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There is no one on the street. You can go directly, now it yet?

Or do you want them to see you? -I have no hurry.

Women are all the same. After the party must clear off the man.

From breakfast is certainly not? -If He finds you here ...

I hope he is grateful.

It used to be a great honor if a Bohun coveted your wife.

The husband was very proud and could boast about.

How do I look?

Does he have such a meeting next week?

You should not come again. This time I really mean it.

He suspect anything? -I do not know. He says nothing.

It is also for me. How do you think I feel?

Satisfied, I would think. -A Whore.

If I die today, I'm going to hell.

Be happy. There are nicer people.

Who would you meet in heaven?

Pastors with bare bottom faces, like my brother. And that man of yours.

You might get bored rot. -I disgust me.

Excellent.

Next week, then?

No, I said.

Good morning, Wilfred.

Ready for the first turn, I see.

You're early. -Eli Tatum was there.

I got a ride to the farm. -What A mumps.

You look tired. -I do it for God. I'm not complaining.

The night passes quickly if you save people from the devil.

I'm just. I'll make breakfast.

You could visit. I've seen him. That Bohun.

Colonel Bohun. He was looking for you. His horse is a horseshoe lost.

I have said that you were in Greenford.

It could not wait. -I do not work for the wicked.

He seeks but another smithy. I do not do the devil's work.

Are you going to this week Threlford? -Hoezo?

The pape church. They have a mission week.

You have not been for two months. Do not go to the service is a sin.

To go wrong, we call it. Yes, that is a sin.

Used to go you. Very true. Every Sunday.

You will not? -I have no time.

There will be a parish priest from London. Such a Jesuit. From London.

That at least will know what hell looks.

Maybe it's for the best. You know how I feel about priests.

They pervert the Word.

Is he here? -To Bless me.

If you're talking about the devil ...

Have a beer from the region? Yes, the best of five counties.

A pint? -Love.

I always drink the beverage of the region. -You Come from somewhere else.

I am this week in Threlford.

Mr Bohun ... -First catch their breath, Alfred.

Mrs Devereaux is in het dorp. -Dank je wel, Alfred.

We do not often see you here, ma'am. -That Is what happens when the shops are closed.

Do you see that? A very small crack in the wood.

And of all my favorite club. Mr. Timmons was not home.

Would you give it to Timmons when he gets here?

If it can be repaired, Timmons will certainly do.

Mrs. Devereaux? -Goedemiddag.

Excuse me. I have no choice.

I am very sad. I've been to see you and you do not receive me.

I have phoned. -I was not home.

Your note was hopefully a misunderstanding.

You set your garden each year to the parish feast.

And now all of a sudden ... -Find another location, Mr. Bohun.

But without your support ... you -Overleeft do it, I think.

As your pastor, I think I'm entitled to an explanation.

Tells you what the reason is. If I have displeased ...

I could be your brother, but ask what is the reason.

If I were a man, I'd put the whip on which villain.

The whip is too mild. -What Has he done now?

Mrs Devereaux.

It is well known that my brother and I are not on good terms.

I'm not responsible for his behavior.

If you are not your brother's keeper? Strange statement for a pastor.

We're done talking.

You know what they meant? That's not me.

But you know it. I would be grateful.

There is talk. It is her maid Molly. A sweet, silent child.

She was sent home. Pregnant.

My brother? -I do not know. I do not like gossip.

The colonel is a good customer. -I know that. Thank you.

They say she is not alone. Mrs. Devereaux talked about the trade.

Maybe he gets hits from Simeon Barnes.

Barnes, the blacksmith? But why? He's got a beautiful wife.

And many men are attracted to red hair. But Simeon Barnes is not a pushover.

He once hit someone down because he swore. That guy was almost dead.

Excuse me.

Refill, sir? No, I'm going to look around in the village.

Poor Wilfred. So it's still true.

The dumbest always goes the church. Or are you stupid of the Church?

You always believe everything. -You Can spot what you want.

Do you know that girl? -Nice Thing, yes.

I kissed her, I believe.

We are lords. I can even imagine invoke the "droit du seigneur".

But you did not do. -A Bohun with a cook?

And with the wife of the blacksmith. -What are you talking about?

There is gossip, about you and Mrs. Barnes.

What a chatterboxes it anyway.

I feel honored to have this image of Romeo ...

but yours, I expect that you stand up for your brother.

Perhaps I know him well. -Wilfred, What a surprise.

Alex, how nice to see you. You look good.

We thought you'd forgotten about us.

