Lisa?
Where are you going?
For a stroll with Brenda.
I asked you yesterday.
But The Archers is on soon.
I can miss one.
But you didn't tell me
where you were going
or when you'll be coming back.
I don't know. Soon.
It's a stroll.
Well, if you know you're coming back
soon,
then you must have a destination
in mind.
Please, Mum, don't embarrass me.
Ey up, Lisa?
Hi, Sra. Morris.
Stay out of trouble.
We will, Mum.
Ladies. The fun's come to town.
Excuse me, how dare you!
Billy, let's go.
Sergeant Goodfellow.
I couldn't help but notice
that your hymn singing this morning
lacked your normal gusto.
It's this inspector's exam, father.
In four weeks, you said?
More like four days.
I got my dates mixed up. I've got no
time to revise.
Four days?
What will you do?
You'll be surprised how
much you know.
Which is less than he should,
given that g*ng of ruffians
still hasn't been chased out of the
village.
They've not broken any laws,
Sra. Morris.
Good day.
Are you talking about the Ton-Ups?
I've read all about them.
Not to be confused with a similar
youth g*ng, the Teddy Boys.
Well, they're Vikings on wheels.
Racing around, keeping us
up all night.
Please, father, if the police won't
do anything, perhaps you will.
Before our youth are corrupted.
Oi, Lisa! What do you think?
Told you I could pull it off.
Lisa?
We're picking
strawberries for dinner.
Please, Mum.
Well, keep clear of those hooligans.
I should meet our new guests.
Extend the hand of friendship.
And watch it get slapped away.
I'll come, too.
Any opportunity to meet fellow
motoring enthusiasts.
I'll just fetch my bag.
Don't mind me.
Why'd you have to wear that?
You'll get me
in trouble with Frau Commandant.
Do you know how much
I paid for this?
I'm never taking it off.
There.
How do I look?
A bit smudged.
Don't! It's not my fault.
Mum won't let me have any of this.
You sure you want to do all this
for Billy?
He talks like he's a cowboy
or something.
Maybe it's for me.
I've met a lot of wrong-uns
like him
Lucky you.
You have all these wild stories,
what do I have?
Sewing club with Mum.
Today it's my turn.
Good?
Stunner.
Tuned it up myself.
500ccs in there,
I'll be doing a tonne in no time
and you'll be eating my dust.
That's why you're fastest.
Oi, hands off, magpie.
Only I touch my baby.
That's the one rule, all right?
I thought rebel riders
didn't follow rules.
Yeah, well, you'll follow this one
if you know what's good for you.
Keep them coming, Denny.
Right you are, Billy.
Cola?
If they see me, they'll tell Mum.
Oi, where are you going?
What are you two doing here?
We thought we'd come and say hello
to Kembleford's new guests.
Welcome, father.
Sorry I missed mass again.
Busy times.
Of course.
Father Brown, Billy Turner.
Billy, our parish priest.
And I'm Sra. Devine,
parish secretary
and fellow hot-rod.
Are you serious?
In that thing?
So, what brings you to
Kembleford, Sr. Turner?
Good question.
We live free, father.
Go where we want.
Sleep beneath the stars.
And your locals seem friendly.
Does that mean you'll be
moving on soon?
Don't crease your cassock.
We leave tomorrow.
So soon?
I'd hoped
Where those burgers at, mate?
I need to talk to you. Later, all
right. All these interruptions
You really know how to treat your
girls right, don't you?
Yeah, I sure do.
Here, have a drink on me, Priest.
Enjoy the races.
Ooh, what kind?
Record racing. You heard of that?
You put a song on the Jukebox,
you drive solo around the circuit
and you have to get
back before the music stops.
Sounds like musical chairs.
Except you're doing 70
round country bends.
Sounds dangerous.
Hear that, Billy?
It's dangerous.
Shut up, you. How would you know?
You've been too chicken to race
for weeks.
You should stick around.
I'm going to b*at my best time.
I believe you visited
St Mary's earlier.
