And thus we come to the end of the discussion of this week.
We talked after the death of the life ...
met professor Esmond-Galbraith, dichter Sir Aaron Armstrong...
and pastor John Brown, Jesuit. Good evening, on behalf of us.
That is...
That showed me what: talk in a block of metal.
I do not think anybody has heard us.
Just as well. Three idiots who sell nonsense.
I found it a very useful discussion, Sir Aaron.
Yes, it welcomes visitors to think.
Now can I possibly offer a refreshment gentlemen?
Delicious, a cup of tea. Or did you mean spirits?
Nobody beats sherry off. -I certainly.
I thought my opinion was generally known beverage.
So I thank you. And now I just go.
Sir Aaron? I heard that you are a benefactor. The school for the deaf ...
Do you want money? -The School is dependent on ...
He is certainly deeply in debt? Which charity no.
Make an appointment through my secretary Royce.
Thank you, I'm not very ... -Hoeft.
And stay away from that sherry.
I do not know what spirit is worse: in the bottle or the one that you preach.
My motto is: Do you remember both. Good evening.
Good morning, milkman. Is this the house of Sir Aaron Armstrong?
lndeed, sir. Reverend? -Zoiets.
Lot, lot, lot.
What was that? -I have no idea.
He called now "hell"? Yeah, as if he is already in hiding.
You can know it. That man carries fixed one little play on.
I do not think so. -Board How much milk they drink.
Sorry, but I can do better ...
You go back. Fast.
What are you doing? -I am Pastor Brown.
I thought I heard gunshots. -Come Quickly, this way.
That's the old alcohol. -Yes I see it.
Is that my husband? -Let Go, I want it.
Unfortunately that does not make sense, because he is dead.
I'm really sorry, but you can not touch anything.
Call the police, milkman. They have fixed phone.
Vader?
How is that possible?
How is daar? How bent u?
I need the police: Scotland Yard. There's been a murder.
The body is not displaced or touched.
Thanks to you, the grass trampled and kept his distance on viewers.
Sometimes you're the pastor who is friends with private investigator Flambeau.
I am, yes. -That Explains it thus.
You have experience with this kind of business.
The crime attracts some people and I pull to the crime.
What is your opinion? On this matter, I mean.
Who wanted Armstrong now dead? The man had no enemies.
I knew him a little bit. It was always happy, excited and cheerful.
It was a sort of Santa Claus. And whoever kills that well?
Someone who no longer believes in Santa Claus. Sorry, I was thinking.
I can eternal optimists sometimes also hurt.
Give me a smile rather than a tear.
Do not get me wrong, me too. But I hate 's frozen smile.
A humorless smile is really annoying. -Yes, You are right.
Sir Aaron was known for his generous nature and his unfailing cheerfulness.
Something like that can work on your nerves. -So You knew him well.
To the question: Who killed there now such a cheerful person ...
I would reply: 'ne nos inducas in tentationem.
Forgive the jargon. "Lead us not into temptation."
Sir ... -You can say it calmly.
It was indeed stolen. His office has been looted.
What's gone? -He Had bearer bonds in the house.
Lady Armstrong is looking for.
Which is quickly restored. -Weak Of body, strong spirit.
Leave your epigrams but omitted. -The His aphorisms, sir.
Go all out looking for the murder weapon.
It is large enough to store at his brain but too small to see.
Or too large in order to see. That's very clever.
I mean, a giant bat that man's death has become.
A large, green bat which we called 'the earth' call.
He is in fact thrown out of an attic window.
How do you know that? -I have me quite often seriously mistaken ...
but have you seen the rope around his legs? It also depends rope out the window.
I have to connect the strange custom of two pieces of rope together.
Why not. The attic, you said? -lnderdaad.
You go on, sir.
I'm very grateful. This clearly suffers no doubt.
There is firmly fought, so it was not an accident or suicide.
That poor man has done in vain and is tipped out the window.
Exactly as you said. -This Can not. This really can not.
You mean you're shocked? Logically, murder is for priests ...
I shocked? Of course not. Take a good look around you, Inspector.
