Wonderful. Thank you.
Goodbye.
PHONE CLATTERS INTO CRADLE
That was Ms Clement
on the telephone.
What, the headmistress?
Well, what did she want?
Rather exciting news, actually...
Ah.
Kembleford's getting a royal visit!
All right, hang on a second,
Father Brown was just about
to announce some exciting news.
Go on, Father.
That was the exciting news.
Oh. Do you think
we'll get to meet her?
As a matter of fact, we will.
In recognition of our contribution
to the fundraising,
we will be joining Ms Clement
at the grand opening.
Hmm. I was hoping
for Elizabeth Taylor.
MS CLEMENT: They're here.
Places, everybody.
We don't have to salute
or anything do we?
They're royal aides, not royalty,
you don't have to...
Oh, my goodness.
He's rather dapper, isn't he?
Good morning. Allow me to introduce
Inspector Beckett,
liaison for palace security,
and Ms Barnes, Her Royal Highness's
personal assistant.
Mayor Wood. A pleasure.
I trust your accommodation
was satisfactory?
Adequate, thank you.
Pleased to meet you.
I'm Ms Clement, the headmistress.
And this is Father Brown
and his associates,
Brenda Palmer and Mrs Devine -
they've been instrumental in
raising the funds for the library.
Ms Clement is too modest.
We merely leant a hand.
Father Brown. Brenda.
Er, sorry, I didn't quite catch...?
Oh, um, Mrs Devine.
Isabel.
Charmed.
Right. Yes, well, we should probably
make a start, I think?
Absolutely, I assume you'll
want to see the new library first,
so if you'd care to follow me.
DOOR RATTLES
Problem, Ms Clement?
No, no problem,
Ray was supposed to...?
It's possible Ray has overslept.
He overdid it on the ale last night
and I was called to the pub
to drive him home.
Oh, dear, how embarrassing.
I can only apologise.
Ms Clement, I think you better go
and wake him up, don't you think?
I'll come with you.
Are you all right?
Of course I'm not all right.
He's loving this, isn't he,
our esteemed Mayor?
You do know he never contributed
a penny to any of this!
I take it you'll be standing
against him at the next election?
Oh, too right I will.
Kembleford needs a mayor
who cares about this community,
not just himself!
Ugh... typical!
Raymond! Ah!
Father? What are you...?
What's going on?!
I'm afraid
you've slightly overslept.
"Slightly"?
The Royal aides are already here!
Royal what?
The representatives from the palace
who are attending the school today
in advance of the royal visit.
Oh. That.
Yes, "that"!
Did you at least finish
tidying up the library?
Yeah, course.
What's this doing here?
Looks old.
It is.
Must have dug it out last night.
Obviously feeling sentimental.
How nice for you.
Where are the keys?
Oh, for heaven's sake. Find them!
That's your caretaker?
He was at the Inn
we were staying at last night.
Made quite the spectacle of himself.
He was blind drunk,
boorish and loud.
We retired early
just to get away from him.
Yes, well, he will not be here
the day of the visit,
that I can promise you.
Oh... Watch what you're doing, man!
Not the best of starts, Ms Clement.
So your caretaker
lives in the school?
It's a temporary arrangement.
The opening ceremony will take place
at the front of the school.
There will be a brass band.
Oh, lovely!
I should like to run through
a quick rehearsal with you all.
This way, please.
That's a dapper-looking suit. Do you
think it hides a concealed w*apon?
Thank you, Mrs Devine. And, er...
..yes, as a matter of fact, it does.
The library is just through here.
I think you'll be very...
You didn't lock up?
I-I thought I did.
Thought you did?
Your tools are still here.
Did you even come in here
last night?
I...
The second I was gone, you went
straight to the pub, didn't you?!
Look, I-I was going to come back
later to finish off, but I...
But you could barely walk by then,
could you?!
Have you any idea what you've done?!
You've ruined everything!
Ms Clement!
SHE CLEARS HER THROAT
Er, I think she just needs a moment.
Poor woman. All that hard work.
I presume the visit
will have to be cancelled?
Cancelled? I've got half the
constabulary prepped for this visit.
This was supposed to be my...
Kembleford's chance to shine.
Why would someone vandalise
a library, anyway?
Anarchists.
Don't be ridiculous, Sergeant.
There are no anarchists
in Kembleford.
This is clearly the work of kids.
Whoever it was made quite the mess,
but the damage
is surprisingly minimal.