If you care about your flock,
get your lost sheep away from us,
as fast as possible.
Tea, father?
Please.
How have you found our
village guests?
They're ragged around the edges,
but they're good kids.
And they spend like
there's no tomorrow.
Hello, Lance. Good to see you.
And you, father.
I dropped another one. Sorry.
Another burger?
Lance.
The floor doesn't pay for them.
That's a little nip
for the Ton-Uppers after hours.
Don't worry. You helped me from
a dark place, father.
I'm never going back.
Have you heard from your family
recently?
She's training to be a nurse,
bless her.
My wife
Who could blame her?
After the way I treated them.
You've come a long way
since those days.
And my door is always open.
Thank you, father.
Here's your cuppa.
That'll be tuppence.
I'll get your change.
Dear.
Probably Lance got confused again.
No doubt there's cash
in the cutlery drawer.
Here. Have this on me.
Thank you.
My uncle had a Silver Streak.
It really moved.
Sra. Morris, hello.
Have you seen my daughter?
Lisa?
I
can't see her right now.
Sra. Morris.
It's a difficult age.
My son and I had some run-ins,
I can tell you.
Lisa and I are inseparable.
But it's natural for the young
to spread their wings.
There's plenty of time for that.
She's 19, isn't she?
Would you mind
watching my gardening tools?
I don't want them
stolen by this rabble.
Lisa?
How can you say that?
Here come the waterworks.
Lisa!
I knew it.
Sneaking behind my back!
Are you all right?
Leave me alone, Lance!
She's a sweet girl, isn't she?
Lisa!
Good that, isn't it?
Garcon, one for the road, yeah?
Here, why's your village
full of so many crackpots, huh?
Do you lot have too many cousins
marrying, or what?
Would explain a few things for you,
though, wouldn't it?
Is that your best comeback?
Shhhh?
If you're the best thing that
Kembleford can offer a girl,
no wonder why Lisa wants a real man.
I'll k*ll you! Yeah?
Gentlemen, please!
Billy! You want to get locked up?
I suggest you both take a moment
and calm down.
Go and cool down.
You're taking his side?
He's a customer. Go!
You've got it coming! Yeah?
Right.
Who's up for some racing?
Billy?
Cue up my song, maestro.
It's all very exciting.
Yeah.
Sr. Turner certainly knows how to
create a drama.
But he's assured me they're leaving
tomorrow,
which I can't help but feel is
a blessing.
What'd you say to that girl?
Huh?
What'd you say to that girl?
You want to say something, do you?
Come on. Hit me.
Anything to wake you up.
Billy big-sh*t. Never learns.
Yeah, well,
at least I'm not a sad-sack loser.
Every girl wants me.
Can't blame them though, can ya?
Music.
Ride or die, boys!
Yeah?
Come on.
Sh'Boom by The Crew Cuts
Let's see how you like being
the loser for once.
That's all right.
Get it. Go on, keep going.
What's he playing at?
duty inspectors are responsible
When you've quite finished revising,
Sergeant.
What a grisly way to go.
This wire must have been put
up recently.
It wasn't an hour ago
I drove this way.
Oi, found something.
They took the barbed-wire from here.
Look, the top strip's gone.
Is this what you call preserving
the scene, Sergeant?
Technically they were witnesses.
They were here before us, sir.
Well, the k*ller could've been
lying in wait.
This race start at a specific time?
Not really.
Everyone knew Billy was going
to race. He raced every day.
The cafe's over a mile away.
How did the k*ller get here so fast?
Perhaps they had an accomplice?
Or perhaps not.
Inspector, would you indulge me
for a moment, please?
I don't really have time
for a country stroll, father.
miss Palmer, are you familiar with
the song
that was playing during
Roger's fatal race?
It's only my favourite.
Would you be
so kind as to serenade us with it?
I know it, too.
I'm not some fuddy-duddy yet,
you know.
Perish the thought.
Right.
Go!
Join in if you know the words,
chief inspector.
