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Vinny!

Vinny!

Vinny!

I think it will get wet to the bone, Dear Sir.

Ticket. please.

- If you want an umbrella soon. - Such as?

I said that if you want I'll give you my umbrella.

It does not matter. I don't go ... far away.

What about a cup of tea?

Thanks, but I have an appointment.

Yes, I know.

He came to the church, didn't he?

If he doesn't find what he is looking for ...

come and see also in our chapel.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

I was on the road and I saw it.

I looked at the gutter that is blocked.

- Why? - Because ...

I was trying to figure out if the murals

could be ruined.

If you had asked me,

I would have told her that I am in excellent condition

and would have avoided getting soaked.

I am Keach, the reverend.

J.G.

Keach.

I wrote to her.

If you are Mr.Birkin,

as I suppose.

S.

What time did you leave London?

At 11 o'clock.

He worries so much about the gutters,

but he can't find the time to fix his things.

Where do you plan to stay?

I thought maybe ... here.

Here? Where exactly?

What does it say about the bell tower?

The bell tower?

I don't want anyone alive in the bell tower.

Because it doesn't take something for rent?

A board room.

Because ... I'm running out of money.

I see. In this case...

I must warn you that the ropes of bells rest on the floor

and when Mossop has to play ...

It does not matter.

Alright then.

- Which period can be attributed? - This?

The fresco.

I would say of 1430 during the black plague epidemic.

At that time the survivors to save one's soul,

they gave paintings to the church.

But you can never tell until

will not have discovered a little the fresco.

It will have to be around 1430.

We can't afford more.

We just have to check.

So agree on the compensation of 25 guineas,

12 pounds and 10 shillings I pay half work,

and 13 pounds and 15 shillings when the job is done,

as approved by testamentary executors.

Don't you pay?

Although Miss Hebron omitted my name in the legacy,

a mixup, I presume ...

on the practical side, it's me that I take care of the jobs.

So ... I don't care about the tweaks.

Tweaks?

If there are any areas faded or missing.

You can safely fill them.

Fill them?

Are we sure there is something?

Certainly there is something.

Mr. Birkin, you must know that from the beginning,

I have not frowned upon it his work.

But the lawyers have blocked the liquidation of the inheritance,

until completed works.

So I have no other choice.

When the community sees the fresco,

will be distracted by prayer.

After a while they will cease to notice.

They will be distracted.

Well, Mr. Birkin,

It's time for him to start ... at his quarters.

Good night.

Oxgodby.

I'm James Moon, that one sleeping in the camp tent.

I heard you last night, but I didn't want to bother you.

The truth is that I stiffen to the point of night, I wake up due to leg cramps.

So limping I come here almost every morning to see ...

if Laetitia is still lying down in its place.

You never know with women.

What a wonderful wife and enchantress.

Who can ever say if it's worth worth or not getting married.

How do you see it from above?

Don't tell me if you think to compromise you.

Salts.

Arrival.

- Do you think there's something down there? - I hope.

We all live in hope.

What are you going to find?

Perhaps a "Judgment".

Certainly, a "Judgment"! What else could there be?

Painting them in churches was one way to show the parishioners,

the horrors they were facing

if they didn't pay tithing

or they didn't marry the girl who had gotten pregnant.

San Michele weighed the souls.

Christ in all his glory refereed

showing eternal fire to sinners.

Because we don't get a cup of t before starting?

You have all the summer to work. An hour will not compromise anything.

I look for the tomb of an ancestor of Miss Hebron.

Piers Hebron, born in 1373.

He was excommunicated and buried outside from the cemetery.

If I can't find the bones in three or four weeks

You will have lost time.

Lost my time? I'll explain to you now.

Their bones are a pretext.

I made a discovery.

Here was a basilica ...

a Saxon chapel.

I have already found several cinerary urns.

There will be hundreds more.

But don't tell anyone ...

because I want them to know this only after the official announcement.

So they pay me for a job and I'm ready to make another one.

Why not? You do your job after all.

I still need to continue the research of the remains of Piers, before leaving.

You will see that I will find them,

So better insulated!

You think he didn't understand why do you suffer from tics and stuttering?

I bought this magnificent house

because I feel so safe.

Far from the cold.

Take a look at the last urn that I found.

Moon!

Good morning Colonel! Good morning Mossop.

Colonel is the brother of Miss Hebron. Mossop is the sacristan.

Mr. Birkin is here for the fresco.

Very well.

Has there been progress?

Did you find anything from Piers?

Not yet, Colonel.

Did you find anything unusual?