Wilfred is here for business. At least, he thinks it's his business.

Tell further. -Another Once.

Alex ll love. We laugh anyway so little.

Some hit song is pregnant and I am the intended father. How do you find it?

What nonsense. -But That's not all.

I would also behind the woman sitting at Barnes. The blacksmith.

Is that? -Wilfred Came to warn me.

I did not know that James was so popular. I'll have to change my opinion.

Do you think so little of me?

The worst is that Mrs. Devereaux Wilfred now makes life miserable.

It was her hit.

Where do they get it from? I got to go.

You still remains eat? -Another time. I get visit.

We see so little. -Forgive me.

Only if you promise to come a night. We miss you.

Maybe another time. Day, Alex. James.

It is also your home. Come whenever you want.

Fortunately, we now know what they whisper.

Give them them along, next Sunday. "Woe to the slanderers." Something like that anyway?

I will pray for you, James.

Poor Wilfred. He slinks off again.

Of the maid I knew, but not the wife of the blacksmith.

I still have to ask if it's true? -Ask Nothing. A glass?

I do not touch it, what you are doing. I used to, but not anymore.

But you're never afraid? -For Which pummel a Barnes?

I'm talking about your soul. -You Seem Wilfred does.

You should have married him. -Then I had not lived here.

You could take the worse.

I guess in the next world, if there is one.

In this world I live as befits a true liege.

Armed to the teeth. En garde.

As for the armor ...

Does this me? -Not really.

In that case, I put him on.

The first hat and the nearest woman.

Good enough as a family motto. -or If epitaph.

Alex that I wanted to say. After dinner, I get away.

How long is a minute? -A night. I have to go Threlford.

Or to the village? ls the blacksmith again tonight at home?

I married you because of your beauty, wit and intelligence.

Blessed are you in any case still smart. -Remember Your hat.

Can not you stay home once? -Gods Job always comes first.

I do not often ask for a favor, Simeon.

Please stay.

And the poor souls who want to be saved by us?

We're in that dark room, all night long.

It happens in the early hours. Then the mind is weak and provoked the devil.

We sit there and go to battle with him.

And when the morning, we know that we won.

You want me to leave their souls to the devil?

No, it does not matter.

On judgment day, God will say to me:

You could not watch one hour with me in silence?

I will not let that happen.

Repent or die. Sinners who you are.

He also. He is warned.

Let the adulterer on his guard against the flying arrow and diseases.

Let him show remorse.

The pastor is not ... -Are you the pastor from Threlford?

I'm Elizabeth Barnes. I have written to you.

Nice to meet you. It seemed better to wait until your husband was away.

You said it was confidential. Brown.

I want you remove me confession. -ls Threlford your parish?

You can confess with Father Mackie. -That is not possible. He knows me.

You make it too big. So terrible it can not be.

There is also the seal of confession. -I know that.

But I want to talk to a stranger. Please.

I'm known as unorthodox. I doubt it.

However, in this environment ...

Not here. At my home. My husband has been to Greenford.

How do you do? We bumped into each other at the inn.

I had a lot on my mind. Family events.

I have admired just your church. Yes, he is indeed beautiful.

Too bad it is getting dark. Early in the morning it is at its best.

Some say I'm out of love for architecture, not for God ...

chose the church.

Is that important? Not all roads lead to Rome?

Forgive me. That was not single. -I will show you around.

I need to go somewhere. And then I must return to Threlford.

That does not work anymore. It is too late.

Continue to stay in the parsonage. I get so few visitors.

I promise that I put tomorrow on the bus to Threlford.

The church has a long history.

The flag of the Bohuns has flown in Palestine ...

at the time of the Crusades.

We were an aristocratic family. -Not any more?

When a new tune we always went for the music.

The Bohuns were crooks among Anne and Don Juans under Victoria.

Fashion and tradition we always pulled together.

The British have always been fashionable.

Hence the resounding success of the Reformation.

I love old churches. We who do not, at least not in this country.

Thanks to Henry VIII, we had to start again.

I always think: We are the best church, but you do the best churches. lrritant.

Does your husband of this relationship? -I think so. I know it for sure.

Is he Catholic? No, Presbyterian.

He went to one meeting in Greenford. I begged him not to go.

And you expect this man?

You should not receive him. It is the end of your marriage and his.

You belong to a church and believe in God. That makes life complicated.

Until you die, you should always choose.

Do you promise me not to see him? -I can not do that.

I can not give you absolution.

A determination has to be there. -I know that. I do not succeed.

Do you want God promise that you'll try it?

