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GATES SQUEAK

MAGPIES CHATTER

HIS FOOTSTEPS ECHO OUT

Anyone at home?

CLOCK TICKS

Bloomin' Nora!

Where d'you come from?

The presbytery.

Before that, a rather delicious afternoon tea

with Mr and Mrs Granforth...

although I confess to eating more than one custard tart.

I don't know what you think you're doing here

but this is private property.

I know.

I saw the sign.

However, I was invited.

By telephone...

to hear confession.

I thought, perhaps, someone had taken up residence.

MALLORY: Hardly likely, considering what happened here.

They give you a name, this mysterious penitent of yours?

Not something I would usually divulge.

Well that's a pity

because I also received a phone call.

Anonymous. Asked me to come here.

Claimed he had new information about the Haggard murders.

How intriguing!

A load of horse manure, more like.

I suspected it was a hoax at the time.

Now I see you here, I'm certain of it.

I'm off home before my chops get cold!

Should we not wait?

Perhaps our mutual friend has merely been delayed.

Take a look around you, Padre.

No one's set foot in here for years.

But stay if you wish.

You can entertain the spiders with your latest sermon.

If no one's been here for years Inspector...

who wound the clock?

CLOCK TICKS

PHONE RINGS

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

BIRDS CHIRP - COCKEREL CROWS

Mornin!

Guess I'm not the only sinner to 'ave caught a few winks

in the shadow of angels!

Alright there, lad?

Right. Set up a cordon.

I don't want members of the public traipsing all over the churchyard.

Yes, sir. - Constable Hart!

Pop over to Inspector Mallory's.

I think he might have overslept.

Tell him we need him here straight away. - Yes, sir.

HE SIGHS

You don't expect it, do you?

Right on God's doorstep.

Have you any idea who he was?

Not yet.

His face rings a bell, mind

but I just can't put my finger on where I might have seen him.

Do you know what upsets me the most?

It was so preventable.

Any vagrant in such dire need of help had only to knock at the presbytery door

and they'd have been offered a nice, hot bowl of soup at the very least.

Talking of vagrants, guess who found him.

May I say you're lookin' as comely as the cornflowers on the common, Mrs McCarthy.

Mr Slow.

I suspect the deceased gentleman's problems

went beyond where his next meal was coming from.

We found an empty bottle of barbiturates

by the body.

He poisoned himself!

And on consecrated ground!

We mustn't jump to conclusions, Mrs McCarthy.

Could've been an accidental overdose.

By the cut of him

I'll wager it was the final, foolish act of a desperate man.

Mrs M!

I thought you you'd gone to find Father Brown?

Well that's just it.

He wasn't in his study and I couldn't find him anywhere else either.

That's odd.

We've had a few problems locating Inspector Mallory, too.

No one's seen him all morning.

No doubt he's visiting one of his flock.

Or perhaps he's gone fishing.

Gone fishing?

Father Brown wouldn't know one end of the fishing rod from the other.

Still... it's very unlike him to disappear like that

without saying something to me first.

BUNTY: According to this...

he has no appointments this morning.

And last entry was yesterday.

"Noon. Confession. Spencer H."

That is Father Brown's private diary!

Who's Spencer H?

I have absolutely no idea.

I can't recall anyone in Kembleford with the Christian name of Spencer.

Well...

perhaps he went to find this Spencer fellow.

It got late...

so they offered Father Brown

a bed for the night...

and he's still there

tucking into breakfast. Mystery solved.

Except, clever clogs

that appointment was for noon.

Now, unless Father Brown was giving shrift to Jack The Ripper

it wouldn't have taken until nightfall! Would it?

Well, I still think we should find this Spencer chap

and ask him if Father Brown mentioned where he was headed.

And how exactly do you propose we do that?

Well, you have access to the church register, haven't you?

BUNTY: What a waste of time!

Kembleford had such a disconcerting deficit of Spencers.

Mrs McCarthy!

I'm sorry, Mr Slow...

I 'eard you was on the hunt for the good Father?

Do you know where he is?

Well... not as such.

Then we must bid you good day.

Unless you know anyone called Spencer who has a surname beginning with H?

I knew a Spencer in the army.

Corporal in the Royal Engineers. But he was a Pratt.

I mean, his surname was Pratt

which doesn't begin-- - Goodbye, Mr Slow.