Gold, silver, fragments of amphorae?

Unfortunately, nothing.

If you find anything, please tell me.

Since you are here ...

because Saturday does not arbitrate the match?

Mossop with his legs can't take it anymore.

Well...

I was pleased to be with you.

Maybe some other morning I could,

but I always have so many things to do.

Who knows!

However, Mossop, the problem of the referee is solved,

and easily.

Sure he didn't find anything?

Yes, but only normal things, Mossop.

This is not often seen in catalogs.

He is a cold and severe Christ.

All justice and no mercy.

I wouldn't want to be judged by him.

"And he will come, the sores open. to judge the living and the dead ... "

And gold we hear the words of Jesus,

that guides and encourages us to pray.

"Then the king will tell them who are on his right ...

Come. blessed of my Father ...

inherit the prepared kingdom for you since the foundation of the world.

Because I was hungry and you have me given food.

I was thirsty and you have me given to drink.

I was a stranger and you hosted me.

I was naked and you dressed me,

I was sick and you visited me.

I was in prison and you came to see me ... "

Look behind you, Keach.

For this they pray.

They don't need your prayers.

They need answers.

Did you feed the hungry?

To drink to the thirsty?

Have you dressed the naked and the needy?

And what about me?

Did you offer me a roof and a bed?

The people of Yorkshire are touchy.

He will tell them how you treated me.

You will be punished.

"In truth I tell you: every time that you did these things

to only one of these my siblings,

you did it to me. "

Hi, Mr. Birkin!

Hello.

I'm Kathy Ellerbeck and this is my brother Edgar.

Our father is the stationmaster.

We brought them a meatloaf of meat.

Mom says that you have to eat well.

Thank you!

Dad says it must be horrible work over there all day,

and that would be more fun with some music. True?

Can we bring it up?

Sorry. but it is not allowed.

I cannot make exceptions.

And Mr. Moon? Mossop says he allowed it.

We have a mutual agreement: him look at my work and i look at his.

Can we stand here?

But I can't keep you company.

Why do you stay here?

Pap says it's unlikely there will be another occasion like this,

to be able to sit in a quiet place and watch an artist's work.

I'm not an artist.

I'm just a worker who cleans an artist's work.

In our chapel, behind the pulpit, there is a painting.

We are drawn three large white lilies.

Why?

How why?

Why only the lilies?

Why not lilies and roses. Or just roses?

Or roses and daisies?

Because the Old Testament says:

Observe how the lilies grow of the field, they do not work or spin.

Quite right?

Because we can't look roses or daisies?

I do not know.

It's delicious.

Did the stationmaster's wife do it?

His sons brought him.

And what brought you the Rev. J.G. Keach?

Anything.

Didn't he even pay you?

Sure that...

for him you could even die that he wouldn't even notice.

Look what I dug up this morning.

Thank you.

Well.

See you later.

Hey! Sorry! Did I wake you up?

It depends...

if I slept or not.

Has he been here for a long time?

Maybe 10 minutes, I don't know.

I'm Alice Keach.

I wanted to know if it is well in the bell tower.

And if you need anything.

Because she sleeps on the wooden floor, while we sleep in a comfortable bed.

If you want, I can give you a sleeping bag.

No thanks. When I go to bed I'm so tired that I sleep like ...

a dead.

I sometimes sleep too much.

Then...

Sometimes it has cramps.

When can the fresco be seen?

I do not know. Now it's like a puzzle.

A face, a shoe. one piece here, the other one.

It is composed slowly.

It still takes some time.

Why later ...

500 years you can never be sure.

But there is the emotion of not know what you will find.

Like when it opens a gift at Christmas.

Fascinating work.

Maybe one day it will come to see her work.

She is a relative of the Rev. J.G. ... Keach?

I'm his wife.

- Mrs. Keach. - Mr. Moon.

- It's delicious. true? - Yes.

Of course yes. We should be blind to ignore it.

I admit.

But it behaves ...

as if it wasn't.

Really! Every women they know they are beautiful ...

and Keach married her for this.

Are you married too?

More or less.

She left with another boy.

It is not the first time.

I can't blame you.

His name is Vinny.

I got that.

As for me, I haven't yet met the right woman.

Fortunately for him.

Now we're leaving, Mr. Birkin.

Sure.

My dad I said he was waiting for it Sunday at lunch time.

Thing?

He invites you to lunch on Sunday!

Thank you!

Mr Douthwaite, the blacksmith.

It comes almost every Sunday.

Well. Thank you.

At what time?

- At eleven o'clock. - At eleven?

Yes, in the chapel. The sermon begins at eleven.