Yes, I promise.

It should however be enough, right? "Ego te Absolve."

My wife has a lot of qualities, but they did not stand the helmet.

Except an offense that was another challenge for me.

I think he gave me very good condition. Does anyone think otherwise?

For you it does not matter with that pig's heads.

Aristocrats are finer piece.

Mutts never die. Thoroughbreds quickly catch a cold.

Is there something to laugh about? -Very funny.

You think I'm funny. Do you mean that?

Joe meant no harm. -Then He should not seek evil.

You are lucky. I have an urgent appointment.

Ladies do not wait. Aristocratic politeness.

If someone wants to shoe a horse: Blacksmith is Greenford.

Ga weg. -Elizabeth?

Open the door. Do not be silly. I want to talk to you.

It's over, said. Please go away.

What is wrong with you? Open the door.

If you do not open, I kick in the door. How do you explain that to your husband?

Do you sense.

Wait.

Good morning, Wilfred. We have something in common.

We are both early on. But not for the same reason, I think.

So it's true.

I care for my tenants, as a good landlord. Accept you off?

Are you ever afraid of lightning? -Daar I do not often dwell on.

Are you studying now suddenly meteorology? -Are You not afraid that God will precipitate?

Pardon? Sounds like you practice still the same hobby. Folklore.

And your hobby is blasphemy.

Hey, you there. What the fuck are you lurking there?

What do you prefer? A beating or a shilling?

A shilling.

You know the rules yet? Hands behind your back and mouth open.

What you catch, you can keep. -a Shilling.

Mouth Open. Ready?

If you use your hands, what you get along.

A shilling. -Vangen.

Catching.

Catching. Hands off, and catching.

Mr Gibbs, kom hier.

Look. -Large God.

Someone should go to the minister. -I am going.

Mr Bohun. -Ja?

Your brother. There is something terrible has happened. -What Has he done now?

That's just it. He does not do anything and will never do anything. He is dead.

I was a soldier, but I've never seen.

There is nothing left of his head. Just begun.

A smack. One devastating blow.

Look. That's what happened. -I would let him lie.

James.

Aside. Backwards.

Do you recognize this hammer, Mrs. Barnes?

He is one of us, my husband. He comes from the forge.

Where he is being kept? -Daar.

Outside on the wall? -There Live no thieves here.

But murderers. Doctor?

Yes, that's the murder weapon. No doubt about it.

Are you coming, Mrs. Barnes?

Laugh. I know it for sure. This is not the work of a human being.

God has you beaten him down? -Apply Your words, Mr. Gibbs.

The first blasphemer today is already dead.

Mr. Gibbs is a rationalist. -I do not know what that is. I'm an atheist.

I do not believe in souls, but in soles. I am indeed cobbler.

The devil can be fun to sing, but no joke.

It's as clear as day. Only one person could have done it.

I mention no names. -My Man you mean. But you can not.

Simeon is in Greenford. -Or The way to France.

The blacksmith is strong, I suppose. -No One is as strong as he is.

Then, it is still unclear.

Why would such a strong man with such a small hammer hitting so hard?

He could take a bigger one. -Who Was it?

And another thing. I've looked at the corpse.

I'll tell only what everybody could see. The skull was smashed, and how.

Pieces of bone were as bullets penetrated into the body and the ground.

Yet it was only one blow. Mr. Gibbs says that only the blacksmith is so strong.

I say that no one is so strong. -Still Have someone killed him.

Who found the body? -I, I think.

What time was that? -Seven o'clock. Something about seven.

I went to the cemetery to dig a grave for the old Drayton.

I saw the colonel, dead on the ground. Then came Mr. Gibbs, and the pastor.

Were you asked, Mr. Gibbs? -Always. I do not want to miss.

And I stayed last night at the rectory.

I lead the mission week in Threlford. Would you not come?

Then we have to figure out who the colonel has most recently seen.

Mrs Barnes?

Inspector, I think I last saw my brother.

That is to say, apart from his killer.

We spoke to the forge. My brother was very blunt in the mouth.

I've gone into the church. -And then?

I have prayed.

I think I sat there for twenty minutes.

When Mr. Mallory was to say what had happened.

Do you have any idea what your brother did so early in the village?

Inspector, I think I can answer that question.

But in private. Maybe home. At my home.

As you please. -I like that Pastor Brown is there.

This is not a spiritual issue. -Moord Is always a mental issue.

Well, I have no objection.

Pity. That could be interesting.

Should you gossip again? There is a man murdered.