Thank you, ladies.
We're only halfway through.
Exactly.
Yet here we are,
where the race started.
The cafe backs onto
a short cut to the race route.
I suspect the moment
the song started,
the k*ller ran across the field,
cut the wire and set their trap.
Escaping once the deed was done.
Which means that the k*ller
was at the cafe
and that Roger Norton was not
the intended victim.
And you know that because?
Because it was Billy Turner's
turn to race.
They were after me?
Which means you may still be
in danger.
Yeah, well, we take care
of our own business.
It might help if you can tell us
anyone who may wish you dead.
Might be easier asking who didn't.
Miss Palmer
Where've you been?
Got my arm cleaned up.
I heard one of them d*ed.
Yes, Roger Norton.
That's your man right there.
He att*cks me
and then says I'll get mine
and then vanishes.
He's lying. I didn't k*ll Roger.
Ask the Priest.
He was there, weren't you?
Is this true, father?
Did Sr. South att*ck
and thr*aten Sr. Turner here?
Technically. But he was goaded.
But I didn't do it, father!
The k*ller used barbed-wire.
That can leave scratches.
Billy tripped me.
I fell on broken glass.
Now who's lying?
!
You k*lled my mate.
Now string him up before I do
something!
Lance South, I'm arresting you
You're not obliged to say anything,
but anything you say may be
given in evidence.
Denny
Father, please!
Father, I know I lost my temper,
but I'd never
Billy Turner tormented you,
but it was the mention of
Lisa Morris's name
that incited you to v*olence.
How long have you
been in love with her?
I was going to tell her.
Every day for the last three years.
But I'm
me and she's
You know?
And then Billy swans in
and ruins everything.
Unfortunately, that is
a compelling motive for m*rder.
Lance, did you happen to see
anyone else clash
with Billy Turner this morning?
Well
I suppose, I did see Lisa.
Take me with you when you leave.
We can be together.
Listen, sweetheart. You're just
a little girl
who ate your mum's lippy,
all right.
In what world would
I want you tagging along with me?
How can you say that?
!
Here come the waterworks
Are you all right?
And he broke her heart.
You see?
Why would I k*ll him?
Billy turned Lisa down
and she stays here.
Yes.
Why k*ll him when you knew
he'd be gone by tomorrow?
One more thing, father.
Keep Lisa safe.
Please.
She's not in her right mind
around Billy.
Lisa's the first friend I made here.
If she's a k*ller,
I'm Winston Churchill.
I wasn't expecting you, father.
I take it you've heard
what's happened?
No-one deserves to die like that.
I thought you hated them.
Well, who could blame me?
You of all people know why, father.
Indeed.
Might I ask where you went
after your daughter fled the cafe?
To find her, of course.
Then, empty-handed, I returned home.
I've never even spoken
to the deceased.
Would it be possible to have a word
with your daughter?
Is that necessary?
I don't believe Lance South is
responsible for this crime
and any light miss Morris could
shed would be invaluable.
Lisa!
It may seem a little harsh
keeping her indoors,
but it's for her own good.
Sra. Morris, would it be possible
to speak to Lisa alone?
Please?
If you insist, father.
Mum says I can't leave the house
till Billy's gone.
I'd rather be in Borstal.
It seems overly protective.
Lisa, we know about your plan to
run off with Billy.
It's all right, we just want to know
where you went after the cafe.
Back home, once I'd built up
the courage to face Mum.
Can anyone confirm that?
No.
Why?
We're aware that Billy Turner
did not let you down easily.
You think I?
I could never hurt him.
That's what I said.
But you were around Billy a lot.
Maybe you saw something?
Because now's the time to say it.
Don't judge Billy for this, OK?
I saw him stealing from Denny
and giving him a hard time.
He threatened Sr. Beaton
You picked a right charmer.
How'd you think
he survives on the road?
!
He looks out for his g*ng.
And I should be with him,
but he didn't want me,
because I'm a stupid little girl.
I think that's quite enough for now,
don't you?