Brothers and fellow sinners!

Yes, sinners!

Because we are all sinners.

There is someone among you who is not a sinner?

Someone who can claim not to be?

If there is one ...

declare it!

Take a step forward ...

and say it.

Lord ...

we thank you for the food what's on our table.

We want to honor you,

opening our hearts to you

full of love and ...

gratitude.

Because we know that without you,

we would not have all these goods.

Also for this...

we bless your name.

My father was a butcher, Mr. Birkin.

It's late. I have to go from my mother to Barton Terry.

If you don't go, what happens?

It is so tired!

It would be better if you went to lie down ...

instead of making a: walk under the scorching sun.

You remember the last time what happened, mom?

I promised that in the afternoon I will teach catechism

to school children.

Quiet, George. Outlive.

Mr. Birkin can go for you. True, Mr. Birkin?

Such as?

Where is it?

Reading the sermon.

What do you say?

Why not, Mr. Birkin? His legs are stronger than ours.

You don't mind, do you, Mr. Birkin?

For what?

Make a sermon.

I never did it.

Did you hear me this morning?

Do the same!

Yes, do as Dad did!

Brothers!

Dear ... sinners.

Today's Sermon ...

takes its origin ...

takes its origin ...

Sorry, I'm just here for replace Mr Ellerbek ...

which is indisposed.

I can't preach.

I can only say ...

I can only say what I am doing in the Oxgodby church.

If someone wants to leave or dozing is okay too.

I'm cleaning the wall ...

one of the walls of the nave,

because under different layers of plaster,

there is a fresco.

L on the scaffolding. millimeter by millimeter,

I bring the image to light.

This work requires very patience ...

and no margin of error.

And that makes the job more exciting.

If you scrape too little the image will not appear.

If you scrape too much, the image will be lost forever.

This can make me look like God.

Actually, I'm just a servant,

like all of us. Servant of the painter.

I...

I hope to be a good one servant of this painter because ...

he deserves the best of servants.

You're from London, aren't you, Mr. Birkin?

S.

I'm from London.

We don't know any Londoners.

You are the first, Mr. Birkin.

You were there in France, true Mr. Birkin?

Like our Perce.

He made it during the last license.

The day he turned 19 years old.

He was a wonderful boy.

He liked to work, helping others.

Everyone loved him.

Well. Would like to see the farm, Mr. Birkin?

Yes, Lucy, accompany him.

Do you want to see it?

We can not.

We promised Emily Clough to go to her ...

and that we would bring them the Easter card.

Emily Clough?

We promised you that we would have accompanied us.

True?

S.

Then it will be for next Sunday.

Mrs. Clough, we have brought flowers for Emily.

Go up. When you come down, you can eat a dessert.

We brought you the notebook.

Mr. Douthwaite has put an M that means Illness.

He says it's like a star.

With six stars you have a prize.

It is worthwhile to be sick.

I would like a prize "A forgotten garden".

And you instead?

I "The coral island" and Edgar "The children of the forest".

Isn't it too early?

It's for when it's big.

It's a nice story with two girls.

It's Mr. Birkin. He lives in the church.

I've heard of it.

I hope to find her there again. when it will be healed, Mr. Birkin.

I like your hat. I can try it?

You know he's dying, right?

Mr. Birkin preaches well how's your father?

He did not preach. He only talked about his work ...

of how it takes place.

He did not preach.

There is something wrong, Mr. Birkin?

He didn't even drink his tea.

Lucy Syker when she saw us invited us to enter.

She is a strong and very believing woman.

We should invite you for the trip.

We did it again last year.

We must certainly invite her,

Excuse me, please, but I have to go.

It's for Lucy Sykes. Maybe it hurt to see her.

God? What God?

God does not exist!

Today no "Rose of Picardy", if you do not mind.

And about my blanket?

I thought it was someone else.

He was thinking of Kathy Ellerbek and his gramophone.

I'll still have to bear myself. I decided, can I?

Mr. Moon is sure that you don't let me go up

because he doesn't want others to see him.

This is terrible.

Horrible.

Something like hell.

It's not so terrible if you know it.

Do you believe it?

When I look at it, while I work. I believe in the faith of the artist.

It is impossible not to do it.

And for those who don't do they believe in hell?

Hell is different for each person.

What for you?

Hell is on earth.

Clear.

I can't understand it.

How could I?

To understand this ...

Maybe I should try it.

It would be better than no.

It is always dedicated ...

to clean the walls, mr. Birkin?

My father was a merchant

of soaps,

Thank you...

for letting me see it.