But I did see 'im! The Father.

Where?

Here!

Yesterday, late afternoon.

Six-ish.

No clue where 'e was trundlin' off to, mind.

Evenin', Father!

I remember it cos he usually stops for a chat

only 'e looked like he was in a hurry.

Anyway, I'm off to the Red Lion

but if I sees 'im, I'll come find you.

Most kind.

Only man of the cloth worth the leather in my shoe!

So, perhaps this confession was postponed until later in the evening?

Don't suppose Father Brown has turned up yet?

Sadly not.

Only, according to his wife

Inspector Mallory didn't make it home last night.

Desk Sergeant said the Inspector got a call around six.

Sir?

Inspector Mallory speaking.

Actually, I was just on my way home so if this could wait...

Is that so?

Why don't you come to the station and--

Alright, calm down.

Where do you want to meet?

Give me 20 minutes.

I need the file on the Haggard murders, quick as you can.

GOODFELLOW (VO): Left soon afterwards. That was the last time anyone saw him.

Sounds like he was looking into that old Haggard case.

That poor couple murdered in their bed?

Exactly. - George and Jasmin Haggard?

Yeah. That's them!

I thought that was before your time here.

It was.

BUNTY: Isn't that where Blind Harry found the body this morning?

I suppose I should've spotted that.

You won't tell the Inspector, will you?

Oh, your secret is safe with us

Sergeant.

Horrible business, it was.

Horrible. My kids still won't go down the lane past Spencer Hall.

Spencer Hall?

Yeah, the Haggards' house

just outside of town.

Here...

BUNTY: And the murderer's name was Edmund Noon?

That's right.

He was never caught. It was like he vanished into thin air.

So Father Brown wasn't going to meet Spencer H for confession at noon.

He was going to Spencer Hall to hear the confession of Edmund Noon

a known murderer!

And no one has seen him since!

CHURCH BELL CHIMES

Police surgeon reckons the body fits the age

and physical description of Edmund Noon.

Alright.

So... wracked with guilt, Edmund Noon returns to Kembleford

confesses, seeks forgiveness at the Haggards' grave...

and then kills himself.

That still doesn't explain what has happened to Father Brown!

Or Inspector Mallory.

Or Inspector Mallory.

I reckon I should go to Spencer Hall

have a peek around, see what I can find.

Great! We'll come with you.

I don't think that's a very good--

We'll take my car. It'll be quicker.

Well, it makes sense, I suppose.

Between you and me...

I've always dreamed about taking her for a spin.

I beg your pardon!

No, I meant the car!

This is strange.

Why?

I thought you said nobody was living here.

Well, not since the murders.

But this padlock looks brand new!

Not to worry, we can climb over the wall.

Penelope...

couldn't you just... pick the lock?

Firstly...

that lock is a little beyond my level of expertise

and secondly, there are certain things a lady shouldn't do

in front of an officer of the law.

But I'm sure the Sergeant will give you a leg-up!

DOOR UNLOCKS

BUNTY: Anyone here?

DOOR SHUTS

I don't think anyone's been here in a long time.

I'm not so sure...

Look at this grass.

This footprint can't be more than a day old.

I reckon we should have a proper look around.

So what do we know about this Edmund Noon character, anyway?

Beside from being a double-murderer.

MRS MCCARTHY: As far as I can recall, he was a schoolteacher

from Hambleston, I think.

That's right.

He got a job

improving the young Mrs Haggard's education.

Only thing is, he fell for her.

"We saw it in each other's eye...

and wished...

in every...

every half-breathed sigh...

to speak, but did not.

She felt..."

Go on.

EDMUND: You're doing very well.

"She felt...

my lips'.

Impassioned touch.

Twas the first time...

I dared so much...

and yet...

she chic! not."

MRS MCCARTHY: Unfortunately...

George Haggard discovered that Edmund had feelings for his young wife.

So what did he do?

Mr Haggard told Jasmin she was never to see Edmund again.

Nothing has happened! - Yet!

I know men like him.

It is only a matter of time!

I would never betray you.

I wish I could believe that.

What can I do to convince you--

You can tell him he is no longer welcome here!

But my lessons! - Forget your lessons!

When I found you...

your village was burning

your parents were dead.

You were half-starved.

Remember?

And whose fault was that?

What did you say?