Here lies a rope to strangle ...
as a knife for stabbing, and a gun to shoot.
We have as many as three weapons.
And yet the poor man breaks his neck from a fall from the window.
My God, what an extravagance. This is super uneconomical.
What would really mean, Father? -I heard six shots.
This gun has been fired six times. Where are the remaining bullets?
Come take a look. What have we here?
They're all six. They fought for the gun, it's gone and ...
Mr. Royce, you are finally there. You -Kent this gentleman?
lk ben Royce en ik ben... lk was Sir Aarons secretaris.
Thanks to Mr. Royce I was here at the time of the murder.
Right. And where were you, Mr. Royce? -No idea. What time was he killed?
Have you not heard the shots? -Jawel, I was startled awake.
True? -Down here.
I'm going to look. This room was blue with smoke.
Crikey, I said to myself, my hiding place is ransacked.
Pardon? -ledereen needs privacy.
This was my spot and my bottle.
Who owns the room next door? -From One, which is the bathroom.
Give it to me but soon. -Twaalf Year old Irish. Nice stuff.
lnspecteur? -Lady Armstrong.
There is £ 15,000 bonds disappeared from my husband's office.
Are you sure? -Very sure.
He refused to store them with his solicitor or bank.
And another thing: Magnus has disappeared. -Who is that?
My husband's servant. -Z'n Bodyguard.
Did he need one? -My Husband had a small heart.
He helped people who needed it without offending their pride.
He invented jobs for them.
He really did not need a bodyguard, because he had no enemies. He thought.
And now Magnus is gone? He will not get far. If you'll excuse me.
Magnus Sir Aaron done nothing. He worshiped him.
We still all.
She is obviously upset. -Yes, That speaks for itself.
Tell me, you were also one of Sir Aaron's charity?
I? -That Hinted the Lady.
Yes, actually. That looks deadly out. -Don't Touch, there's blood on it.
lndeed. ls he stabbed or shot?
No, do not touch. Come for a moment to sit down, Mr. Royce.
Tell me, how did you hear about Sir Aaron?
Life was me. Have you ever been lovesick?
No, probably not. I do, I gave more to nowhere.
And no one cared about me. I was as poor as a church mouse.
I knew Sir Aaron had property in Ireland, next to our house.
I wrote to him that he could help me get back on its feet.
Then I went over to him.
What Sir Aaron also paid his bodyguard, he was worth every penny.
He made his name Magnus justice to.
What is going on here? -No Appointment.
If you still squeeze harder, he will soon have a meeting with Peter. Release.
May I know why you're here, young man?
Come on, smile once. You are not maimed for life and I hate sour plums.
You're ... -My name is Patrick Royce.
Precisely, the son of Colonel Royce. You wrote me.
You look beat out. Come inside.
28 years and still a child. You give women everywhere the debt.
A woman. -Onzin Boy sheer nonsense.
Women make it a hobby to tease men.
They leave you if you love them and marry you if you do not.
I've had two wives, so I should know. Do not use them as an excuse.
I'll tell you what your problem is: the drink. You're a drunk.
Am I right or not? -No not at all.
You radiate the ordinary. You look, sound and runs like a drunk.
You're as weak as a lamb. Yeah, go ahead if you want to die.
I have enough to do.
You know, you have one yourself to recognize one.
I exchanged at your age the Scottish philosophy of Scotch whiskey.
That allowed me better. I was seriously addicted.
When I saw what the drink did to me, I stopped.
That was hard, a real agony.
Something strange happened to me: I could laugh again and I keep smiling.
I need help. -which You get.
Have you trained? I see you're wearing one universiteitsdas.
We'll find work for you.
You need to concentrate on one thing you now stay away from the booze.
Certainly as long as you live here. Who is there? Friend or foe?
Lunch is ready. -Thank you. Do not leave. This is Alice.
Mr. Royce continues to stay a while. Is your stepmother at home?
She's going shopping. -She Loves beautiful clothes.
Everyone watching his eyes out when she visits me later in the poorhouse.