Hello.

I'm looking for your husband, but apparently ...

Can't hear it ...

is ringing on the other side of the house.

He's never been here, has he?

It's all here.

As you can see, the other rooms are empty.

Also this...

and this too.

It is very depressing.

He gives me nightmares. All the same...

from anywhere you look ...

nothing changes.

Mr. Birkin was at the entrance.

Didn't you hear the bell?

I would say no.

How could I?

We don't have many visits.

It's true. The habit is lost.

To Mr. Birkin ...

this house looks big and empty.

S , cos .

In fact, we don't know how to furnish all these rooms.

He's right.

Except for that,

that is so big ...

and we don't know what it is.

Maybe it's part of something else.

My father-in-law bought it at an auction, because nobody wanted him,

while it could serve us to furnish these rooms.

It is so.

I came to talk of my compensation.

Money?

He brought a receipt, Mr. Birkin?

A receipt?

For money.

I sent you this morning Mossop with money.

Didn't he give it to her?

Maybe we didn't cross.

Maybe he wants to see the rest of the House?

Thanks, but I have to get back to work.

Did he come to the woods?

No, for the road.

If you want, I will teach you the path to the forest.

You can show my wife the fresco?

I've seen it before.

Well.

I did not know.

Here are my roses.

I spend a lot of time there.

I don't know why. since nobody sees them.

This is a Van Fleet, a very ancient variety.

Watch out for thorns.

They bloom until autumn.

When summer is over,

I usually take the last one and put it on my hat.

It's nice!

Like heaven.

Look!

Many men would say that she is beautiful, Mrs. Keach.

It happened because I have believed to be in heaven.

Look.

Have you ever seen such detail in a medieval painting?

Anticipate Bruegel of a century!

This face ...

means something to him. Definitely a portrait.

Maybe that's why they covered it.

And the crescent?

Perhaps to identify him better.

Your painter would have dared ...

How did you live?

We should know him better.

Here there is no name, no signature.

Why find out?

Now he no longer needs it.

But he had blond hair.

I know because I found hair beard stuck in the paint.

He painted with his right hand

and did it with help of a ladder.

And then it's very strange ...

that the painting does not have it finished him.

See this fragment?

It's not his hand. He must have finished it one of his apprentices.

I don't understand why ...

just one step away from the conclusion.

He knew it was a masterpiece.

See it, right?

It must be the best thing I've ever done.

I will have sweated ...

will have turned over in bed ...

moaning and sobbing for her.

And you will come to judge.

Good job.

Moon!

He fell!

That's why he didn't finish his last job. He fell!

You're better than a cop.

Mr., Birkin ...

you immediately see that she he understands quality.

Remember that we want the best.

Of course, Mr. Birkin, the best of what we can afford.

Look how many!

I don't know much about it of music, Mr. Birkin ...

and I'm not ashamed to admit it.

But there is one thing I am sure, it's the air.

Jack, no.

What do you think, Mr. Birkin?

For me...

Vibrate too much.

It's natural,

and it has a strange smell.

Let's try this.

Come on baby ...

try playing this.

Ask if they can stop to play, Mr. Birkin.

Excuse me...

I like joyful hymns.

The latter really convinced me.

The grave notes had the right resonance.

- I agree. - It looked like a bell.

This, Mr. Birkin, it was music.

Very beautifull!

We have decided for this.

We get a discount of two pounds for cash payment ...

and shipping costs included.

- Where is it? - At the Oxgodby chapel.

Good morning.

We got a nice discount.

Let's hurry, otherwise we lose the train.

I'd like to visit the church, if you do not mind.

All right. I'll see you.

See you later.

Excuse me...

she's from Oxgodby?

Yes, I'm working there.

He saw by chance a boy named Moon?

James Moon.

Dig in the fields or things like that.

S.

Not very tall, blond ...

Always smiling?

He described it exactly.

He was a captain in the 18th Regiment Norfolk artillery.

I didn't think I could find it so easily.

- Do you want to say hi to me? - Sure.

I bet they beat him up bloody when he was in jail.

Because, after a spy, the police military found that poor idiot

in bed with his attendant.

Do you want milk?

S.

Thank you.

You feel good here, don't you?

- Here where? - Here in Oxgodby.

Since you are here, your tic e stuttering has almost disappeared.

Probably.

I hadn't noticed.

What about the beautiful one wife of the vicar? Did you see her?

Not much.

Sin.

You believe?

Not much.

Better to leave everything as it is ...

if they want a quiet life.

To a quiet life!

I thought it was ...