It was your country!

Your politicians!

Your soldiers!

I saved your life!

Is that not enough to earn some obedience?

MRS MCCARTHY: When Edmund Noon got the telephone call

informing him he was no longer welcome at the house

by all accounts he flew into a jealous rage.

And came straight here and then he...

Well...

you both know the end of that sad story.

Were there any witnesses?

The housekeeper.

Patricia Wintham.

Mr Haggard! It's Mrs Wintham!

I was just gonna give your mirrors a wipe. You in there?

SHE GASPS AND SCREAMS

GOODFELLOW: By the time we got here to arrest Mr Noon

he'd already gone on the run, but...

we found the gun dumped in a ditch

near his house.

MRS MCCARTHY: Look!

Look at this.

Housekeeping services.

"Mrs Wintham, Priory Lane, Kembleford".

So the Haggards got their housekeeper from the local rag.

MRS MCCARTHY: That is last week's paper.

Whoever circled that advertisement

it certainly wasn't the Haggards.

Somebody was looking for her.

Exactly.

Maybe this Edmund Noon blamed the housekeeper for what happened?

After all, it sounds like she was the one that spilled the beans to the husband.

Oh! Not that I'm saying it was her fault

that would be mere speculation

"gossip", if you like.

Let's get her side of the story before we jump to conclusions, shall we?

DOOR CREAKS

Stay here.

Oh dear.

It's not exactly a good advertisement for her housekeeping skills!

Looks like we've now got three missing persons.

Oh, Sergeant.

We have just spoken to Mrs Wintham's neighbours.

She hasn't been seen for a couple of days.

Perhaps Father Brown discovered she was missing and went to look for her.

There's something else you should know.

One of my constables just told me that, last week

Patricia Wintham telephoned the police station.

She'd received a threatening letter.

The Desk Sergeant on duty convinced her it was probably a prank

but then...

we found this in her bedroom.

If it is from Edmund Noon, you're probably right, Mrs McCarthy.

He came back to Kembleford with a score to settle.

"Death's icy touch lies in store".

PHONE RINGS

Inspector Mallory, speaking.

CLOCK TICKS

"Death's icy"... what?

You heard.

Who is this?

Haven't you figured it out yet?

Noon...

You killed the love of my life.

Now it's your turn to suffer.

MALLORY: Wait a minute, lad.

You're the murderer here, not me!

EDMUND: I haven't killed anyone.

Yet.

So those bullet-holes spontaneously erupted

in Mr and Mrs Haggard, did they?

They were already dead when I got there.

Jasmin called me.

She was terrified.

It's me.

He knows.

That evil minded housekeeper told him.

Please, you've got to come. We'll go away somewhere.

I love you.

I went to the house to protect Jasmin, not to kill her.

EDMUND: I got there as fast as I could but I was too late.

Jasmin?

Jasmin?

It's me.

Edmund.

WHISPERS: Hey.

No.

Jasmin?

Open your eyes.

Open your eyes, Jasmin!

HE SOBS

Mr Haggard?

It's Mrs Wintham!

I was gonna give your mirrors a wipe down. You in there?

SHE GASPS AND SCREAMS

EDMUND: I knew what it'd look like.

I knew that nobody would ever believe me.

So I ran.

I've spent the last two years on the run

moving from place to place, always looking over my shoulder.

I'm not doing it anymore.

It's time for...

resolution.

Don't you mean revenge?

No.

Father, you made it.

Yes, I suppose I do mean revenge.

Against whom?

George Haggard may have robbed me of my chance to kill him

but at least I can punish those who contributed to Jasmin's death.

Including both of you.

It's got nothing to do with me!

You're the Inspector, aren't you?

According to the newspapers, you ignored reports of a woman's cries

coming from Spencer Hall on the night of the murder.

Said "it wasn't your job

to interfere in domestic disputes"!

I wasn't even in Kembleford back then!

Must've been one of my predecessors, so--

That makes no difference.

The police left her to die. The police...

Will Pa)'-

As for you, Father...

I read all about the diary they found.

What diary?

Mr Haggard's.

Now, he wrote of visiting his priest for confession that very morning

sharing his doubts about his wife's fidelity.

FATHER BROWN: Even if that were true...

I don't see how I--

You could have warned her of her husband's

anger but instead you did nothing while he went home and killed her!

