Father Brown (2013) s07e06 Episode Script

Sorry, Sarge, couldn't find my shoes.
Constable! Come here.
What does this say? Using unchristian language in the presence of a police officer.
You see, what it was, Sergeant, I was up at Piper's Lake at the weekend and this bloke What have I told you? You write the exact offence according to the law.
Yeah, but I didn't know which one to put, Sarge.
Might I suggest if you don't know what crime someone's committed, maybe you shouldn't be arresting them.
Sarge.
Goodfellow, you're coming with me.
Where's that, Sir? Jefferty's cottage.
Down past the spinny, I thought it was abandoned? A man's been spotted breaking in, matches the description of Alan Tylett, the fugitive wanted for brutally murdering a police officer.
The press are calling him the butcher of Bawdsley Green.
And you want us to go and arrest him, Sir? Precisely.
We bring him in and I'll be the toast of the force.
Constable Blaisen, round up all available officers, tell them to follow us, but first call HQ, let them know what's happening.
What exactly is happening, Sir? What's keeping them? Goodfellow While I've got you here, Sir, I was hoping to have a word about young Colin.
Let me stop you there, Sergeant.
Constable Blaisen's father is the divisional Chief Superintendent.
I know, sir, Colin seems a nice lad but Ours is not to reason why, ours is to help the boy commence his inevitable rise through the ranks.
Mark my words, he might not know his truncheon from his elbow but that boy will outrank us both by Christmas.
I see movement.
Let's go.
Shouldn't we wait? I hear that Tylett killed that officer in cold blood.
That's exactly why we can't let him escape.
I'll take the front, you nip round the back, head him off.
Keep low.
That's easier for some.
Tylett.
This is Inspector Mallory of Kembleford police.
We have the place surrounded.
May as well give yourself up.
Look out, sir! He's getting away.
I think you've broke my collarbone.
Goodfellow Goodfellow! Seal off the area, nobody touches anything.
Any news on Goodfellow, Sir? Bullet went into his back.
They've taken him straight to hospital but it's not looking good.
What were you thinking? I hoped we could apprehend the suspect before Hoped? The intelligence suggested that Tylett was armed.
You put a fellow officer's life at risk and you let a dangerous criminal escape.
Sir.
At least tell me you got a good look at the man.
Took quite a whack on the head, Sir.
It's all a bit hazy.
I was reading something, a notebook.
I can't remember what was in it.
We'll find it.
Concentrate on getting better.
Yes, Sir.
We need you fit for that disciplinary board.
I've found something.
Where are your gloves? Sorry, Inspector.
There go the fingerprints.
Don't be too hard on him.
This is your mess.
Good work, lad.
Can I help? We're looking for Sergeant Daniel Goodfellow.
He was brought in earlier this morning.
The policeman?Yes.
He's in surgery.
Oh! Can you tell us how he is? You family? We're friends.
He's lost a lot of blood.
The surgeon's trying to fix the damage but It's touch-and-go.
Sorry.
Crumbs.
Don't get your hopes up.
No need for the last rites just yet.
Might I offer a prayer for your swift recovery? Save your prayers for Goodfellow.
I don't deserve them.
Is there anything we can do to help you? Has your wife been informed? No, and don't even think about telling her.
Face that trial by fire when I'm good and ready.
Then I will leave you to recuperate.
Padre, wait.
There is something.
I found a notebook in the cottage.
I think it might be important, could you ask Constable Blaisen to bring it to me? I wouldn't ask, but I'm stuck here.
I would be happy to do so.
And as for Sergeant Goodfellow, God is with him.
Not the best introduction to life in the force.
No.
The sergeant, he's been so good to me.
If I'd just got the officers there soonerNot your fault.
Now, Inspector Mallory has asked if you would take him the notebook retrieved from the cottage.
Dad! I mean, Sarge We've had a call from Scotland Yard, they've sent in an officer to take charge at the moment.
Typical.
They give a name? Inspector Truman, Sir.
Inform me the moment he arrives.
I'll be using Inspector Mallory's office.