And, I believe, salvageable.
Absolutely, especially
if we all pull together.
There's still two days
before the visit,
do we really need to be
talking about cancelling it?
Your confidence is admirable,
Mrs Devine.
So, no, we do not.
For now.
Why don't we all give Ms Clement
ten minutes or so
and then reconvene
for the rehearsal?
If you'll excuse me,
I need to use the little boy's room.
Are you all right, Ms Barnes?
No, no, no, I'm not.
I've lost my lighter.
I'm sorry, I...
Blimey, must be
a pretty important lighter.
Well, if you'll all excuse me, too,
I might as well take this
opportunity to inspect the grounds.
Right. Staffroom, kettle, cuppa?
You do not speak until
Her Royal Highness has spoken first.
You do not ask questions of her
unless invited to do so.
Mrs Devine, perhaps you could
stand in for the princess?
It's the role I was born to play!
And, er, Brenda, isn't it?
Perhaps you could be
the flower-girl?
The what?
It's my understanding one
of the pupils here will come up
from the crowd to present
Her Royal Highness with a bouquet.
Is that correct, Ms Clement?
Hmm?
Yes! Sorry, yes.
So what I'll need you to do
is come up at the end, curtsey...
Sorry... Sorry, what?
Yeah, I don't know how to curtsey.
It's really very simple.
Yeah, sorry, do you know what?
I don't really think
I'm flower-girl material.
I think I'm probably better
giving Ray a hand clearing up.
Honestly, Miss Palmer,
there's nothing to it.
You just simply backfoot bob.
Mm... Ah. Right.
Yeah... No, sorry, Father.
Right, then.
Line, please.
Places, everyone.
Cars arrive, crowd cheers,
band begins to play and...
Your Royal Highness,
if you'd care to step this way.
We start on the left here.
Your Royal Highness, Father Brown.
Delighted to meet you.
Father!
Inspector...
Oh!
Everyone stay out there,
no-one leave the premises.
Excuse me, didn't you hear
what I just said?
What do you think you're doing?
My job, Chief Inspector.
I suggest you do yours.
Oh, no, not you as well.
Chief Inspector, I must be permitted
to perform the last rites.
Ego facultate...
Sergeant, we were barely
ten yards away.
Have you any idea how
this is going to look?
..indulgentiam plenariam et
remissionem omnium peccatorum
tibi condedo, et benedico te.
In nominee Patris, et Fili,
et Spiritus Sancti.
Amen.
DOOR RATTLES This door's locked.
If that door was locked and Raymond
has the keys in his pocket...
That means his attacker
came through the main doors,
right by the staffroom,
so why didn't we see them?
Perhaps we did.
What do you mean, Father? I haven't
seen anyone here other than...?
Other than us.
Where is Ms Clement?
What are you doing, Ms Clement?
I-I never...
I just...
I just found it there...
I...
We could all see how angry she was,
but this?
It's unconscionable.
I take it we're free to leave,
Chief Inspector?
For the time being, yes.
Inspector Beckett...
..perhaps Mrs Devine
will be kind enough
to drive you back to the Red Lion,
but I shall have to ask you
to remain there until...
Actually, Chief Inspector,
I shall be coming with you.
You'll be doing what?
The security of Her Royal Highness
is my priority here,
Chief Inspector.
If the visit's to go ahead,
then I need to establish
that this m*rder
was in no way connected to it.
And that means I WILL be
part of the investigation.
Now, if any of that
needs clarifying,
I suggest you take it up
with Scotland Yard.
You don't really think...?
I see no guilt in her face.
ENGINE STARTS
I see confusion...
..and grief.
Chief Inspector?
Don't ask.
I've been kicked out of
my own office -
his Royal Tallness in there
has completely commandeered it
to make a private call to the Yard.
What I need now
is a full confession.
Ah, right, Sergeant.
Tell me, what have you got?
The only other thing
on his possession,
around his neck, anyway.
Here, what do you make of it?
Daughter? Granddaughter?
It's funny, mind, I don't remember
Ray ever mentioning family.
He probably stole it.
Tell me, Chief Inspector,
is this village in the habit
of employing known felons
as school caretakers?
Raymond Harrison
had quite the criminal record.
Fraud, burglary, theft -
all culminating in an eight-year
stint at HMP Gloucester.
Ray often alluded to a chequered
past in our conversations,
but I had no idea of the extent.
This is troubling news.
Might I be permitted a visitation
with Ms Clement?