Morning, Sra. Inniss. Good morning.
You missed, Kembleford!
And I'm still here
and we ain't going nowhere until we
get justice for our fallen brother.
Oi, watch it!
I came to see how you are,
not help you escape.
Just check the coast is
clear, will you?
Is this your whole wardrobe?
!
Just a little gift for Billy.
Why?
He turned you down flat.
He was wrong
and I've got a plan
to make him regret it.
I need your help, Bren. Please.
I thought I was supposed to be
the bad influence on you.
Are you my friend or not?
Come on.
The diocese expects this
by Tuesday.
Possibly last Tuesday.
I will deal with it on my return
from speaking to Sr. Beaton.
It seems that Billy Turner wasn't
the profitable customer
he appeared to be.
You won't have to go far.
How fortuitous.
I was just on my way to see you.
I had to take a moment for Roger.
And poor Lance.
Lance.
I know one misdemeanour he's
innocent of.
The money from your till wasn't
mislaid, was it?
I know how it looks.
Why didn't you tell the police
what Billy was up to?
The Lord knows I've done worse
things than Billy in my life.
There's good in him.
I thought I could help,
the way you helped me.
A noble intent.
I know what you're thinking, father.
And I don't blame you.
But I didn't do it.
But it was you who suggested
that Billy raced.
I wanted to diffuse
a tense situation.
If I'd left it,
might Roger still be with us.
I wish I'd got to know him better.
He seemed a troubled soul.
Don't blame yourself.
Roger was in a dark place.
Lance got to know him a bit
and said he was kind,
but all I saw was despair
I should get back.
Rog loved the life
and he always put us first,
no matter what.
To Roger!
To Roger!
Billy,
come dance.
Borrowed your mummy's heels, did ya?
Maybe try sitting, yeah?
Ease up, goodie-two-shoes.
Don't embarrass me.
You're doing fine there yourself.
Billy,
you're so funny!
You're jealous, cos I'm the cool
one now, you're the mouse.
They're laughing at you.
Please, come on, let's just go.
Yeah?
Laugh at this.
Oi, get off my bike!
Lisa! Oi!
Lisa?
Is supper ready?
Lisa?
No.
What have you done?
What are you playing at?
You could've been k*lled.
I told you, no-one touches my bike.
I wasn't listening.
All right, then.
Hello.
Goodness.
Sr. Beaton said
you got to know Roger Norton
and that you thought him a kind man.
He was different from the rest.
He lit a memorial candle
in St Mary's.
Do you know why?
Well, he did say something
when he got
talking about Billy's ways.
What did he say?
That he was head over heels for some
girl he met in Gloucester,
but she only had eyes for Billy.
One night Billy took her for a ride.
They'd been drinking.
Roger tried to stop them, but
She d*ed.
He felt guilty about it ever since.
Never lived to see justice served.
Maybe I won't neither.
No.
God is with you.
And I will find out who is
responsible.
L is for the Larceny Act, 1916.
Hopeless. Truth be told, I'm
thinking of pulling out of the exam.
I'm just not ready.
I had a similar wobble
during my seminary days,
wondering whether I was worthy of
my calling.
How'd you manage it?
I focused on the reasons why
I was there.
Helping people,
and bringing them closer to God.
And in fact, I need your help.
Can you see if the deceased,
Roger Norton,
was linked to a recent suspicious
death, near Gloucester?
Leave it with me.
My home's been vandalised.
Those leather-clad louts.
No-one's safe.
I'm so sorry to hear that,
Sra. Morris.
Are you certain it was the Ton-Ups?
Well, who else?
I won't forget the
sound of their engines pulling up.
I hid as they smashed my windows in.
It's heartbreaking, it really is.
Something has to be done!
You want results, madam?
I'll get you some.
And I'll be letting the whole
village know what happens.
It seems that a k*ller still
at large is not our only concern.
Emotions are running high.
They'll be out with torches
and pitchforks soon.
What do we do?
Lisa?
Lisa, maybe we should go.