The notebook's probably in the evidence room, I'll check the log.
I'm sorry, Father, I've searched all through the evidence, there's no notebook.
Inspector Truman.
You should be expecting me.
Yes, sir, I'll just go and Truman?Hello, Father.
Long time, no see.
Here he is now.
The surgeon reckons the operation was a success but Sergeant Goodfellow is still very weak.
Where are his family? Haven't they been informed? Apparently, Mrs Goodfellow and the children are in Birmingham visiting relatives.
We've not been able to reach them.
I'll stay with him until his family arrive, however long it takes.
Me too.
Sergeant Goodfellow apprehended the ruffian who tried to steal my favourite handbag last week.
If that won't win a girl's loyalty, I don't know what will.
All right, but please, he needs rest.
We'll be as quiet as the grave.
Sorry.
Just slipped out.
Inspector Mallory.
And you are? You can call me Inspector Truman.
Although I suspect some of your officers will know him by another name.
You've lost me.
I used to be based here in Kembleford.
I'm trying to avoid drawing too much attention to my presence.
Is that so? Well, you can't be any worse than the last man to keep my seat warm, Mulligan, wasn't it? Bit of a jobsworth from what I heard.
I hear you had a run in with Alan Tylett.
Didn't set eyes on the man.
My sergeant saw his gun and jumped on me.
So you've no idea where Tylett was heading? I've been asked to take charge of the investigation while you're recuperating.
Well.
Yes, thank you, Father, for your assistance.
Right.
Yes.
I'll go and see how Sergeant Goodfellow is getting along.
There's a good Father.
There was a notebook with Tylett's belongings.
I think it contained a list of names.
Recognise any of them? I don't remember.
But I've got it in my head that they were police.
Now, what if Tylett's got a grudge against coppers? And those names were his targets.
Exactly.
Now, I've asked one of my constables to Fetch the notebook.
I heard.
Unfortunately, it appears to have vanished.
Vanished?Never made it to evidence.
Fear not, I'll catch Tylett before he can do any more damage.
InspectorMuch as I'd relish the opportunity to catch up, Father, I've a cold-blooded killer to apprehend.
Do you really? The gun at the scene of the crime was loaded.
Yes.
Well, a cold-blooded killer would be unlikely to flee while he still had ammunition, leaving Inspector Mallory and Sergeant Goodfellow alive to identify him.
And why dispose of the weapon when he'd know that every single policeman within miles would be hunting him down? No, it seems like the desperate act of a frightened man.
FatherI'll go back to St Mary's, work on my homily.
I was about to ask if you'd like to accompany me to the crime scene.
I've learned a lot since leaving Kembleford.
Specifically, the importance of using all resources at my disposal.
We need to find Alan Tylett before anyone else gets hurt.
Partners? That smell takes me back.
It's spoiled but half eaten.
Ugh.
You'd have to be half starved to force that down your throat.
So why the alter ego? Since my encounter with the Illuminati, I've been working with Special Branch to tackle police corruption.
When any of us are on assignments, we use Truman as our cover.
Tribute to a fallen colleague, and, of course, makes it harder for our enemies to target us individually.
So you think Alan Tylett's crime is linked to police corruption? Tylett's been working for a violent gang running protection rackets in Birmingham.
Kendal brothers.
Our intelligence suggests that local officers have been receiving payments from the gang.
I suspect DS Muir was murdered for refusing to co-operate.
So if you can get to Tylett first Hopefully, he can provide names of any of the officers on the gang's payroll.
What makes you think he'll co-operate? I'll offer him life imprisonment rather than the gallows.
It's an incentive that usually works.
That's, of course, if they don't get to him first.
Yes.
Quite.
Now I understand your choice of partner.
Someone from outside the police force.
Someone you can trust.
I wouldn't go that far! Looks like he's been injecting drugs.
Amphetamines, maybe.
I'll get the laboratory to test this.
Or Insulin.
He's a diabetic.
No wonder he was desperate for food.
After days on the run, his blood sugar must have plummeted.
He ran off without taking his belongings, so we can assume he doesn't have any more insulin on him.