FATHER BROWN: Mr Noon, I understand you have suffered a terrible loss but--

You understand nothing!

But to prove that I am no monster...

I'm going to give you a chance to redeem yourselves.

We're going to play a game.

Now, I've captured Patricia Wintham

and I've hidden her somewhere within the boundaries of Spencer Hall.

Find her before sundown and I'll let you live.

But if you fail...

or call for help, or try to leave the grounds...

I'll kill you all.

PHONE CLICKS OFF

PHONE DINGS AND CLATTERS

We'd better start looking for Mrs Wintham.

MALLORY: No luck.

I've searched everywhere - the basement, the attic...

and you're sat on your backside.

"Death's icy touch lies in store".

That's what the toe-rag said on the phone.

It must mean something.

It means somebody is in for it.

And I'm starting to worry it might be us!

I think he's given us a clue.

And why would he do that?

As he said, it's a game.

Of sorts.

I'm more of a gin rummy man, myself.

"...lies in store".

Perhaps he's referring to an outbuilding

within the boundaries of Spencer Hall.

Like a shed, do you mean?

Yes.

Well let's split up. It'll be quicker.

Righty-ho Inspector.

And that way I can get some peace and quiet.

CLATTERING

Mrs Wintham?

Pigeons.

This is pointless.

I should call the station, round up two dozen men

and we can tear this place apart until we find her.

What about Noon's threat...

to kill Mrs Wintham if we do?

Not to mention us.

If he thinks this is a game

what's to say she isn't dead already

and he's just playing with us!

Humbug?

It will help.

How will a boiled sweet possibly help?

A sense of comfort

combined with a sugary stimulation to the brain.

No, thank you.

We're running out of time.

It's nearly sundown.

I've had enough of this. I'm calling for back up!

Inspector.

What's down there?

MALLORY: Some sort of secret tunnel, maybe.

Actually, I think it's a disused ice house.

"Death's..." - Icy touch!

Indeed.

After you.

Let His light shine in the darkness.

WATER DRIPS

Careful.

Thank you, Inspector.

MALLORY: Well?

FATHER BROWN: Mrs Wintham?

SHE GROANS - Thank goodness for that.

Let's get her out of here.

DOOR CREAKS

MALLORY: Oi!

LOCK CLICKS

THUD ON THE DOOR

We had a deal!

EDMUND: I said that if you found her I wouldn't kill you.

I didn't say I'd let you go.

EDMUND: But we're all mortal, of course.

Who knows how long any of us have left?

FATHER BROWN: Mr Noon, please!

We cannot imagine what you have been through, but--

Then try harder.

EDMUND: No one will find you here.

You can spend your last few hours scrabbling around in the dark

thinking about what you did.

Noon?

Come back here!

BANGS ON DOOR - MALLORY: Noon!

THUDDING

CHURCH BELL TOLLS

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, my love.

HE SNIFFS

That I didn't get there sooner.

That I couldn't stop him.

But it's all over now.

All of it.

HE SNIFFS

We brought in Edmund Noon's mother.

She's made a positive identification on the body.

And you still think it was a suicide?

There were no signs of a struggle.

And his prints were the only ones on the bottle.

Shouldn't our priority be finding Father Brown and Mrs Wintham.

Yes, yes, and Inspector Mallory.

Yes. Edmund Noon was clearly a very dangerous man

and we have good reason to believe that he was in contact with all three

before their disappearance.

So, I think we should go back to Spencer Hall and look for clues.

Yes, I mean, but the thing is...

it's a police matter, so-- - Oh, don't be obtuse.

You know perfectly well that you're stuck with us

so you may as well embrace it.

HE SIGHS

I don't suppose it matters if we have two more pairs of eyes on the case.

That's the spirit!

Oh! Mr Slow.

Might I have a word?

My ears and heart are yours in aeternum, Mrs McCarthy.

MRS MCCARTHY: Yes, well, be that as it may.

Would you be able to keep an eye out for Father Brown

in case he turns up?

He's still missin'?

Yes, yes, I'm afraid he is.

He's got 'imself stuck somewhere, I reckon.

Some nippers locked me in my outhouse, once.

I was in there for three days.

That's terrible! You poor thing!

BLIND HARRY: Ah. Weren't so bad.

Like being in my dugout in Flanders only without the whizz-bangs.