I'm sure she'd appreciate
your counsel, Father.
In the meantime,
the Chief Inspector and I
will need to discuss
how best to proceed.
Shall we?
Please, after you. Mm-hm.
Two inspectors...
It's going to be a long day,
Father.
KEYS JANGLE Come on, then.
A locket?
Silver.
Containing a picture
of a young girl.
A girl I recognise...
..from the photograph on your desk.
My old class photo.
We'd just moved here that summer,
me and my mum.
Clement was her maiden name.
And Raymond Harrison
was your father.
He was in prison
for most of my childhood...
..and, then,
by the time I'd left home,
he'd vanished completely.
It was ten years ago
he tracked me down again.
He talked about regret
and making amends...
..but really he was just
a homeless, desperate, alcoholic
with nowhere else to go.
So you gave him a job
and somewhere to stay
on the school grounds.
We agreed to keep it a secret.
A headmistress employing a felon -
I would have lost my job.
I know how it must look,
but I swear to you, I didn't do it.
You do believe me, don't you?
I do, or at least I want to,
so you must tell me everything.
What exactly were you doing
during the ten minutes
you took to collect yourself
after we discovered
the vandalised library?
My office...
..and then out front,
looking for you all.
Mayor Wood saw me, I think.
He was... he was actually
talking with Ray at the time,
having... having
some kind of argument.
Argument?
Something about money.
It all sounded a bit heated.
You don't think...?
It's no secret that Ms Clement and I
weren't on the best of terms,
but even I couldn't have
predicted this,
I'm just as shocked about it
as the rest of you.
How well did you know
Raymond Harrison?
Me? Barely at all.
He was something of a hermit,
as you well know.
In a manner of speaking, yes.
I only ask because
I've been led to believe
that you had some sort of
disagreement prior to our rehearsal?
Who told you that?
Oh, her. I didn't think she'd...
He owed me some money, that's all.
It hardly matters now.
How could a school caretaker
end up owing money to a mayor?
He was meant to do
some handywork for me.
Never completed the job.
Like I say, hardly matters.
If memory serves, when we discovered
the vandalism in the library,
you were the first person to suggest
that the royal visit be cancelled.
Was vandalism the odd job
you had paid him for?
HE SCOFFS What?
What are you saying?
Why on earth would I do that?
To prevent the royal visit,
and the subsequent publicity it
would afforded your mayoral rival.
That's ridiculous.
The visit was still going ahead,
the damage was minimal -
you said so yourself.
Perhaps that was why
you demanded your money back?
Truth is your friend here,
Mayor Wood.
Because you are guilty of one crime
does not necessarily mean
you are guilty of another.
What other?
Oh, dear God, you can't possibly
think that I could...?
It's politics, Father,
different rules.
Ms Clement herself
would have done exactly the same.
I think she's more than demonstrated
what she's capable of.
I see. Father, please...
..I may not be a saint,
but there are some lines
that I even could never cross.
Never.
Well, I knew the mayor was crooked,
but this takes the biscuit.
Do you think he knew
that Ray was her father?
No.
And if things hadn't played out
the way they did,
none of us would ever have known.
What did the Chief Inspector say?
Not a great deal.
He was mostly celebrating
the departure
of his palace counter-part,
thus enabling him to return to the
school and "investigate properly".
As enthusiastic and well-intentioned
as our Chief Inspector is,
I fear that the looming deadline
of the visit itself
is somewhat colouring his judgment.
Course it is.
This whole visit's
made everybody go nuts.
I don't get it. It's not like it's
the Queen, it's just her sister.
You're not much of a royalist,
are you, Brenda?
No, I'm just not as obsessed
with it as everybody else.
They're just people
at the end of the day.
I'm going to cycle down there
and see if I can offer my assistance
to the Chief Inspector.
Oh, I'm sure he'll love that.
What would you like us to do?
Only I was thinking,
that perhaps Brenda and I
should head down to the Red Lion
and check on Ms Barnes?
And her tall, handsome bodyguard?
Hmm? Hmm?
Oh, yes. I suppose he'll be there,
too, won't he?
Knock-knock.
Oh, fabulous. I've just got rid of
one interfering detective
and up pops another.
Came to offer my services,
Chief Inspector.
I'm painfully aware
of the pressure you are under.
We have matters quite in hand,
thank you.
Yes, Father, we just keep finding
more and more.
Looks like old Ray really didn't
leave his criminal past behind.