I've checked with the pharmacy, all our insulin stocks are accounted for.
What makes you think he'll come here? He won't have the energy to traipse through village to village until he gets lucky.
This is his best bet.
If he did try elsewhere, I've got officers keeping an eye on every doctor's surgery and chemist within a five mile radius.
Oh, but the medicines here are kept under lock and key and the pharmacist is on duty throughout the day.
Which is why he'll probably wait until nightfall.
I'll speak to Matron, double check all the windows and doors are locked.
Station officers outside, then No, we don't want to scare him.
Let's give him exactly what he wants.
What are you doing here? Looking for this? Yeah.
All right.
Just stay back, all right? Surprise.
Wait, the priest? You're going to kill me, aren't you? No!We'll let the hangman do that, shall we? Alan Tylett, you're under arrest for the murder of DS Phillip Muir and the attempted murder of Sergeant Daniel Goodfellow.
You are not obliged to say anything, but anything you do say What do you mean, attempted murder? The police officer you shot at the cottage.
I didn't shoot nobody.
I didn't kill that other copper either, I'm being set up.
Of course you are.
Let's discuss this at the station.
No! Please don't take me in.
I'll tell you everything you want to know.
You'll be perfectly safe in a cell.
No, I won't, not with those people.
If you put me inside, they're going to kill me.
He has a point.
Oh, you scared me.
I wanted to surprise you.
I'm hardly in the condition.
Anyway, patients are sleeping, what you doing here? My dad sent me to watch over the Sarge.
I miss you.
These shifts, I barely get to see you.
A couple more weeks, we'll be waking up together in our own little cottage.
Which is good because if you get any bigger, everyone's going to know how naughty your mummy's been.
Shut up! Stop it.
That's I do hope I'm not interrupting anything.
Sorry, this is my fiance, Colin.
Colin, this is Mrs McCarthy.
Where is the doctor? I need to speak to him.
Sergeant Goodfellow is showing no signs of improvement.
That's to be expected.
First 24 hours are about keeping him stable and making sure his wounds are clean.
He's allergic to penicillin, so any infection could be very serious.
But we are doing everything we can, I swear.
Oh, and that includes canoodling in laundry rooms.
I'll go and check on Sergeant Goodfellow straight away.
Like I said, I was in the outhouse around the back.
I saw your copper going in the back door and I scarpered.
When I heard the gun, I thought he was shooting at me.
Mm.
Father, I'm telling the truth.
I believe you.
Let's go back.
What prompted this sudden desire to go straight? Your criminal record could stretch from here to Timbuktu.
I'm sick of it.
The game's changed.
Gangs are controlling everything.
I'm not a violent man.
I only got into it because no-one would give us a job.
So you went to see DS Muir and Told him I could give him names.
Bent coppers.
In exchange for protection.
Why trust him? How could you be sure he wasn't corrupt? Yeah, because I heard the Kendal brothers talking about him.
How he'd arrested one of their mates and refused a tip to turn a blind eye.
Anyway, so Muir says he'll talk to one of his bosses, someone who could arrange things.
Only the following night, this noise wakes me up.
Hello? I go downstairs, and there he is.
I guess Muir's boss ain't as clean as he thought.
As soon as I saw the body, I knew I was being set up.
I grabbed what I could and I scarpered.
And the names in the notebook? They're all officers you think have taken bribes.
I don't think, I know.
The notebook's only half of it.
I stole this from Michael Langborn.
Tricky Mickey.
He does the books for the Kendal brothers.
These accounts include a list of payments.
Each one has an initial next to it.
And those initials, they correspond to the names on your list.
Concrete evidence of police corruption.
If you get me the notebook back, maybe I can still make a deal.
Ah.
There may be a problem with that.
The notebook's gone missing.
Oh, no! I knew it.
There's one name on the list I should have mentioned.
As you were.
Just popped in to check on Goodfellow.
How's the shoulder?On the mend, sir.
Has Truman found Tylett? No word yet.
That's why I'm here.
Perhaps it's best we take matters back into our own hands.