Yes, but with all due respect, we all know why.

I'm an atheist, does not mean I do not know right from wrong.

Not a bad word about the dead, but he was doing sneaky things.

He had to suffer for a time.

Like you who slander will suffer for a time.

Time brings counsel.

Tell me, Alf. Entertain your pretty daughter a little in London?

I can not see him. That can only mean one thing. It's not James.

It's someone else. They keep me fooled.

It's not a mistake. Sorry. It is true, Alex.

Mrs. Barnes, you said you knew what the colonel did so early on in the village.

He was with me. -What time?

The whole night. Sorry. I've tried it. He was drunk.

He only wants to know things that have to do with the murder.

What is and has nothing to do with the murder, let me choose.

What time did he leave? -It Was early. Half past six.

And where was your husband? -In Greenford, at a meeting.

M'n man is lid van de presbyteriaanse kerk.

Does he know of the colonel and you? -That You should ask Mr. Barnes.

You impedes the investigation. He's at the door. He crossed over the bar.

They say Bohun is dead. That he is, over there at the church.

If you are Simeon Barnes? -ls he dead?

Then he is damned. -Simeon, Stop it.

The righteous need not be cunning. God will watch over them.

Where is that dog gekrepeerd? -Matig Your language.

Moderate the words of the Bible, I moderate my language.

When he died? -An hour ago.

I will not ask you what you know about his death. You do not have to answer.

But I must be arrested for murder and warn you ...

An hour ago? -between Six and seven.

Dan is God me goedgezind.

You, policeman or whatever you are. Go ahead, arrest me.

I will leave the courtroom like no slur on my good name.

You on the other hand you do not feel comfortable that you are crazy.

I have to ask you ... -With pleasure.

If I were a pagan, I would not lift a finger.

But as a Christian I must give you a chance.

Would you let me work this out here or we wait until the trial?

If I were you, I would listen to him, inspector.

Sounds like the police can learn something from the papists.

I'm left at six o'clock in Greenford.

Two devout believers in this village have gone with me.

We were all the time together.

Hun namen? -Samuel Marlin, Josiah Sayers.

Sayers, the policeman?

You have to go with it anyway. Control your story will not take long.

That is, you guessed it. I need to work.

How was he killed? -With A hammer. A hammer you.

They let him go again? -There Is no evidence against him.

That blow with the hammer was not a human work, Mrs. Barnes.

When would the minister be back?

He Mrs Bohun brought home. She was upset.

I'll write him. Now the problem Bohun is removed ...

we again make a lovely garden party.

Her Christian sentiment fits easily into a thimble.

Yesterday she was still shouting at the colonel.

If she were a man, she laid the whip on him.

She's almost a man. Have you seen those arms? Did you see her play golf?

She hits for miles. Maybe he was not murdered with a hammer.

It was indeed a hammer. Fortunately you stay there cheerfully.

What do you think, Mr. Mallory?

I? -I never gossip about patients.

But I do recommend you to send your daughter away.

Is that suddenly wrong?

I'm just saying that you also have reason to be glad that he is dead.

If I wanted to murder him, I had it when it did.

How is your daughter? -No idea.

If you do not touch? -I do not have a daughter anymore.

I have hairnets raised. And then she does it.

She has made me to shame. -It was a mistake.

So doctors think about it. I'd rather she was dead.

And the colonel there. -which Is really dead.

I will not mourn for him, and I'm not alone.

Let the police come. I stand my man.

Pastor, something to drink? -Beer, please.

Is there a bus to Threlford? -To Twelve o'clock again.

Are you going to leave us again? Yes, once I have watched the church.

We are interested for very old churches.

And for murder. -If Sin, yes.

But I admit that I love riddles.

Such as why the blacksmith not great, but a small hammer is caught.

The blacksmith is no longer a suspect. -That Than fits with my theory.

The blow seemed impossible to me. Yet there is beaten. Why not a woman?

That can cope with a small hammer. With a large stores them no mosquito flat.

Are you talking about Mrs. Barnes? -Do You think the blacksmith is exonerated?

Often it is the woman that her lover hate the most.

Take your brother and Mrs. Barnes. Maybe he treated her badly.

Your reasoning is correct, but it is physically impossible.

lndeed likely women than men murder a lover.

But no woman is able to hit a skull so hard.

Those metal helmet was in a thousand pieces.

Mrs. Barnes Do you have a good look? -Still I insist.

You must be crazy to take a small hammer.

Of course, that's it. You must be crazy to do that.

I am pastor and a priest can not shed blood.