The spoils of a pickpocket.
I rather hoped we wouldn't find
something like this.
Where is the newspaper?
What newspaper?
Ray had an old newspaper
this morning.
Ms Clement tossed it on to the chair
there, seems to have vanished.
How should I know?
He probably threw it out.
How would he have done that?
Well, I very much doubt
he did it after the m*rder.
I hardly think a missing newspaper
should be our priority right now.
Just seems odd that it's vanished,
that's all.
He really was quite the magpie.
So it would seem.
Well, as you say,
you seem to have matters in hand.
Perhaps I should leave you to it.
What a novel idea.
Right, tear this place apart.
Find that newspaper.
Do you mind?
I was starting to feel
a bit of a gooseberry.
Yes, they do seem to have taken
something of a shine to each other,
don't they? Just a bit.
So, how do you become
a royal aide, anyway?
Do you have to go
to a posh school or something?
Well, I certainly didn't.
Oh. How come you talk like that,
then?
Because it's part of the training.
RELAXES ACCENT: Without it
I'd be talking like this
all the bleedin' time.
POSH ACCENT: Believe it or not,
the only person who does ever
hear me talk like that
is Princess Margaret herself.
She has the same thoughts
on airs and graces as you seem to.
Oh. She prefers people
to be themselves.
She does? Oh, yes.
RELAXES ACCENT: And you
should 'ear what 'appens
when you get her on the old Joanna
after a few sherries an' all!
Oh, wow! She sounds sort of...
Well, you know. For royalty.
Ah, Miss Palmer, Ms Barnes.
I'm glad to find you here.
Miss Palmer, would you give us
a moment, please?
Oh, do I have to? It's all getting
a bit Mills & Boon in there.
Never mind.
Forgive me for asking, but
your lighter - it's gold, isn't it?
Only that is catnip
for a pickpocket.
And Raymond Harrison had form.
He had quite the collection
of similarly valuable items
hoarded in his room.
And I couldn't help notice that
he bumped into you rather clumsily
outside the school.
Is that when he stole it?
I didn't realise at the time.
When did you?
And why didn't you inform anyone?
I...
May I?
Margaret Rose Windsor.
That's Princess Margaret's lighter,
isn't it?
Ray saw you using it
on the school steps.
He must have found it irresistible.
How did you get it back?
I... She didn't.
I did.
You did?
In my line of work,
you develop something of a sixth
sense when it comes to people.
As soon as Ms Barnes realised
the lighter was missing,
and... I realised what it was...
..I knew exactly who had it.
You confronted him?
I found him locking up
during my inspection of the grounds.
I demanded it back,
he didn't even argue.
You do realise that
that makes you the last person
to have seen him alive?
Second last,
I think you'll find, Father.
I'm so sorry, Neil,
I should never have...
None of this is what you think,
Father.
I swear, I'm not a thief.
I just borrowed it, that's all.
I do find some people have
a rather cavalier use of that word.
It's true, I was going to
put it back, I always do.
You've done it before?
I have nothing but love
and respect for the royal family,
but when you spend
as much time with them as I do,
sometimes the lines begin to blur.
It never felt like stealing,
more like borrowing from a friend.
Unfortunately, the palace
wouldn't quite see it that way.
Had I not retrieved it, she would
have lost her job, her home.
Everything.
I'm going to return it
first chance I get -
and I'll never do it again, I swear.
I'll make sure of it.
I, er... trust this little matter
can remain between ourselves?
DOOR OPENS
Ooh, hello,
what are you all doing here?
Enjoying anecdotes
about life at the palace.
Will you be having a drink,
Sergeant?
Er, no, thank you, Father.
The Chief Inspector wanted me
to tell you
the visit can go ahead, sir.
That's assuming
we can return the library
to its former glory, of course.
Ms Clement
has been formally charged.
Don't look at me like that, Father.
Look, whether you like it or not,
the evidence fits,
up to and including the fact we have
her fingerprints on the hammer.
We already knew that -
she picked it up in the library.
We all saw her do it.
Yes, and we also
saw her thr*aten him, didn't we?
A criminal she'd been harbouring,
a man who, to her mind,
had completely destroyed her legacy.
What more do we need? More time.
We don't have more time!
I received a telephone call
earlier from the Yard,
informing me
in no uncertain terms that,
if we don't charge someone
for this crime,
the visit will be cancelled.
Then perhaps it should be.
Oh.
I see.