Sir?I'm intending to do a bit of investigating myself, see if I can speed things along.
This notebook you mentioned Don't suppose you've been able to recall its contents.
It's still a bit foggy, sir.
Must be the painkillers they've got me on.
I see.
If you remember, you tell me first.
I don't want you talking to anyone else about it.
Not even Truman.
As you say, sir.
Excellent.
Thank you.
Why are you in here, Father?Waiting for you, Chief Superintendent.
I was told you'd gone to the hospital.
Yes, and now I'm back.
Well?St Mary's would like to organise a special event, to raise money for Sergeant Goodfellow and his family.
Whatever happens, the next few weeks are going to be difficult for them.
A kind thought, Father, and in principle you have my full support, but don't you think we should wait until the Sergeant is out of immediate danger? Yes, of course.
You're right.
Now, if you don't mind, my priority is catching the man who did this to him.
Of course.
Thank you.
I need the toilet.
You've just been.
Yeah, well, I've got a weak bladder.
Tough.
KNOCKING It's me.
Father Brown.
Come.
I got your note.
Why come back here? Couldn't risk any of your flock dropping by and seeing him.
Any luck? You were right.
Chief Superintendent Blaisen had it.
His name's in it.
Along with about a dozen others.
I think you should take Mr Tylett and the evidence to the Special Branch, while you still have a chance.
We've got safe houses in London where I can hide him until he testifies, but might not be that simple.
What do you mean? If the Chief Superintendent fired the gun, there's every chance Goodfellow could identify him, were he to wake up.
So you think he'll try and finish Goodfellow off? If he's that dirty, he'll do anything to avoid being exposed.
I need to get to the hospital.
No.
No.
I'll go.
You need to stay here with Mr Tylett, and we can't risk Chief Superintendent Blaisen knowing we're on to him.
Go, quickly.
I've got to get back, or I'll get in trouble.
And you're supposed to be watching the Sergeant.
Just one more minute.
I need help.
Doctor! Oh, I must have dozed off for a moment.
Just give him some room.
What's happened? I just popped out to get us some breakfast.
I don't know.
His breathing changed.
Oh, no.
What are they doing to him? He could be dying.
You were going to quit the job anyway when the baby comes.
Yeah, but not for ever.
I thought I might come back to it one day.
Now I might not have a choice.
It's my fault, I shouldn't have distracted you.
I let you, didn't I? He's hanging on.
They blame me.
I'm being hauled in front of Matron first thing tomorrow.
The doctor said something about a mistake in medication.
I gave the Sergeant something for his blood pressure, but that's it.
Doesn't make any sense.
How long were you away from the ward? Half an hour, maybe.
Long enough for someone to see the coast was clear, and then inject Sergeant Goodfellow with penicillin? Why would anyone do that? Because were he to awake, he might identify the man who shot him.
Father, we know who shot him, it was Alan Tylett.
So what, he came back to finish off the job?Well You think it was someone else? Who?I can't say.
Not without proof.
But if I find out for sure, it may be enough for you to get your job back.
What can we do? Because we will not stand idly by while some madman tries to kill Sergeant Goodfellow once and for all.
Stay with him.
ButMake sure no-one tries anything.
Very well, we shall guard him with our lives.
Yes.
Only me.
I just wanted to say You were right.
We should have waited.
Instead, because of me, you're lying here in a right old state.
So in case I don't get another chance Sorry.
And thank you.
Not just for saving my backside, but for .
.
everything.
You're a fine officer.
And a fine friend.
I was just giving Goodfellow a stern talking to.
Just like him to be lazing in bed when he should be on the beat.
Did you happen to notice anyone near Sergeant Goodfellow before the allergic reaction? You think?I fear so.
Oh, unless Miss Windermere or Mrs McCarthy were responsible.
Don't be absurd.
Then the only other people I saw with him were the pretty nurse and the doctors.
Nobody else? Well The chief super went to check on him.
And he's hardly likely to bump off one of his best sergeants, is he? Any chance we can lose the cuffs? So you can do a runner? You know it weren't me.