So, you just want me to sit 'ere and wait for 'im in case 'e comes cycling by?

Exactly.

Oh!

For you, Mrs McCarthy, I'd undertake the labours of 'ercules

and ask only for a smile on yer face.

I insist.

Oh. Well in that case...

BLIND HARRY: Oh.

Been meaning to sew up that 'ole!

Oh, so what 'appens if I see the good Father?

You tell him that we've gone to Spencer Hall to look for him.

Tough job...

But...

some blighter's gotta do it.

SHE SOBS

You alright, Miss?

It's my fault.

Don't talk soft.

You didn't lock us in here.

No, but I told Mr Haggard about Edmund and Jasmin.

And if I hadn't, they'd still be alive.

Why did you tell him?

I was protecting Edmund.

Protecting him?

He was...

He was going to throw his life away for that foolish girl.

And you didn't want him running away with her?

Because you had feelings for him.

I know!

I'm an idiot, I know.

And now we will all pay for my petty jealousy.

Well, you never know. Maybe he'll come back, let us go.

A game, like you said, Padre.

Edmund told me that, when this was done...

he was gonna "be with Jasmin".

He's not coming back.

Then I pray for his poor, tormented soul.

It's our souls I'm worried about.

I'm sure there are people looking for us.

And how exactly will they track us down to this hole-in-the-ground?

We could scream blue murder until Judgment Day

and nobody would hear!

"And I will lead the blind in the ways which they know not

and in the paths which they were ignorant of

I will make them walk.

And I will make darkness light before them

and crooked things straight...

Anything? - Not a trace.

Me neither. - Well, what do we do now?

That muddy footprint you found.

That wouldn't have come from someone walking down a gravel driveway

would it?

The gardens!

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

I don't feel well.

So tired...

Miss?

Do you think he drugged her?

Possibly.

But that door would have been designed to keep out warm air

during the summer months.

Are you saying we're running out of oxygen?

MALLORY: How long?

Hard to say.

But if Mrs Wintham is already showing symptoms...

Typical!

I've only just renewed my membership at the golf club.

Any ideas?

Maybe we could dig our way out?

These walls are too thick.

We would waste what little air we have left.

Now...

our only choice is to wait

and have faith that God will deliver us.

And that would be the same God that landed us in here

in the first place?

Perhaps He thought it would be an opportunity for us to reconcile our differences?

Tell Him from me

he's going to be sorely disappointed!

Where's Penelope?

Still checking the greenhouse, I think.

BIRDS CHIRP - BUNTY: Look!

I found this dumped behind the compost heap.

GOODFELLOW: No sign of its owner, I'm guessing?

Noon must have taken them somewhere else?

GOODFELLOW: Nah, he'd have needed a vehicle.

And I didn't spot any tyre tracks on that driveway.

Look.

I'd recognise these humbugs anywhere.

They're from the sweet shop on Hope Street.

Mrs Penny makes them herself.

SQ?

I gave Father Brown a packet only two days ago.

It was a little "thank you"

for his help with my WI talk.

Oh, look!

Well, I don't think he liked them very much.

They are his favourites, I can assure you!

Well, in that case...

Oh!

Another one!

It's a trail of bread-crumbs.

Father Brown must've suspected something might happen to him.

We'd better find out where they lead before it's too late!

The communion wine?

Yer sure?

Very decent of you!

I'd have only nabbed a bottle or two, honest.

Wait a minute...

Isn't this the bit

where you come up with some ingenious plan to get us out of here?

Sorry to disappoint.

In that case, Padre...

about what you said earlier.

Reconciling differences, and all that...

I know that you and I haven't always...

sung from the same hymn sheet

as it were.

And I've said things...

behind your back...

and to your face for that matter...

things that weren't...

always entirely complimentary.

I just want you to know that...

lull

meant...

every...

bloomin' word!

COUGHS

We've looked everywhere, the trail's gone cold.

Well, we can't just give up.

There's one!

Oh. Well done, Mrs McCarthy.

What do you have in your mouth?

Nothing. - Have you been eating the humbugs?

Just the one.

Words fail me, Sergeant.

What's that down there?

BUNTY: Oh, I think it's an ice-house.

We've got one at Montague.

Aunt Fliss keeps her champagne in it.

That is until I found the key.

