months ago.
Maybe four.
Around the same time of Ivan's disappearance? About that time, yes.
Casual labourers are just that - here one day, gone the next.
You're wasting your time, Father.
That woman killed my son.
What makes you so sure? Like I told the police, the evening Ivan disappeared, I heard them arguing and then it suddenly went quiet.
The next day, I was in the kitchen and I saw Violet washing at the water trough in the yard.
Is that unusual? There was blood on her hands, her dress.
The water was red with it.
Blood that may have come from slaughtering a chicken, skinning a rabbit.
She said she'd been bitten by a sow.
There we are.
They examined her when they arrested her.
If she had been bitten, it didn't break the skin.
Where do you think she hid the body? In the river? The marsh? Any number of places on a farm.
You dig all you want, Father.
You'll only find out what I already know.
My son is dead and that woman killed him.
Hello? I'm here to make a complaint.
Could you please open this door? I want to make a complaint! That mutton you sold Father Brown yesterday - dry as a bone.
I can't legislate for the cooking process.
I'll have you know I learnt my culinary skills at my mother's knee, and she was the finest cook in County Cork.
That will explain it.
I want compensation - some nice, fresh meat, none of that offal you're pummelling at.
These are Gloucester's finest pig's stomachs and are used for Gloucestershire's finest sausages.
And what is that? It's a ring.
On a finger, is it? Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
Is that what she did with poor Ivan's body? Don't count on it.
I once cut open a cow's stomach and found a key that'd been missing for three years.
This could belong to anyone.
We'll let the inspector be the judge of that.
The jewellers have confirmed that it's Ivan Fernsley's.
So now we know how she disposed of the corpse.
All this proves is that Ivan Fernsley is dead or missing a finger.
Anyone could have put that body in the pigpen.
The pregnancy test comes back tomorrow, Father.
You'll have to do better than vague allegations if you truly hope to stall this execution.
Piotr Symanski, the casual labourer who worked at the farm at the time of Ivan's death.
He disappeared.
So he took a new job, found himself a nice English rose and quietly left his old life behind.
And left no trace.
Isn't that suspicious? Archie Fernsley says Piotr had a run-in with Ivan about his wife.
Doesn't that make him an alternative suspect? Father, Piotr came up in the original investigation.
He left the farm six weeks before Ivan was killed.
Charlie.
Any news on the test? The Father's here to give you Holy Communion.
I'm sorry, I didn't Honestly, it doesn't matter that he knows.
Father will keep our secret.
And when I'm out, he'll marry us! Won't you, Father? One thing at a time.
Well, I'm glad, you know.
I've been wanting to offer my help with yourdigging.
Anything I can do to clear Violet's name.
I'll think about that.
I'll leave you to it.
I've pulled all sorts of strings to get in here.
Please tell me you've found something, Father.
Only Ivan's finger bone in a pig's stomach.
It does not look good for you.
Don't you believe me? Time is running out! Then why send me on a wild goose chase about Peter, Piotr? He left the farm before Ivan died.
I didn't mean he could be a suspect! I thought he could've been a victim.
What? He was kind, he saw how Ivan treated me.
He said he could help me get away.
He found someone to take me in.
The plan was to drive me over there when Ivan was in bed but the night he'd planned to do ithe was gone.
So two men have disappeared without trace from the farm, within weeks of each other? We have wasted two whole days.
If you are right we are looking for someone who has killed twice.
Two deaths, now? Yes, and the pregnancy test comes back today.
Well, if it wasn't her we'll soon find out who it was.
Archie Fernsley's not clever enough to have hidden all trace.
I'm not convinced it's Archie we're after.
Hey, isn't that Charlie, yes.
What's he doing here? Mrs Fernsley? Archie? What you doing? As we're here, might as well.
Well, come on then.
Well, lookee here.
Looks like Wilf took Ivan to court over the inheritance.
And lost.
So much for Wilf not being interested in running the family farm.
Maybe you were right about it not being Archie.
What's going on? Ah, Archie.
We were hoping we'd catch you.
Are you searching our house? Put that stuff down.
Hey, Archie, look, look, there's no need to Hey, hey! Take a breath.
All right, you're not listening! Look what you've done! Archie, I'm sorry.
We didn't mean to Archie.
The rings and watches that you've put on your animals, where did you find them? Just bits of old rubbish.
Finders keepers.
This belongs to Peter.
So? I was cleaning the slurry tank.
They were all in there.
Pigs will eat anything.
This is engraved.
It isn't something you'd throw away or leave behind.
Archie, did you find anything else in the slurry tank? No.
This "treasure" Father, it's teeth This belonged to Piotr Symanski, as did this.