Mr. Royce continues to be a couple of days. Give him a room and a razor.
I do not know how ... -Let but, my lunch is getting cold.
Hup, get out.
So I was Sir Aaron's secretary. He gave me a new life.
And more. Much more.
'booze blurs your thoughts and deeds "
A pastor recently came to me ...
asking for £ 1000 for the restoration of his church.
In turn, I was sitting in the church council.
I told the good man that I took it like seat ...
but it was a poor return for him.
I have actually no respect for priests.
I'm not from generosity to charity, but out of gratitude.
lnnige gratitude to me the fate of the alcoholic is spared.
I do not mean the need for money and the diseases ...
but many times worse fate:
the disillusionment of the mind, the anxiety during the day, the ghosts at night ...
and the terrible madness that resides in the diseased brains ...
causing death is a blessing.
Mayor and audience, hopefully forgive me this ...
but I want to end by expressing my sublime happiness ...
and with you all share. Allow me.
I wonder how it will continue. With me, I mean.
Sir Aaron trusted me. Therefore, you should also contact me.
Unfortunately, there is a contribution not in there.
Lady Armstrong gives her money rather in Bond Street out.
That does not matter.
Be honest, you've never violated that trust Sir Aaron?
What do you mean?
More or less. What does not know will not hurt.
We boffen. We hebben hem al. -Magnus?
He is of its own accord with the bonds come to the desk.
Heaven, which is beautiful. -Moord Is often a simple sum.
You'll be glad that the matter is resolved.
Would you excuse me, I need to do some things.
You should know, Alice ...
Luister nou, Alice.
A simple arithmetic. I ask myself.
A...
two ...
three.
end part 1
part 2
I go to the office.
Nobody is allowed in that room, you hear? -Begrepen.
Hopefully keep that Magnus his statement short.
Fixed. Subordinates speak only if they are approached.
It's true no sides, huh?
What? -He First steals the bonds ...
and then brings them to the police. That's a theft of nothing?
I can not discuss the case. -Yes, I understand that completely.
Do you like puzzles, Sergeant? I also.
That is the only passion that priests are allowed.
Take those six gunshots well. I would like to solve the riddle.
Be careful, use your convictions and not brute force.
I understand why they have been fired, but why are all the bullets in one clump?
Why would that be? That's very simple.
In the struggle ... This stays between us. -But of course.
The killer wants to Sir Aaron fires, but grabs his wrist ...
grabs the trigger and shoot the gun empty.
That should let me introduce you to the hand of a small demonstration.
That sounds like a good idea. -Come on. This is the gun.
Bit long. -so Then. You are Aaron and I the culprit.
You grab my wrist, good. Your finger is on the trigger.
You are trying to shoot at the floor and I try to murder you.
We struggle and of course shows you how to get six bullets in one bunched.
Clear? Ready? Early going.
The first ball is in the floor. The second disappears into the ceiling.
The third wall starts. Number four ...
What are you doing? Stop. -A Little experiment.
My husband is dead and you behave like drunks. Are you honked?
We wanted to show ...
I've proven my right.
Yes? That was not what it seemed, you know.
If you want to offer spiritual assistance, you can save yourself the trouble.
I'm not religious, and my husband was anything but religious.
I love atheists. That saves a lot of work.
Is that disarming sound? -A little though.
What are you doing here anyway? -That I will tell you.
l come to earthly matters: money.
Mr. Royce had arranged an appointment for me. l come to the school for the deaf.
Right. My husband helped all those in need regardless of their beliefs.
Typically, Mr. Royce to provide one of his own faith prevail.
You do not care for Mr. Royce. -Aaron Saw goodness in every human being.
Everyone was able to fool him that his life had been destroyed by the beverage ...
en hem tien pond aftroggelen.
But Mr. Royce was more ambitious than most other scammers.
And he took it subtly.
He knew me well in the beginning in order to deceive.
He lived with us, so I did for my husband nice to him.
I remained polite, but did not treat him familiar.
He belonged to the staff, and we are good for that.
He had been heavy and I imagined distant amicably.