HE SIGHS
Father, believe me, with all
she has done for this community,
I'm just as saddened by this
as you are,
but my hands are tied here,
I'm merely...
..following orders?
..respecting my superiors.
Did you find the newspaper?
There are no newspapers
in Ray's room, Father.
I'm sorry,
but you're clutching at straws now.
Sadly, it appears that I am the only
person still prepared to do so.
Good day, Inspector.
DOOR SLAMS
Is that my magazine?
No.
Maybe. I dunno.
I was just flicking through it.
Oh, there you are, Father.
I've managed to secure
a number of volunteers
for the big tidy-up tomorrow.
It's going to be tight, time-wise,
but I still believe we can do it.
Excellent. Tea, Father? Please.
I hate to ask,
but is the Mayor actually going to
show his face at this thing?
Almost certainly.
I'm sure, in his mind,
his misdemeanours
pale into insignificance
compared with those of
his incarcerated rival.
Yeah, things certainly worked out
for him there, didn't they?
She didn't get the visit
removed from her, like he wanted -
instead, she's been
removed from the visit.
Allowing him to take centre-stage.
It's quite the motive, isn't it?
Not one we can prove, no more
than we can prove Ms Barnes'.
Ms Barnes'? Well, you heard her -
if that lighter had wound up
in the hands of a local pawnbroker,
it wouldn't take much
to trace it back.
Her entire life would be over.
But it was Inspector Beckett
who got it back, not her.
So he says.
Rather quickly, I thought.
Gallantry is underrated these days.
I'm sure he doesn't believe her
to be guilty,
but I'm equally sure
he'd want to protect her
from the finger of suspicion,
regardless.
Or...
..he did confront Ray
about the lighter,
but maybe Ray
wasn't as willing to hand it over
as he's led us to believe.
It's just as good
an explanation as yours.
What do you think, Father?
I think you both
make excellent points,
as indeed did the Chief Inspector,
regardless of where his priorities
may be lying.
I think we can attribute a motive
to all four of them
if we stare hard enough.
And yet not one of them sits right
with you, does it, Father?
No.
I can't shake the feeling the motive
is much bigger than any of those...
..and is very, very well hidden.
What are you doing, Father?
Clutching at straws, Miss Palmer.
Clutching at straws.
Good Lord.
It's barely...?
I told you we could do it.
Are you here to lend a hand?
Ah, regrettably not,
I have some telephone calls to make.
Though much more pleasant ones
than I'd feared.
I think it's safe to say
that Her Royal Highness
will most certainly
be in attendance tomorrow.
Oh! I'm very impressed, Mrs Devine.
Well, I can't take all the credit.
No, you certainly can't!
THEY CHUCKLE
All of which means this will be
my last night here at Kembleford,
so... I was wondering if I might
convince you to join me for dinner?
Wait, so you're driving him?
You're not paying for t'meal too,
are you?
Very funny.
There's only so gallant you can be
when you've arrived by train.
Now... how do I look?
Very nice, Mrs Devine.
Right, so two hours
to get my hair done,
pick him up at six,
reservation's at seven.
Ciao for now!
I don't know
what she's worrying about,
she can't help but look glamorous.
She'd look glamorous in a bobble-hat
and a football scarf.
Football.
You what?
Football, Chief Inspector.
You want to talk about football?!
In a sense, I've just...
What are these?
Well, exactly what they look like.
Thanks to you,
I've spent the entire morning
rifling through every bin
in the vicinity of the school.
You're no more convinced
of Ms Clement's guilt than I am.
Well, I don't think I'd go that far,
but, despite what you might think,
I do like to keep an open mind.
Unless your phantom paper
is amongst these,
we really are left with nothing
but the evidence we do have,
and that only points one way.
These are all from this week.
The newspaper I saw was much, much
older, yellowed with aged.
Yes, and for all we know,
completely irrelevant.
You don't even seem to know
which newspaper it was.
It was local, or regional.
That's what I came
to tell you about,
I remembered the headline, something
to do with a football match,
Gloucester City versus Bristol...?
HE SCOFFS
You don't need to tell me about it.
First round of the FA Cup.
Yes, that was it.
You don't happen
to remember the year, do you?
Yeah, of course I do - 1937.
Every defeat b*rned into my brain.
What?
It's been nearly two decades.
You do realise they may not even
archive them that long?
KNOCK AT DOOR
I think we're about to find out.
Chief. Thank you, Constable.
Yes! That's it, I'm sure of it.
