Father Brown

There she is!

Walgrave, get your claws off this vision of beauty.

You can't possibly appreciate her.

Behave!

And why break the habit of a lifetime?

We're practising.

Well, I want to discuss a little wager with him.

Why don't you run along and help Merryn settle into her room?

- Oliver... - It's all right. Thank you, Lucy.

You look exquisite.

I know.

So, here's the deal...

.. if I win the competition, then you give up dancing.

Let me have my fiance back.

She's done enough charity work being your dance partner.

And if I win?

Well, then I'll give you something money can't buy.

I'll tell you who took your sight.

I must say, Lady Johnton...

Call me Lady Rose.

I must say, Lady Rose,

it's very generous of you to help with the appeal.

Oh, not at all.

Last year, we donated the proceeds to Major Peterson's

Historical Re-enactment Society.

At least a church roof has a purpose.

We have two days of classes

and practice sessions planned,

and then the competition

is on Sunday night.

Oh. - Oh, a sjambok! - Indeed.

A what?

African whip made of hippopotamus hide.

How troubled should I be that you know that?

Where did you get it?

I picked up all of these things on my travels.

I'll show you to the ballroom. - Oh.

I do hope you'll all be joining in.

Oh, you obviously have never seen Father Brown dance.

Not my natural form of expression, I admit.

Miss Windermere, you look like a ballroom dancer.

Oh, I'm afraid I've always found it rather tedious.

Follow me.

On the other hand...

Somebody has perked up!

Alexander is one of my star pupils.

I know it's not the done thing for a lady to ask for a dance,

but I wondered if you could make my being here worthwhile?

I'd love to dance with you.

Terrific.

- Can you? - Of course.

Tell me when we're approaching the edge.

Oh, turn. Turn now!

You don't need to shout.

So, when do you start?

Three weeks' time. I'll be teaching the new second form.

Mm! Sounds a hoot.

I just felt like I needed to do something a bit more

- meaningful with my life. - Hm.

Where did you get that?

It was a present. Do you like it?

I think it's important to always look your best, don't you?

Now, there's a gentleman that's bound to dance with you.

Who?

Holy Mother!

You're a wonderful dancer.

So are you.

- What's your name? - Bunty.

I'm Alexander.

How did you learn to dance like that?

Patient teachers.

Shall we?

- Oh, yes. - Alexander!

This is my competition partner, Lucy Dawes.

Bunty Windermere.

A pleasure. Alexander, we must practise.

Oliver has been putting in the hours, and we need to do the same.

Yes. I'm sorry, Bunty. Thank you for the dance.

Isn't that Merryn Tyrell?

Yes.

Oh, such a sad business about her father.

I guess I should take you for a spin.

Lucy!

Give me a moment.

What's that? I didn't give it to you.

Oliver, we're practising!

I buy you nice jewellery -- expensive jewellery.

I'll wear what I like!

Everything all right?

Oh!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Are you all right?

Just lead me to the door.

I can find my way from there.

What's wrong?

Why are you wearing that?

It goes with my eyes.

Show some respect.

Everything is just a game to you, isn't it?

Oh, you've become so worthy since you took that job.

You wouldn't catch Lucy doing something so vulgar. Shall we?

Where are you going?

Anywhere but here. The girls are in a strop.

How is Alexander?

Embarrassed.

Father Brown, take me in a close hold.

It's time to get you dancing.

Now, count one to four.

One, two, three, four.

In time to the music. And.. one...

Lucy? Are you there?

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow.

Thank you.

I did warn you I'm not a natural.

Well, she is tenacious -- I'll give her that.

Yes.

Mrs McCarthy, would you do me the honour?

How can I say no?

It's like all my Christmases have come at once.

Help! I need help!

In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

Sergeant, what are all these people doing here?

Ballroom dancing competition, Sir.

Why were you here?

Um... Go through, Constable.

Oh, no!

I had an aunt that taught me, Sir.

Look, please don't tell the lads down at the station.

I always suspected you had a dark secret, but this...

It's bad enough my sergeant thinks he's Fred Astaire

- without finding you in here, Padre! - Inspector.

You should know the drill by now. Crime scene, get out, comprende?

Downstairs, she was wearing a necklace. Now she isn't.

So robbery was the motive. Very good. Now go!

Sir, the gentleman here discovered the body.

Please, I need to tell you something.

I heard the killer leaving.

But you didn't see anything?

I'm blind.

So we're looking for someone with feet at a dancing competition.

- Very helpful! - I know who did this.

We'll take your statement later.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've a murder to solve.

Inspector...

Penelope, why don't you introduce me to your new friend?

This is Father Brown.

Alexander Walgrave.

Pleased to meet you.

Now, why don't we go somewhere quiet,

and you can tell me what you heard?

After I fell, I needed a few moments to gather myself, so I sat out here.

It's hard to identify someone from their footsteps,

but there is one person whose sound is entirely distinctive.

Lady Rose -- she walks with a stick.

I heard her leaving Lucy's bedroom.

I realised Lucy must be in her room.

Lucy?

I was worried that she might blame herself for my fall,

so I went to reassure her.

Lady Rose must have been the last person to see her alive.

We have to make Mallory listen.

Oh, please, Inspector, these people are my guests!

And one of them is a killer.

Until we find the murder weapon, no-one is going anywhere.

Thank you, Sir.

Don't even think about laying your paws on me, Sergeant!

No pockets. You're all right.

This can't be happening, not to my Lucy.

Sir.

Is this the necklace the deceased was wearing?

She had a name.

Did you remove this from her body?

No, I took it from Lucy's bag -- the black one in the corner.

But that's my bag.

What?

After all I've done for you, this is how you repay me?

Lies and false accusations?

I thought it was Lucy's.

It got knocked over, and I saw the necklace in it.

Why did you take it?

I thought it was a gift from one of her admirers.

Everyone wanted her, and she loved rubbing my face in it.

I just thought I would take it to teach her a lesson.

So you stole the necklace to punish her?

No! She was my fiance. I loved her.

You don't know the meaning of the word!

I'm arresting you for the murder of Lucy Dawes.

You're not obliged to say anything, unless you wish to do so,

but whatever you say may be put in writing and given in evidence.

You wanted to talk to us.

I've no love for Oliver, but he didn't do this.

I know what I heard.

Lady Rose left the bedroom just before I found Lucy's body.

But we've no way of proving that.

After I lost my sight, Lucy fought to help me rebuild my life.

She gave me back my confidence, even helped me learn to dance again.

I've no doubt that she's meant a lot to you.

- But that doesn't... - I have to get justice for her.

I can't do it alone.

How can we help?