Mr. Royce had only time for people who could help him higher.
Sir Aaron, you mean? No, my stepdaughter Alice.
Have you met her? -I saw her.
One bonk nerves, and romantic for this time.
How can they say that? Easy prey for an adventurer like Royce.
The fortune hunter with his smooth talk.
For a woman is nothing as appealing as a repentant sinner ...
or a sinner who pretends to be converted.
My husband was gullible, but did not think such a fool as Mr. Royce.
What a sight. He looks like he has his last versnoept earpiece.
If love does to you, you better stay alone. Nervous?
Terrified. -Then I help you out of your distress.
'booze kills'
Good, huh? Which I use tomorrow's lecture. I foster public suicide.
I'm getting too old for that cartwheels.
I'm proud of you, son.
You have fasted and you have worked hard. Beautiful.
If you ask me for the shirt I'm wearing, you would get it.
Shirts sat, but only one daughter. -Yes, I'm aware of that.
How long did you stop drinking? -Since I'm here.
Exactly 15 months. I know men who were still in the error after 15 years.
Besides, you've been sitting here with us, away from all temptations.
And now you ask the hand of my daughter.
I have been drinking heavily, but been with me is never a disease.
If you believe that, you're still not healed.
So the answer is 'no'? -You Will receive the gift of your life.
Then what? -A Notice period of one month.
I'll give you the bag, I put you on the street.
Pull the wide world, see if you can resist the drink.
If you're in three years sober and with what money is for me, we'll see.
When has this happened? -Three weeks ago.
So Mr. Royce was fired. -With A notice period of one month.
He had to go one more week.
Do you find it strange that this has happened?
Beschuldigt u Mr Royce van moord?
I do not believe in coincidence. -I did.
I will not detain you longer. You must of course elsewhere collect alms.
I'll have to, Lady Armstrong. Thanks for the hospitality.
One more thing:
Was your husband really always so excited when people claim?
It was here 365 days a year, Christmas.
Oh, what horrible. I sympathize with you.
lnspec ... No handcuffs? -Brigadier?
ls the library in use? Tell Miss Armstrong, I want to speak to her.
Will you wait? Father?
Is that Magnus? He is not under arrest?
No, he's directly with those documents went to the desk.
He wanted them to safety. -Just, it's like this.
Was he afraid of theft? -Yes. I've talked to the pathologist.
According to him, Sir Aaron had no open wounds.
There was blood on his face and shirt. -and On the knife.
So? -That Blood must be the culprit.
He was an awkward victim.
The gun did not hit on and the knife did not bring ...
What is it? O dear, we guess there again.
First, the six bullet holes, now an injury with a knife ...
Come in, Miss Armstrong. Bring but Magnus.
Have a seat. -Would I may there ...
You'll find it do not mind if the pastor insists?
No, why would I?
This can be quite painful for you, Miss Armstrong.
But we must refute a lie. -A lie?
It's the truth. -That Must prove.
You say but what you have told me on the desk.
You have documents from the agency issued for the security to the police.
I asked you whether pages of the family were safe or not. U ...
They are thieves. -Apply Your words.
His wife has sex with other guys, Royce deceiving him, his daughter ...
Enough, make her upset. -Miss Armstrong is always shaking.
One blames the cold, the other to fear and next to madness.
But I know she is trembling from hatred.
Who hated them? -Hem. My boss.
I saw her the night that my boss fired Royce.
She said she would get married so that he could not stop them ...
and that they would avenge the wrongs he did.
She shouted that she hated my boss. -I hate you, I hate you.
I am unable to protect my boss against the evil ...
but they remain of his money now at least.
That is not evidence. You have sworn on the desk ...
I now again and I do also swear in court.
I heard the shots and ran up the stairs to the attic.
I found her at the open window with the knife still in her hands.
I could not save my boss, but I knew her motive.
Therefore, I emptied the desk.
You realize that it's your word against those of Miss Armstrong.
And I'm just a servant.
It is questionable whether Miss Armstrong wants him to speak.
According to this man had a knife in your hand ...
at the time and place of the murder.