You don't think that they've...? - Mmh.

THUMPING

GOODFELLOW: Anyone in there?

THUMPING

Inspector?

THUMPING

Father?

BUNTY: Can you hear us?

There's no one there.

You were right, Penelope.

Noon must have moved them somewhere else.

GOODFELLOW: Then I suggest we return to the police station.

Put out an official alert.

What's he doing here?

BLIND HARRY: Mrs McCarthy...

So much for keeping an eye out for Father Brown!

I have a good mind to ask for my money back.

Don't you be getting yerself in a tizzle, Mrs McCarthy.

I only left my post...

because you three traipsed off to this fine abode

but left the key

on the blessed soil of St Mary's.

The key? What?

I have no idea what you are talking about.

Wait...

you found a key?

Right next to where the lad's body was found.

Got it right 'ere.

Ooh!

At least I did.

BLIND HARRY: Oh.

Must've slipped through that 'ole.

I despair of you, Harold Slow, I truly do!

KNOCKS - Father!

BUNTY: Come on...

answer me!

Bunty?

Tell us how we can get you out of there?

The key...

GOODFELLOW: We might have a problem there, Father.

I am so sorry, Father.

BLIND HARRY: I've let you down.

Harold!

My old friend.

Harold!

Look in the workshop!

WHISPERS: Harold.

Be quick.

Workshop? What workshop?

MRS MCCARTHY: Father?

Father, stay awake!

BUNTY: Maybe there's a spare key in the workshop.

I'll go with Harold to check. - No.

No. You stay with Father Brown.

Fancy a bit of my company, Mrs M?

Somebody needs to keep an eye on you!

It must be here somewhere.

Harold Slow.

Would you at least make an effort!

They call me Blind Harry.

Cos of what the gas did to my eyes.

And there was me...

thinking it was because you're always blind drunk.

That, too.

So the Father wouldn't've sent me 'ere to 'unt for a key.

He'd send one of you lot, wouldn't 'e?

Well, you're here now

so could you please help me look?

No, I'm thinkin' something different, see.

I'm thinkin' 'e sent me 'ere

cos 'e knows I was a Sapper in the war.

What are you gibbering on about now?

Means I know how to blow stuff up.

I just want to say, for the record

I think this is a terrible idea.

It'll be a miracle if that man doesn't blow us all to smithereens

Father Brown and Inspector Mallory included.

GOODFELLOW: Come now, Mrs McCarthy.

If Father Brown has taught me one thing, it's that we should believe in miracles.

You might wanna cover yer--

EXPLOSION

RINGING SOUND

Mother, is that you?

GOODFELLOW: It's only me, Inspector. Only me.

Father, please. Wake up.

Slap him.

I beg your pardon?

Slap him!

I will not slap a priest!

Fine then, I'll do it.

I can't do it!

You don't think that he's...?

Oh for Heaven's sake, Father, enough of this silliness.

We need you to wake up!

HE INHALES DEEPLY

Oh!

Are you sure you won't stay?

There's plenty to go around.

I should be getting back to the family.

Same here.

And, to be honest, I think Father Brown and I

have spent more than enough time in each other's company for one day.

The Sergeant and I just wanted to stop by and, er...

you know...

BUNTY: You are most welcome, Inspector.

Thank goodness we got you out of there in the nick of time.

MRS MCCARTHY: Oh, now that reminds me

I must go to the sweet shop in Kembleford tomorrow

and replace those humbugs.

How is Mrs Wintham?

They're keeping her at cottage hospital for tonight.

Doctor's seemed confident she'll make a full recovery.

Well, come along, Sergeant, let's leave these good people to their food.

GOODFELLOW: Right you are, sir.

Harold!

What a pleasant surprise.

I was invited to join you for a spot of 'ot-pot.

Don't look at me.

Well...

I thought it'd be a nice way of saying thank you.

He did, after all, save the day.

For you, Mrs McCarthy.

Don't worry, didn't pinch 'em from the churchyard.

They're from the meadow behind my barn.

They are delightful, Mr Slow.

Now, please, make yourself at home.

Wonders never cease.

I thought it was the Christian thing to do.

Quite right.

Now, tell me, will it be a summer wedding?

Bless us '0 Lord and these thy gifts

which of thy bounty we are about to receive through

Christ our lord.

Amen. - Amen.