Fine. You deal with your mum.
What're you two doing here?
I really don't know. He's got one
of those looks about him.
Easy, boys.
I don't think the priest is
out to get me just yet.
Sr. Turner.
I'm here to ask for patience.
The m*rder*r will be found.
But until then, we cannot allow this
to escalate any further.
Do you hear that boys?
Our brother's dead
and we need patience.
Let's settle this on your terms.
I challenge you to a race.
Today.
That's not wise, father.
Start at the church, left hand
circuit around the village, 5pm?
And if I prevail,
the Ton-Ups will leave Kembleford.
Are you serious?
All right.
And when I win, I want your
collection plate this Sunday.
Father, we can't.
We won't have to.
Done.
Racing a priest, eh?
Looks like dinner's on the Pope,
boys!
Billy, please don't do this.
Are you with me or them?
Actually, she's coming with us.
Lisa Morris, I am arresting you on
to your mother's property.
You are not obliged to say anything,
but anything you do say may be
given in evidence.
What?
I have witnesses who saw you
riding a motorcycle
alone near your home
at the time of the att*ck.
As I understand it,
all the other Ton-Ups were here?
Billy?
Nothing to do with me.
Why would you
bash your own house up?
Her neighbours say she and
Sra. Morris have had terrible rows
of late and Sra. Morris'
dislike of Billy is on record.
Please. I'm one of you now.
I weren't involved, officer.
All right?
Come on. This way.
Come on.
Wait until Sra. Morris
hears about this!
We're missing a piece of the puzzle.
We know that Roger Norton lost
someone important to him.
At Billy's hand.
And he came here to mourn,
which means the object of his
affection
had a connection with Kembleford.
Then Lisa sacked me off
for a hairdo on wheels.
I understand your anger,
but perhaps now is the time that
Lisa needs you most.
How come I've always got to be
the bigger person?
Hello, father, come to see the havoc
wrought?
Kembleford's up in arms.
Which is exactly what you wanted.
Sorry?
And so am I.
The glass is outside.
If your windows had been
broken from the road,
it would have been on the inside.
Well, I cleaned it up.
Not well enough.
May I?
Specks of wood and paint.
I'm sorry you had to act with
such desperation.
You sabotaged your own home?
It was your intention to have
Billy Turner run out of the village.
Was it also you intention
to k*ll him?
No!
I only wanted to prove
the Ton-Ups are bad news.
They weren't the one who got blamed,
it was Lisa. Nonsense.
Your daughter's been arrested
for this crime.
Your crime. No.
I was only trying to
protect her.
It is a mother's instinct.
You need to tell the truth.
I'll go and see chief inspector Sullivan
right away.
Not just the police.
Your daughter needs to know
the truth.
Father, I can't.
Then you will end up causing
exactly what you have fought
so hard to stop.
You're free to go, miss Morris.
Darling. Don't!
You ruined our home
to get me away from Billy.
Well, I wanted Billy to get me
away from you.
Let me explain.
What have I done?
Father
So I've made a few calls.
And?
No criminal charges.
But I kept digging, found out that
Roger and Billy
were both named in a road traffic
accident
report involving a young woman.
Did you find out her name?
She was never identified.
The Ton-Ups, well,
they refused to co-operate.
All they found on the body
was two shillings,
some cigarettes and a nurse's pin.
So, not much to go on.
No. That is excellent, Sergeant.
No inspector could've done better.
Thank you.
Thank you, father. I think.
Father, the time. You're going
to be late for the race.
Right. It's time.
He'll be here.
Priest's rules.
He said race at five.
He's already left, the big cheat.
I may be too late.
What's going on?
Get out the way!
What do you think I'm doing?
Wait
You planned this, didn't you?
The race is over. You're in danger.
I won't fall for your dirty tricks.
I think the k*ller's up ahead.
I never lose a race!
Engine oil.
m*rder disguised as an accident.
Is this your idea of a poetic death,
Sr. Beaton?
You're not supposed to be here.