All I know is, I need your testimony to bring those officers to justice.
It won't change nothing.
Dirty coppers are like weeds, you get rid of a few, and new ones just grow in their place.
What took you so long? Someone injected Sergeant Goodfellow with penicillin.
He's allergic, he went into shock.
Someone? Chief Superintendent Blaisen was seen with him a few minutes before his condition deteriorated.
He's a senior officer.
Special Branch or not, I can't touch him without proof.
So, how do we get it? We use a trick.
Taught to me by an old friend.
PHONE RINGS Divisional Chief Superintendent Blaisen speaking.
You've got him? Excellent.
I'll be there straight away.
And don't tell Birmingham just yet.
We'll keep it to ourselves.
Constable Blaisen.
Yes, Sir.
Give me your notebook.
My notebook, sir? I was told never to lend it to anyone else.
I think you can make an exception just this once.
What do you need it for anyway, Sir? I've started remembering some of the names on Tylett's list.
I want to write them down before I forget again.
Good news.
Doctor says you can go, soon as we've sorted your paperwork.
At last.
And they want you back in a fortnight to check how it's healing.
No problem, I'll see you then.
Doubt I'll still be here, but they'll make sure you're looked after.
You get some rest now.
Absolutely.
Straight home to put my feet up.
Just as soon as Tylett's behind bars.
Truman.
What the devil's going on? Sir.
Problem? No, Sir.
Come on, Sir.
He killed one of our officers and put another in hospital, you can hardly expect me not to ruffle his feathers.
All things considered.
Strictly between us, I, I'm concerned he intends to make false statements against some of our colleagues in the Birmingham City police, damaging their otherwise untarnished reputations.
I believe it's my duty to dissuade him.
Why don't I have a word? Very well, Sir.
Here.
In case he gets out of hand.
Or tries to escape.
I'll be outside having a smoke.
Oh, please, don't.
Hey, I'm just here to talk, that's all.
Look, I didn't shoot DS Muir.
I know, but the information you gave him, he wanted to take to the top brass.
So my friends had no other choice.
You've been disloyal, Tylett, and now you're in a very deep hole.
Let's see if we can get you out of it, eh? Where's the accounts book you stole? It's there.
Where? Look, please, I won't say anything, just don't send me to the gallows.
Very well.
If you prefer another alternative.
What are you doing? Just protecting the interests of my employers.
It, it was you, wasn't it? You shot that other copper downstairs.
Me? No.
I was 20 miles away at a meeting of the watch committee.
You're lying.
If I wanted to bump off a fellow officer of the law, do you think I would be stupid enough to do it myself? Look, just stop.
Who'd believe me anyway? It'd be your word against that of a known criminal.
Oh.
And that of another officer of the law.
And a priest.
And you're right, you didn't need to shoot Sergeant Goodfellow, someone did it for you.
Fancy a lift home, Sir? No, you can take me back to Jefferty's cottage.
Let's see if we can find that notebook.
Very well, Sir.
Where is Constable Blaisen? Oh, he left about ten minutes ago.
Why? I'll check the station.
You stay with Goodfellow.
Is Colin in danger?Not exactly.
When was Inspector Mallory discharged? A short while ago, just before Colin left.
Father Look.
Isn't it quicker going down Wyatt's Lane? Sorry, Sir, I was miles away, I'll find somewhere to turn round.
It's all a bit of a blur.
I remember Colin.
Why would the lad do something like that? No time to explain.
Is there anywhere he would go if he wanted to hide? I can't think.
Sergeant, it is important.
He's mentioned Piper's Light before.
I think he goes fishing there at weekends.
That's not far from here.
It's isolated.
Hidden from the road.
Mrs McCarthy, would you telephone the police station and tell Inspector Sullivan to meet me at the lake? Might as well save your energy.
You're going to need it.
Have you any idea what they do to coppers in jail? Just leave me here! They know everything anyway.
If you kill me, you'll just make it worse.
No, no, no, please don't.
You know what they say, a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
Well, where are you going now? I said the cottage.