That's right, I was there.
Where is Miss Armstrong? -At The Superintendent. Stay here.
So you confirm the claims made by this man?
Except one: I hated my father, but loved him.
You threatened him. -I was upset.
Because he Royce sacked and banned a marriage.
He was right, I should have listened to him.
Do I understand that correctly? Are your feelings changed for Mr. Royce?
Since when? Does not matter. -That Does matter.
Now, about the events of this morning.
So you were in that room when your father was murdered.
Can you describe what has taken place?
I can not tell you. -You Had a knife in your hands.
You are in a precarious situation. -If You say it.
You can do better for your own good cover one entire statement.
My father is dead. He was murdered. All I know.
Is that everything?
In that case, I will take you for further questioning to the office.
What you do with her? Keeps you out of it.
Magnus accuses her of the murder. -Zegt He think she did it?
That's enough.
Enough, I said. Stay there. Are you hurt?
He can report crimes against you. -That's interesting.
I mean not return, but again that blood without injury.
My slice is opened.
That statement is unnecessary, because you can hang me for murder.
I've Sir Aaron murdered. I was drunk.
He had discovered that I was just as if the drink was finished.
He wanted me to take away my whiskey, we fought and I threw him out the window.
Now you show more courage than when you killed that old man. He is the perpetrator.
I answered all your questions, let her out. Shall we go?
One moment please. -You Can fix explain your act ...
but I understand that is not bullet holes. Ms. Armstrong has wounded you, but ...
He really wants it.
It still beats no sides.
If I was a boozer, I would make me busier for the whiskey ...
then to the murder of an old man.
But according to Miss Armstrong, he killed him.
Do not you strange? Do you not agree with me, Mr. Magnus?
I still wanted to leave.
Can I pass?
He did not answer my question about the gun.
end part 2
part 3
Is that going to be a long time? I want to go home.
I'm almost done. "Then I washed my hands in the bathroom."
Good evening, your superintendent wanted me ... There he is.
Glad you're here, Father. -ls there something wrong?
No. Royce has made a declaration and is later indicted.
What am I doing here? -He Wants to confess.
Has he done yet? -Biechten, I mean really.
He insisted you have and no other priest.
Okay, where is he? -Bring Him to Royce, sergeant.
Of course. Follow me.
You know that everything is being discussed between us is confidential?
I know the rules of your profession.
Calling you but when you're done. I'll stick around.
There you are. I'd like to confess.
So far as it has had to come. I'm very sorry.
How long has it been? -A Six years. Can I start?
I am no longer a believer and get it fixed, nor ever.
What am I doing here? -There Down one lie on my conscience.
A lie? No, I do not wanna hear this confession. I forbid you to speak.
Brigadier. -I do not have it ...
What is it? -Let me out.
You should hear my confession, Father Brown.
When the pastor's done, you let the suspect his ...
My goodness, he attacked you? No, I have attacked him.
You? Why on earth?
To prevent his confession. -To Avoid?
He did not confess all, but leads me to the mouth.
I have said anything that came too close to the truth.
Mr. Royce was formerly Catholic.
He knows that if he tells me the truth, I am bound to ...
But we know the truth anyway. -Klaag Prefer him not to.
If he's guilty ... -He protects Miss Armstrong.
Give me an hour. -What Do you want to prove?
No idea, but you still want to also not let innocent man hang up?
One hour then. -Thank You, because you will not regret.
They've arrested someone, Patrick Royce, his secretary.
It will be tomorrow in the newspaper.
Come now, for us it makes no difference.
I still need to recover from all the police in the house.
I got to go. What?
No, you should not do. I'll call you when it's safe.
Shortly. Now I have to really hang.
What is it? -I must speak Miss Armstrong.
She nobody can receive now. -It is urgent. You do not understand.
After the formal indictment follows an automatic process.
The police can not simply release him.
It is better if the case does not occur. -But You must.
Miss Armstrong. -Stil.
The case should occur, because I've seen Patrick commit the murder.
I know Patrick how smart you are, but you can not save him.
Because I've seen it happen. -Tell me...
