All language subtitles for Father.Brown.2013.S08E01.BDRip.x264-HAGGiS_X

CHOIR SINGS:
# And did those feet in ancient time #

# Walk upon England's mountains green? ,9'

This seems a bit snug, Mrs McCarthy.

There. That wasn't so difficult now, was it?

Ahem. I just wanted to wish you all the best.

And I will be praying for you.

BARBARA:
Thank you, Father. We'll need it.

LAWRENCE:
Ah, Kembleford!

I have to say, how brave of you all
to come back after last year.

Well done, you!

Huh. We got the lowest marks
in the history of the competition.

We've been working very hard since then,
I can assure you.

As have the Hambleston Harmonisers.

We might be reigning champions,
but one can't rest on one's laurels.

Break a leg.

Well, I think you are going to be marvellous.

DISTANT ORGAN PLAYS

ORGAN PLAYS

Thank you to The Salperton Songbirds!

Next, ladies and gentlemen,
we have The Kembleford Choristers.

# O Sanctissima #

# O Piissima #

it Dulcis Virgo Maria #

it Mater amata #

# lntemerata #

it Ora, or a pro nobis #

ORGAN STOPS
- APPLAUSE

The moment of truth.

Which three of our Gloucestershire entrants
will be progressing to the Grand Final

of the Three Counties Choir Competition

to be held here in Worcester Cathedral
next weekend?

Whatever happens,
you have done Kembleford proud.

Hear, hear.

The three Gloucestershire finalists are...

Shepherd Magma.

Last year's champions,
The Hambleston Harmonisers...

And last but not least...

I still can't believe you came back
all this way just for the final.

Mrs M would never have forgiven me
if I'd missed it.

I've never seen her in such a tizz.

You are a good friend.

Fortunately, Monty had some business
in London and the timing was perfect.

Now, not so bad, if I say so myself.

Indeed.

And I'm not the greatest admirer
of the humble omnibus.

In fact, perhaps we should take your car?

Oh, you know perfectly well that Mrs M
wants us all to travel together.

She's terrified that something bad
will happen if she lets us out of her sight.

I'm sure you're right.

And for her sake,
I shall rough it just this once.

THEY LAUGH

MRS MCCARTHY:
Ah! There you are!

You excited about your big day?

Exasperated, more like!

Harriet Whitley has dropped out.

Dropped out? Why?

She claims to have picked up a stomach bug
and says she can't get out of bed.

The rules state clearly that each choir
must have six members.

Three men and three women.

What will you do?

Well, don't look at me.

My music teacher once paid me
to bunk off on the day of the school concert.

She said that my soprano
could be used as an offensive weapon.

THEY CHUCKLE

No!

PHONES RING
- KNOCK ON DOOR

Right then, sir, I'm going.

Going?
- Yes, sir, my afternoon off.

Afternoon off?

For the choir competition, sir.
I did tell you.

On several occasions.

What time is it?

Uh... just gone quarter to twelve, sir.

Is there a problem, sir?

My daughter's performing
in the competition with her youth choir.

How exciting for her.

Isn't it just?

That's why I promised the wife,
under pain of death

that I'd be back in time to go with them.

Only it slipped my mind,
what with all these burglaries.

I'm sure she'll understand, sir.
You know, duty calls, and all that.

Understand?

I'll be in the doghouse so long,
I'll have to get the postman

to start delivering my mail there!

Well, you could come with us on the bus, sir.
There's bound to be a spare seat.

Are you sure there's room?

Well, the more the merrier, sir, you know!
GOODFELLOW CHUCKLES

You might have to put up with us
practising some of our songs, but, well...

That's alright, Goodfellow.

I knew I wouldn't escape punishment entirely.

No doubt they will be here soon.

When I was choir leader,
I'd instruct everyone to be here

at least ten minutes early.

Well, I am choir leader now
and I'm sure they are on their way.

Now, there they are.

My apologies, Mrs McCarthy.

Where have you been?

Sorry, Mother.
- My fault.

I wanted to show Nicholas
some hotel brochures for the honeymoon.

Waste of money in my opinion.

My Henry and I made do
with a slap-up meal at the Red Lion.

He was back at the factory next morning.
- Yes, well...

Audrey deserves the best.

Setting up home together isn't cheap,
ya know?

But as you're friends, I'll give you
a special discount on our bumper pack

of cleaning products.