But this is someone else's wedding ring.
Am I supposed to read something into these? And look at all these teeth.
Ivan wasn't the only victim.
Whoever killed him has killed before, more than once.
Does that sound like Violet to you? I see.
Yesterday Piotr was the murderer.
Today he's now the victim.
What will he be tomorrow, I wonder? This is no time for levity.
OK, if Piotr and Violet are out of the picture, who's your current potential mass-murderer? What are you doing? Was it you? What? That flue's been stuffed with rags.
If the stove's belching out fumes into the hut, it will take, what, till they're out cold? Who? You kill them yourself? Or do you let the pigs do the rest? You think I'm a murderer? I'm your brother! I know that better than anyone.
You think I've forgot what you used to do? I found that litter of collie pups when you finished with them.
Why do you want to put this on me? I should never have given you an alibi for Ivan's disappearance.
That goes both ways.
You're the one who hated him.
You're the one who lost out on the farm.
Why would I kill my own brother? I don't know.
Why would you kill your own dogs? I didn't do it! Yeah, we'll let the police be the judge of that! They both have alibis? They were wildfowling that evening.
Together? Yes! So Archie and Wilf provided each other with alibis? Don't you see, Inspector No, don't YOU see?! Even if I accept that these trinkets prove that other murders were committed, it's only putting Violet in the picture there, too.
You're making things worse for her, Father, not better.
Now, I'd like you to leave.
I have genuine police work to do! Hey! Hey! Aargh! Aargh! Sir, Ethel Fernsley, reporting screams.
'I heard him crying out.
' Please, help.
I can't move, I'm trapped here! Mrs Fernsley, do you know how Mrs Fernsley? You can collect me in an hour.
Hello? Hello? Thank the Lord you're here.
Do you want to tell me what happened? Mm! Weren't you just saying you thought Wilfred might be the killer? Time to strike him off your suspect list.
Wilf is dead? Lady Felicia, I don't have a WPC at my disposal.
Thank you, I'll be quite all right without one.
No, I mean, would you mind attempting to comfort Mrs Fernsley? Thank you.
Another murder.
Another corpse disposed of in the same way as Ivan's.
How many more people have to die before you will listen to me? I presume you believe this proves it's the same killer and Violet's innocent? It is a possibility.
Another is that it's just a copycat.
A third is that there is a second killer who's working with Violet.
That prison officer.
Who is he, her beau? He was here earlier, sniffing about.
Bullying Ma and saying it was me or Wilf that killed Ivan.
What officer is this? What's happening out there? What have they said? They're doing everything they can.
That's what they said about Ivan.
Someone's out to get us! Don't worry.
The police are going to get whoever did this.
I can't just lie here.
Get someone.
I have to get up! Oh Sid! Sid! Pregnancy test results just came through.
Negative.
The whole thing was a delaying tactic, while her boyfriend tried to concoct new "evidence".
Wilfred Fernsley probably caught him at it and that's why he had to die.
Speculation.
She's played you like a fiddle, Father.
But in under an hour she'll hang.
Guv, Charlie Denham's been spotted.
Just down the road.
And, in due course, I fully expect her lover to follow her.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe Charlie was in on it with Violet.
Go home, Father.
That's how they died.
What does that look like? A dress.
Ethel's dress.
Well, it could be.
You can ask her yourself.
She's in the kitchen Where? She's in there, trust me.
I had to push her in there myself.
Good morning.
What's he doing? Ethel, your evidence about Violet.
Take it back.
What? An innocent woman is about to hang.
Your evidence about the water trough, take it back.
She's not innocent! No? Well, from where I'm sitting, which is the level at which you sit, there is no way that you could see the water trough across the yard.
I don't understand.
You're lying, take it back.
There was blood on her hands.
I swear it! Then, in that case, the only possible explanation is that you .
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can stand unaided.
Pfff! And people say I'M daft! I wanted to ask you who would have access to your old clothes, who could've stuffed the flue and poisoned the workers.
But, of course, the most obvious answer is you.
What? Father! This is poppycock! And if you stuffed the flue and asphyxiated the workers, then you killed your son Wilf before he could take the evidence to Inspector Sullivan.
Ma, tell him, that's ridiculous! Well, we'll see how ridiculous it is when I ask the Inspector to compare the fingerprints in the van with yours.
The ones on the steering wheel.
Aaargh! Oh! Archie, you stay with Lady Felicia, here.
Sid, come with me.
Ow! There she is! Go on, go on! Well, we can't just stay clinging here waiting for someone to save our bacon.
Violet hasn't got time for this.
All right, here goes nothing.
Explain to me, Father, in case I should fall to my death.