Better be worth it, Father.
There. That's Ray.
Terrific, so he kept hold
of a 17-year-old newspaper,
because it had a photo of him in it.
Not just Ray.
What?
Wait, is that Inspector Beckett?
Not according
to the caption underneath.
"Neville Kerswell"? I knew it!
I knew that man
was too good to be true!
We must hurry! I fear Mrs Devine
may be in serious danger.
Mrs Devine?
Hello there.
Hello! APPROACHING ENGINE
Good evening.
I am in your hands, Mrs Devine.
Who's this? Mrs Devine,
might we have a word, please?
Father, he'll be armed.
What, now?
I don't know whether
I mentioned this, but I'm on a date.
It is quite important.
Well, what is it?
It's a secret.
What? ENGINE REVS
What?! What on earth is...? Get in!
Hercules!
What's going on?!
Just hold on, Mrs Devine.
Where is he going?
Hercules can really go!
Will one of you
please tell me what's going on?
Your date is a con-man, Mrs Devine.
An impostor and a k*ller.
But he's so handsome!
Inspector!
BRAKES SQUEAL
Stay here and stay down.
THEY GRUNT AND STRUGGLE
Neville Kerswell,
I'm arresting you
for the m*rder of Raymond Harrison.
You are not obliged to say anything,
but anything you do say may be
taken down and given in evidence.
Why? Why would he...?
To protect his true identity.
He's spent years
living under a false one.
A fraud that could have continued
indefinitely,
had cruel fate not landed him here.
I know how he feels.
He left his prison years far behind
for a life of status,
luxury and travel -
all under false documentation,
I assume?
I preferred to think of it
as "going straight".
Believe it or not,
I took my job seriously.
But it wasn't your job, was it?
As your old cellmate,
Raymond Harrison,
would have told us.
You must have thought your luck was
in your first night in the pub,
when he was so blind drunk...
RAY RANTS DRUNKENLY
..you doubted he even noticed you.
Even the next day,
when you discovered
that he worked at the very school
you had come to visit,
it seemed as if he still not
had made the connection.
Oh...! Watch what you're doing, man.
But then he stole
Ms Barnes' lighter.
It wasn't a sixth sense
that tipped you off,
it was knowing him.
And you didn't confront him
as you told us -
that would have been too risky.
No, you hoped against hope that
the old pickpocket you had known
would have squirrelled it away
in his room.
But he left something else,
didn't he?
An old newspaper...
..which proved that, despite
his drunken stupor in the Red Lion,
he'd still put two and two together.
And you realised
it was only a matter of time
before he did it again.
I had no choice.
You had a choice, Mr Kerswell.
You chose self-preservation,
m*rder,
an impromptu
framing of an innocent woman.
You chose to pick up
the very hammer
that Ms Clement
had handled moments ago.
You chose to att*ck Ray from behind.
Argh!
You chose to hide
the m*rder w*apon in her office,
knowing the conclusion
that that would lead us to.
And, now, Neville...
..your only choice
is to confess your sins
and save your mortal soul.
A choice sadly denied
to Mr Harrison.
SHE SIGHS
Father, where exactly
did I fit into all of this?
For what it's worth, Mrs Devine,
I just think he was...
..genuinely fond of you.
Great.
I can really pick them, can't I?
I think your knight in
shining armour's still out there.
Don't even think about
driving Hercules home, Mrs Devine.
I'll send a few constables
to retrieve it.
Him.
Yes.
Yes, I rather think he is.
ENGINE STARTS
BRASS BAND PLAYS
Mayor Wood has decided to step down
and give his full support
to Ms Clement's campaign.
I doubt she'll need it.
She's certainly got my vote.
Yours too, I'd imagine.
I couldn't possibly say, Mrs Devine.
No, of course not.
Oh, she's here!
CHILDREN CHEER
My legs have turned to jelly.
FLASHBULBS POP
She's beautiful.
You've certainly changed your tune.
Father Brown.
Your Royal Highness.
Hello. How do you do?
Mrs Devine. How do you do?
Chief Inspector Sullivan.
Hello. Your Royal Highness.
Mayor Wood. Hello. How do you do?
And the headmistress
of Saint Arilda's, Ms Clement.
Hello. How do you do?
INAUDIBLE
Go on, sweetheart.
Um... come on, I'll go with you.
It is my honour and privilege
to officially declare
Saint Arilda's library open.
APPLAUSE
BAND PLAYS: God Save The Queen