It has every ting you need
for a sparkling home!

Well, we'll definitely think about it,
Wesley. Promise.

I already have everything we need

and the soap he sold me last week
left stains all over my basin.

No, that can't be right.

My products are top of the range!

Afternoon. I hope you don't mind,
I offered the Inspector a lift.

Why ever would I mind?

Hello, everyone.

Mr Summerton.

Inspector. Good to see you again.

Oh, Audrey!

These are for you.

They were left on the presbytery doorstep.

HE SNEEZES

Did I mention that I hate buses?

Who's been sending you flowers?

They're from the children in my class, silly.
To wish me good luck.

Now that everyone is here...

I have a very important
announcement to make.

We have received news from Canon Fox
that the winner of the competition

will get to perform at this year's
Royal Variety Performance

at the London Coliseum in front of
Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth!

Now, there will be a lot of press there today

so I beg you, on your best behaviour,
all of you.

Whenever are we not, Mrs M?

Alright, Derek, we're ready to go.
- Right you are.

ENGINE STARTS

Mm...

Mm. Help yourself, sir.

No, thank you, Goodfellow.

I know what fate awaits me when I see
my wife and daughter in Worcester.

I don't want my last meal to be a stale,
half-eaten teacake.

Now, I want you all back in the bus
in five minutes!

SHE SNIFFS

What have I said to you about smoking?

You two need to take care of your voices!

Sorry, Mrs McCarthy.

I've been smoking since I was knee-high
to a grasshopper, Mrs McCarthy.

One more's not going to make any difference.

Uh... I wanted to have a word
about our robes.

Did you see what Hambleston
were wearing last week?

I don't wish to look like anybody's
impoverished cousin.

Lawrence Ashton is chaplain at HMP Sonning.

Now, he has a whole prison full of ladies
with nothing better to do

than make robes for him.

Whereas I, on the other hand,
had to sew all the robes myself.

And that's very much appreciated.

But, if by some miracle we were to win

we might wish to improve our choral wear
prior to performing for the Queen.

Yes, well, we'll cross that bridge
when we come to it.

Does anyone know who's in there?

Because they're taking an age.
- Did you knock?

Yes, but no-one answered.
- Oh.

WOMAN CRIES
- DISTANT THUD

Anybody in there?

Goodfellow, barge this door down.

Let me try.

I've got a new hypothesis
about the Kembleford burglar.

LOCK CLICKS

MALLORY:
And you've no memory of what happened?

AUDREY:
Not really.

I thought I heard something
outside the window

so I opened it to take a look,
and the next thing I remember

is all of you standing above me.

Do you think it's possible
that you just fainted?

Maybe. I don't know.

It's all so embarrassing!

We should get you checked out.
- Oh, no, I'm fine, really,

Right, come along, come along!

We don't want to be late, do we?

Excuse me. Cigarette?

Good, now we're all here.

HORN BEEPS

OAR APPROACHES

HORN BEEPS

Derek, let us be on our way.

ENGINE SPUTTERS

ENGINE SPUTTERS

ENGINE ROARS

COW MOOS

THEY SING:
# Hold me with thy powerful hand 6'

it Bread of heaven, bread of heaven #

# Feed me till I want no more #

# Feed me till I want no more #

ENGINE POPS

ENGINE POPS

INDISTINCT MURMURS

The fuel pipe has been punctured.

How can it be punctured?

Something could've kicked up off the road.

If not that, then--

The Hambleston Harmonisers!

They were there!
- Oh, come on, Mrs M.

You honestly think they'd stoop to sabotage?

No, I suppose not.
- Can you fix it'?

Not without a replacement part.

The pressure's too high on that side
of the fuel inlet for us to tape it up.

We wouldn't even make it to the next village,
let alone Worcester.

You all wait here.

Goodfellow and I will walk along the road
until we find a house with a telephone.

We'll call for a mechanic and--
- And how long is that going to take?

I wanted to be in Worcester by four o'clock!

There is another solution.

We could we leave the coach and
the driver here and walk to Lower Swaddling.

It can't be more than two miles,
and it's a stop on the Worcester line

then we could catch a train
the rest of the way.

Yes! Now, everyone gather up your music
and the hampers...

Look at me, Father!

A couple of miles? In these shoes?

Er...

I told you we should have brought your car!

My point is, Father, that cleanliness
is next to godliness, am I right?