If Ethel could walk, why would she pretend for so many years that she can't? Some people fake chronic illness.
Why? It's a psychological condition.
It's an illness itself.
They crave attention from doctors, hospitals, their family.
But why would you kill your own son? And that Piotr? Because they were threatening her facade.
Piotr was helping Violet to escape from her marriage, which meant Ethel would've lost her household slave.
And Wilf was going to the police with evidence that the workers had been killed.
And what about the workers? Why kill them? They saw her out of bed.
They would have told her sons.
Oh! Come on, piggies! Come on! It's not going to work.
What you doing? Argh Err I hate pigs! Take a statement from Mrs Fernsley.
But be gentle, she's in shock.
I'll be questioning Officer Denham.
Inspector! You have to find Ethel Fernsley.
She's the killer.
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If this is a stunt You have to find her now.
You have to stop the execution.
I'm leaving now, Father.
No more diversions! If Ethel's the murderer, then I'm the next pope! Stay where you are! No! Get off me! You brute! She did it! She killed my Ivan! Ethel Fernsley, I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.
You are not obliged to say anything, unless you wish to do so.
Get off me! Get your filthy hands off me! If you ever need me You dirty lie Don't you touch me, you pig! I hope you rot in hell! Thank you.
Well.
It would be ungracious of me not to offer my congratulations.
I imagine you'll be celebrating.
Well, I'm pleased that Violet and Charlie will be released.
But Ethel is facing a death sentence.
So, nothing to celebrate there.
Even for a self-confessed mass murderer? Has she admitted everything? She's admitted enough.
We only needed one to send her down.
So, which ones hasn't she confessed to? Father? Father? I told you you were going to marry us.
We're here to set the date.
The sooner the better.
Well, I'll get Mrs McCarthy to consult the parish diary.
Violet, before you marry, you should make your confession.
Actually, I've been meaning to.
Are you free now? Now is as good a time as any.
I'll leave you alone.
This marriage.
Is it what you really want? Of course.
You're not doing it out of gratitude or guilt, you do truly love him? More than anything.
Only you still seem to carry a shadow with you.
I'm finally happy, Father.
Trouble is, I don't deserve it.
God has given me happiness.
Is it wrong to enjoy it? Pray, Father, give your blessing, for I have sinned.
It's been three days since my last confession.
Go on, my child.
I have .
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made false representation.
You have lied? To you, Father.
I have broken a commandment.
Tell me.
I killed my husband, Father.
I know.
But it needed to be said, for God's ears, not mine.
How did you know? Ethel's evidence against you.
She'd refused to back down, even when it proved that she wasn't handicapped.
And then, when I found out that Ivan's death was the only one she didn't confess to.
Why didn't you hand me in? Facing death did not convince you to seek peace with God.
But looking forward to a life of perhaps undeserved happiness has brought you closer to him.
I did a terrible thing.
But Ivan was a terrible man.
I didn't deserve to die for it.
I know how savagely he beat you.
When I said I was innocent, Father, I meant it.
And Charlie? Does he know the truth? No.
If you think that Charlie wouldn't marry you if he knew what you'd done .
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how can you marry him while keeping him in the dark? Father, God has given me back my life back for a reason.
I agree.
Father, I love him.
You have to marry us, please! Of course I'll marry you! I'll do whatever you think is the right thing.
Father Brown, do the honours! Ta-da! See, I caught him in the end, Father.
Hunted him down.
I don't know what to say.
I do.
It's you, can't you see? Cunning, wily.
More wily than my mother, anyhow.
There's not a lot of people who can say that.
Thank you, Father.
Tell him to take that thing with him! I'm not going to look a gift fox in the mouth.
Was that Oh! That's actually a good likeness.
I must dash.
I'm just dropping this by.
Would you? Oh Thank you.
A first edition of my published novella.
Well, I'm flattered.
I shall look forward to reading the investigations of Reverend Green.
I got the telephone call just after Ethel's story appeared in the paper.
My blow to the head in the pursuit of justice was the icing on the cake.
They offered me a publishing deal.
Only cost £100! Would it be very unchristian of me to mention that they are supposed to pay her? Oh! Now, Father, if I'm not mistaken, there's somewhere you need to be.
Would you? Father.
Shouldn't you bedressed, or something? Come inside.
I don't understand.
I'm sorry.
She's not coming.
But she has to, she promised.
She loves me.
I know.
Charlie, she must have her reasons.
Where is she? I'll talk her round.
Get your things on, you're going to marry us.
Maybe later than we thought, but you will.
That might be difficult.
Why? Where is she? Violet has asked me to tell you .
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that God has given her her life back for a reason.