That should be locked up in evidence.
Get out.
Get out.
Whatever's going on, lad, this isn't the answer.
Quiet.
Please do me the decency of telling me why? I can't risk you remembering.
Remembering what? That his father is on the list of police officers taking kickbacks from criminals.
So, the Chief Super's on the take.
No, no, he's lying.
Chief Superintendent Blaisen had already been tipped off about evidence of police corruption stolen by Alan Tylett.
And when young Colin called him to say that Tylett had been spotted, he ordered you to retrieve it.
Didn't he? By any means, you understand? Get that notebook or we're finished.
Not just me, both of us, and you can kiss your wedding to that strumpet goodbye.
Now go.
It wasn't Goodfellow that Tylett saw going into the cottage, it was you.
You thought you'd have time while Inspector Mallory waited for backup, but he didn't wait.
Tylett! This is Inspector Mallory of Kembleford Police.
We have the place surrounded.
May as well give yourself up.
It wasn't my fault.
I was just trying to scare him off.
I was aiming to miss, only the Sergeant jumped in the way.
Look out, sir! You didn't aim to miss when you injected Goodfellow with penicillin, though, did you? That was attempted murder.
No, that wasn't me.
No, that was his father .
.
trying to make sure that Goodfellow didn't identify you.
He said he'd take care of everything.
I never meant for any of this to happen.
And God will forgive you, Colin, if you truly repent, but you cannot let another man take the blame for what you've done.
What about Alice? What about my baby? I've messed everything up.
Yes, which is why you owe it to them to make this right.
Be strong and tell the truth, Colin.
What's going to happen to me? Release the lad.
Dad.
He's confessed to shooting Sergeant Goodfellow.
Nonsense, he's trying to protect me.
I shot Goodfellow.
ButQuiet.
You said you were 20 miles away.
I lied.
Or you're lying now, to save your son.
Wait, what have you done with Tylett? He's escaped.
He's back on the run.
If you've hurt him You'll what? Because I doubt it's worse than what's in store for me.
Where is he?I let him go.
An act of mercy.
If you'd forced him to testify against corrupt officers, he'd be dead before they ever got to the court.
That list of names? It's just the tip of the iceberg.
So why are you here? To make a deal.
I'm willing to testify in Tylett's place.
Name every dirty cop in the Midlands.
Just as long as you keep my son out of it.
Dad, you don't need do this.
I'll even tell you who really killed DS Muir.
But only if Colin walks.
He is just a lad.
None of this is his fault.
Send him away and they will tear him to pieces.
Any chance of a lift into town? Inspector Sullivan! What a nice surprise.
Good to see some colour back in your cheeks, Goodfellow.
And you should be at home resting, sir.
I wanted to tell you in person that your attacker has been arrested.
I still can't believe the lad would do such a thing.
Actually, it was his father, the Chief Super.
He had us all fooled.
But I remember seeing Colin's face.
Strange thing, memory is, Goodfellow.
Plays all sorts of tricks, especially after a particularly traumatic incident.
Don't you worry about it, Sergeant, all you need to know is that the right man is behind bars.
Young Colin has decided that the police force is not the life for him.
But he's asked us to pass on his gratitude for your support.
Right.
You just fix yourself up now, Sergeant.
Thank you, Miss Windermere.
You two be getting on now.
I'll walk you out.
Actually, Father, could I have a quick word? Don't worry, I'll wait for you outside.
I'll be driving to London immediately.
Do you think we did the right thing? Yes.
Colin has a good heart.
What he did was down to the sins of the father.
You know, I rather enjoyed being on the same side for once.
We were always on the same side, Inspector.
About what happened when you, you know I'm not very good with things like this.
I know you'd do the same thing for me, Inspector.
I would, yes.
Now, I want you back at work as soon as possible.
I don't want Kembleford's best copper lying at home, feeling sorry for himself.
Right you are, Sir.
Talking of home, I should be getting back before the wife sends out a search party.
Actually, perhaps I'll until your family gets here.
That's very decent of you, Inspector.
We're off duty.
Call me Gerry.