But fortunately I now know who it is. And they will not hang him.

Do not you give him? -Jawel, But his life is spared.

Mr. Briggs, call the inspector. Say that the killer is here.

Not so fast. Low solvent Joe. I should have known.

Accused u hem?

I have not seen my brother last. I left home when he was Joe bully.

He pelted him with coins.

He was cruel and thoughtless, as someone who throws away a cigarette.

When he was dead, I saw Joe in the church.

As he had never been. And he was praying.

And you think that Joe has punished him?

This two riddles are solved. The small hammer and the big bang.

The blacksmith would never choose to hammer.

His wife, but who could not hit as hard.

Joe would do both. A fool does not think logically.

And you know that a madman is as strong as ten men?

Joe. Of course. That must have been it.

Mr. Bohun, I congratulate you.

In all respects it is your theory as some throbbing. Unquestionable.

Therefore you deserve to know this: It's not the right theory.

Delicious beer. Thank you.

Not the right theory? -Jaloezie. You've solved it.

These pastors are so vain.

Do not be hard on him, inspector.

Boy, I want to talk to you about the colonel.

You know what I mean, eh, Joe? Tell me what happened.

Do not be afraid. Tell everything but. -You Were there when it happened, huh?

It was ... a hammer.

You've beaten him, huh?

I'm glad you're back on the loose.

The Lord watches over its weakest creatures.

I said to the policeman: It's true that I'm strong.

But from Greenford I can not hammer throw.

Such a thing of wood and iron can not fly over hedges and meadows.

The inspector does not sit still. He is now going to arrest poor Joe.

He is mad.

Do you know who the culprit is?

I think he, unseen haunts by each house ...

our honor defended and imposed penalties on the violator.

The force of the blow is the same as in earthquakes and nothing less.

The law of nature.

The inspector is convinced of Joe's fault.

I thought so.

But I have the impression that you keep secret things.

May I ask if you remain silent about it?

It is very good that a priest is silent about things when he is in doubt.

Because if he knows anything, he's silence.

But because you are, I will depart from it.

I will give you two hints. That's very kind.

The blacksmith thinks of a miracle. It was no wonder.

Except that the man himself is in some sense a miracle ...

with its peculiar character, which is poor and yet heroic.

The force exerted on the skull is well known in science.

On the nature is much to do.

En de tweede hint?

The blacksmith said that the hammer had no wings to fly.

He was close to the truth without knowing it.

Excuse me.

Like you from above looking down on the world, huh?

It is something dangerous, as high above the ground.

Even as a place to pray. Because you can fall?

Because the soul can fall without the body falls.

I can not follow you, pastor. Is that from the Catholic doctrine?

That blacksmith is a good man, but he is not a Christian.

Hard, arrogant, wraakzuchtig.

His religion was invented by people on hills and cliffs baths.

Who looked down on the world and not looked up to the sky.

Humility is the mother of giants.

In the valley you see great things, only small at the top.

The blacksmith is innocent. Yeah, sure.

I've even known someone who began like any other.

He prayed before the altar.

Then he began to pray in high places.

Corners, holes, the clock tower, the steeple.

One day it was as if the whole world began to turn under him.

His brains were doing the same. He thought he was God.

Although he was a good man, he committed a grave crime.

He killed an independent opinion and hit the sinner down.

There he had never occurred if he had been kneeling on the ground with others.

He saw people swarming like ants, and one in particular.

They paraded around down here, with its striking green hat.

In his hands he had a weapon of nature which his unprecedented.

The force of gravity.

That force which everything on earth rushes back to the center.

If I could throw a pebble on the balustrade ...

would smash it like a bullet.

If I were to drop a hammer, however small ...

Let me go, let me go.

Not through that exit. That exit leads to hell.

How do you know all that? Are you a devil?

I'm a human being. Devils on in my heart.

I know what you did. The most I can guess.

Your brother taunted Joe and you picked up the hammer to kill him.

You startled himself and fled into the church.

You came here to pray. You saw the green hat, beetle.

Something snapped in you, and you dropped it thunderbolt.

You did it with pleasure, and devilish accurate.

How did you know that he looked like a beetle?

Common sense. But let me finish.

I know this, but I will not say anything. You must take the next step.

I seal it with the seal of confession. The rest is up to you. So bad you're not.

You gave Joe the debt. That would not face the death penalty.

When I murderers looking for bright spots.

Now I have to catch the bus.

You can do whatever you want. There you are completely free. I'm saying.

Inspector, I give myself. I killed my brother.

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