You blame Billy
for your daughter's death.
How?
Even I didn't know she was gone.
Not until the Ton-Ups came
to the village.
The nurse's pin on Katie's body.
You said she wanted to be a nurse.
Her last letter
Yes.
She rebelled, much like Lisa.
After her death,
Roger came to Kembleford
bearing his burden of sorrow.
I take it
he shared his grief with you,
and you turned yours to vengeance.
I knew she'd been
missing for months.
I couldn't tell anyone,
not even you, the shame of it.
Better to hope she'd come home.
Then Roger got drunk one night.
He got to talking about this girl.
Katie.
He didn't know I was her dad.
So I sat there and I listened
and I realised that
this poor little girl
who'd been abandoned by her family,
who d*ed far from home
was my little girl.
You knew they'd be racing
the next day,
so you went out
and prepared the barbed wire,
so that when it was Billy's turn
to race,
you had time to take the short cut,
set your trap and get back to the
cafe before the music stopped,
but you didn't know that Roger
had taken Billy's place.
The wrong person got punished.
I won't miss a second time.
Revenge is not the answer.
Billy Turner needs to atone
for his sins and so do you.
And then, please God, you will
see your daughter in Heaven.
She should be here!
I chased her away with my sins.
Chased her to her death!
It's too late!
Are you crazy?
You could've been k*lled!
He's never going to win.
Ye of little faith.
What you doing?
What's going on?
Why you stopping?
You did it!
Never doubted you for a second.
I arranged with Farmer Dillon
to make a special delivery at 5pm.
His punctuality saved the day.
Someone mind telling me
what's going on?
I can, chief inspector.
I k*lled that boy.
And I'm going to regret it
for the rest of my days.
Sergeant.
Sr. Beaton, I'm arresting you
for the m*rder of Roger Norton.
You're not obliged to say anything,
but anything you do say may be
given in evidence. This way, sir.
Well, I have to thank you, father.
You're not normally so approbatory
of my involvement, chief inspector.
I had an eight shilling bet
you'd win the race.
If there's one thing I've learnt,
never underestimate father Brown.
There he is! A free man.
I just wish Denny was, too.
What will happen to him?
I'm hoping they'll take what
happened to Katie into account.
But in the meantime,
he wants me to get back to work.
Thanks, Lance,
for caring.
The cafe's always going to be
open to you,
any time you need it,
cos, you know,
the cafe really likes you.
I like the cafe, too.
A reason to stay, ey?
Sorry, all right?
It's Mum I want to get away from,
not you.
I feel trapped.
Try telling her that.
It won't work.
Try.
I'd give anything to have a mum,
fighting over boys and curfews.
You have that.
Is that right?
Yes.
Usually followed by a prayer.
I don't do that.
What would you say to Katie
and Roger if you could?
Well, they can't hear me.
They're dead.
Perhaps they can.
Certainly, God is listening.
No offence, priest,
but I'm gone, all right?
This village of yours is too rough.
Then I will pray for them
and for you.
I'd say I'm sorry.
You won't let me grow up.
I wish you could understand.
I do.
I was you, Lisa.
I felt trapped.
I rebelled.
I met a boy from out of town.
Nine months later, I had you.
What?
Your father didn't die in the w*r.
Or maybe he did. I have no idea.
I didn't even know his last name.
Mum! Please.
Despite the shame and the hardships,
know that I wouldn't change a thing.
I love you.
I just didn't want you
making my mistakes.
I was wrong to hold you back.
Wherever you want to go,
let me help you get there.
How about home?
It's going to be quieter now
they've gone, father.
Which is a blessing,
cos I must get to my exam.
Break a leg, Sarge.
Yes. Good luck and thank you.
Roger Norton's m*rder couldn't have
been solved without you.
All in a day's work, father.
He looks like he's passed already.
What do you think?
I think I might get one.
A pair of Ton-Up Dollies!
That's it! I'm taking it back.
Sra. Devine! No. I'm keeping it!
Hand it over!