You can see that she is sick. -I tell you everything, though it's pointless.
Your servant Magnus had the door open for me to make?
He's gone, I fired him. -I think I understand the reason.
What do you want to know?
It is very hot here in the fire, yet you tremble. Are you sick?
That was two years ago though. I still have problems with my nerves.
I've had a nervous breakdown, unprovoked.
My dad did not get it. He thought I ...
Excited had to be, yes. Magnus said something about your stepmother.
She said ... forgive me ... they have sex with other men.
Is that right? -Yes.
And did your father do that? -Fixed, But what's that ...
Another question. That whiskey attic ... -Die is Patrick.
Which he saved to put himself to the test.
So he could not be tempted. -I understand.
Now tell me exactly what happened this morning.
Magnus told the truth.
I had a fight with my dad about Patricks dismissal.
That's why I stayed upstairs. I have a sewing room near the attic.
I was in my room when I heard Patrick.
They were horrible screams. Then attacked those shots.
I saw Patrick with that gun. My father tried to escape.
Patrick grabbed the rope and tried to strangle my father.
I fought with Patrick, saw the knife and picked it up.
I wanted to cut the rope.
I do not know whether they succeeded. Patrick pushed me away and wanted to kill me.
I fainted. When I came to Magnus was in the room.
I had the knife still attached, and Patrick's blood was on my hands.
My father was away. I've seen that Patrick killed my father.
He threw it out the window and nothing can change that.
I have to call the Superintendent.
I have one more question for you. Do you still love Patrick?
That is unimportant. -lntegendeel.
He was willing for you to get to the scaffold lead.
Here we are at the crime scene. What now?
It was indeed a crime, but not murder.
This crime remains unpunished. -No Thinking.
Anyway. As previously mentioned, there are too many weapons and only one death.
I understand now where that rope, the knife and the gun were intended for:
not to murder Sir Aaron, but to save him.
What?
The offense can never be punished: suicide.
What? -No, I have seen ...
Hear me out. I'll tell you what you've actually seen. Sit down.
See, your father had mirth in a lofty religion.
It is horrible to not even allowed to frown ...
be allowed to cry or may have a bad mood.
It was banned here in the house to be even a little unhappy.
It's no wonder you collapsed.
Eternal cheerfulness, infinite bliss and infinite pleasure?
Even Lucifer was one such torment never imagined.
He himself had it the hardest there. He was, after all alcohol Armstrong.
He was doomed his life to wear a smile and play one role.
Do not you think he wanted to cry when he saw that his wife was having an affair?
No, he never did. -Vrolijkheid Is a cruel religion.
Please inspect for sure that he was one relapse and reached for the bottle?
I recommend just to. I do not know how much he drank and he knew it.
It was a principled man, so his hypocrisy gnawing at him.
He committed the sin that he disapproved private in public.
This morning he remembered that Patrick Royce here kept a bottle of whiskey.
He came to this attic, drank and became totally confused.
He only wanted to die and surrounded himself with weapons:
the rope, the knife and gun. If Royce found him.
Unrecognizable voice he shouted that he had landed in hell.
Royce wrested away from him the pistol and shot the bullets in the floor.
The holes are the most important clue.
When you came in ... No, anyway.
You could not know, Miss Alice.
It seemed as if your father wanted to escape an assassin.
But in fact he had discovered a fourth deadly weapon: the open window.
Royce wanted him to stop with the rope, but you took the knife ...
I have cut the rope. I killed him.
He committed suicide. Possibly he had tried again tomorrow.
If your story is true, Royce is a fool.
No, he wanted to protect the two things that were dear to him:
the spirit of the lady and the reputation of her father.
Give it. With that first it's okay, right?
And that second I leave to you. -You Have no proof.
When Miss Armstrong goes over to Patrick Royce ...
and tells him that she knows the truth ...
then he changes his story well.
Please let me see him?
I wonder if our match versions.
Yes, me too. Shall we go?
You can 't without me now and it's getting late. A priest can not it do so late.
I do not think you realize that we need to live a sheltered life.
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