Sometimes I felt ...

you know what I mean.

Many died.

All people I respected.

It seemed that fate privileged me.

Everyone died except me.

I often wake up screaming.

I always see them in front of me.

Always in front.

But I am convinced

which in time will pass.

We will forget everything, right?

We will always recognize ourselves ...

the millions of survivors.

Of survivors!

Different from the previous generation,

that never would have imagined that this could happen.

And those who will come will they be more fortunate?

Those who will remember they suffered mutilation, blindness.

And people like you and me ...

remained almost unscathed.

For me the last six months they were the worst.

When they called me back from the front.

Months passed without it see a corpse.

But I kept seeing their faces.

But...

You better let it go ...

because I assume it will always be this way.

But we don't have to get down, right?

Everyone must continue their life.

"Again I will come in glory ...

to judge the living and the dead ... "

They gave you the war cross, true?

I saw her in your tent.

Medal.

What's new in the chapel?

They bought a new organ.

What is it?

A bigger and deeper stone than normal.

Perhaps the upper part of a tomb.

Do you know what it is for?

It is not exciting ...

dig where someone has been buried 500-600 years ago?

From my point of view,

As exciting as it is your work next door.

Now you will expect to find a pot of gold.

We archaeologists we are of refined tastes.

A slight variation of the soil shade

an adrenaline rush.

Stop friend. You're lifting useless soil.

Horn Button! XVth century!

Center!

Hurry up, ers Piers or not?

"Miserrimus" is written.

How to say: "I am the most wretched man."

Christ, they had it right with him, poor devil.

I wonder why?

I imagine...

that we'll never know.

Let's take a look at it.

Third rib.

Miserrimus.

That's why ...

Piers was a Muslim.

A Muslim in Oxgodby.

Perhaps it was part of some crusade.

He will have converted to save himself.

Do you think that scandal will be successful,

when he appeared here.

That's why they buried him out of the cemetery.

We have revealed the mystery.

It's the same, isn't it?

Mossop told me he has finished.

And I see that it is so.

Very well!

According to the will of the testamentary,

here is the balance for his services.

Thirteen pounds and 15 shillings ...

as agreed.

What do you think?

Well ... it seems to me.

He did the job as per contract.

And it was paid.

Thank you.

I still need two days before removing the scaffolding.

Why?

I have not finished yet.

What remains to be done?

I know that.

You will remove the scaffolding.

Really?

I will inform the performers that you have me prevented from finishing my work.

This will relieve them from shell out a thousand pounds ...

that Miss Hebron has appropriated for the church.

I don't want to fight with her, Mr. Birkin.

I haven't always been this way, Mr. Birkin.

Well, not as I appear on the surface.

He never tried to see things from my point of view?

The English are people not very religious.

Those who come to the functions ...

they do it only out of habit.

Their attitude towards the sacraments is superficial.

Have you ever met anyone, that he has lowered his head ...

to the passage of ours Lord crucified?

Do you think you find him at Oxgodby?

Including Thanksgiving Day. when they arrive in mass ...

at Christmas for midnight mass.

For them it is only a pagan ceremony. Season changes.

They don't need me.

I only come back useful in case of baptisms, weddings and funerals.

Above all funerals ...

because I pray their dead rest in peace.

I don't want any more embarrass her.

Because she too he doesn't need me.

I wait for you to let me know

when to dismantle the scaffolding.

- I heard you finished. - Yes.

I came to bring them of apples and to greet her.

Thank you.

I'm Ribston Pippins. Here they grow well thanks to the land and the climate.

Although there are other varieties equally good.

Is she also an apple expert?

I am. It was my father who taught me.

First to bite them ...

he sniffed them.

Then he made them turn in his hands

and then sniffed his hands.

He felt them and tapped them like a blind man.

Sometimes...

made me close my eyes ...

and when I bite it he asked me what apple it was.

Is this where he lived?

- This is where Mr. Moon? - Yes.

Finally ... he found what he was looking for.

Although it has not yet published in the Saxon Chapel.

He knew he was here.

He knew!

You both found it what you were looking for.

Found?

Then...

I have to go.

His book.

Hi!

Mr. Birkin!

Mr. Birkin!

A letter for you,

The postman gave it to me.

Thank you.

It's my wife's, Vinny.

You will want to start over ...

as usual.

And will you come back?

As usual.

Where are you going?

In Basra. Baghdad.

There are interesting excavations. I would like to participate.

Sure.

And you?

I do not know yet.

I expect another church, I suppose.

You won't find another like this.

I know.

It was a special summer!

Anyway...

it does not matter.

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