And an official endorsement from the church
would be doing me a massive favour.

Well, I'll certainly consider it.

That's all I ask.

I didn't like to say anything
in front of Mrs M

as she's in enough of a flap already,
but I do think the coach was sabotaged.

The fuel pipe looked like it had been
sawn through with a knife.

But why would anyone want to do that?

To stop us getting to Worcester.

Take out the competition.

Perhaps the same person was responsible
for what happened to Audrey.

She is Kembleford's star performer,
after all.

That's true.

And seeing as Hambleston just happened
to be passing by the scene of the crime--

It could have been anyone.

For now, it's best to let them assume
that they were regrettable accidents.

Whilst keeping our eyes open
for anything suspicious?

Would you please pick up the pace?

We're going as fast as we can!

If we miss this train,
we'll never get to Worcester in time.

Hardly our fault.

And what's that supposed to mean?

We never had any trouble
with the old bus company.

It was you decided to find a cheaper option!

INSECT BUZZES

Perhaps it would be quicker
if we went across country?

How do we even know that's the right way?

Well, the Cotswolds Way heads straight
for Lower Swaddling as the crow flies.

Anything to get this over with.
- Come on.

What are you doing now?

I thought I might stay here.

Try and flag down a passing car.

Preferably one with a picnic basket
and a bottle of Champagne.

Please. You have travelled halfway
round the world.

Another mile or two
won't make any difference now.

Perhaps a sing-song'?

Help raise morale?

Yeah, that's a great idea, Father.

Warm our voices up for later on, eh?

Faith Of Our Fathers.

# Faith of our fathers, living still #

# In spite of dungeon, fire and”. #

You're more than welcome to join in with us,
sir, if you like!

No, thank you, Goodfellow.
- # O haw our hearts beat high with joy #

If you fancy smiting someone
with a thunderbolt, be my guest.

You'd be doing me a favour.

The competition starts promptly
at five o'clock with a performance

by the Three Counties Children's Choir.

You're on third,
after the Throckmorton Veterans' Choir.

Thank you.

You're with the Children's Choir, I take it?
- Yes,

This all looks fine.

Welcome to Worcester, Miss Mallory.

Thank you.

# Faith of our fathers, holy faith #

# We will be true to thee till death #

MAN:
Over here!

Oh, at least we've got one fan.

He looks very enthusiastic.
- MAN: Look out behind you!

FATHER BROWN:
I think he's trying to tell us something.

I think I know what that is.

SHE SCREAMS

GOODFELLOW:
Don't startle it!

SHE GASPS
Sorry. Force of habit.

Everybody start moving very slowly
towards the gate.

Yes...

BULL MOOS

My father taught me an old trick
to deal with situations like this.

MRS MCCARTHY:
What was that?

Make sure you get a head start
on everybody else!

BULL MOOS

MALLORY:
Wait up!

FELICIA:
Oh! Oh, my shoe!

Leave it! For all we know,
it could be made out of his cousin!

What? Oh!
- BULL MOOS

THEY GASP

What's wrong, Mother?

I think I may have sprained my ankle.

Oh...

THUNDER RUMBLES

BUNTY:
Well, I guess that's it, then.

Mrs Curtley can hardly walk
to Lower Swaddling with a sprained ankle.

Not to mention the rain.
- Or my lack of footwear.

I feel terrible about what I did.

And so you should.

I panicked. I'm sorry.

Let me go and find help.
Make it up to you all.

No. No, I think it's best--
- I insist!

INDISTINCT CHATTER
- Nicholas, please, just leave me be!

Don't be like that! Audrey!

Anything I can do to help'?

NICHOLAS SCOFFS
I wish.

Pre-marriage HEFVGS are HOT uncommon,

The course of true love...

I thought true love was about
being honest with each other.

You know, anything you say to me
is between us and God.

I found this picture.

In Audrey's house,
of her when she was younger with this...

other fella.

She'd told me she'd never been with
anyone else.

So I asked her about it.

And what did she say?
- That it was her brother.

Well, she's never mentioned
a brother till now.

When I asked her some questions about him,
she wouldn't say a word.

Now's she's in a mood with me
for not trusting her!

Do you?

Trust her'?

I want to, I...

I love her, I really do.
It's just... what if the flowers...?

I'm being daft, aren't I?

I should go find her.

Chin up, sir.

Could be worse.

Worse'?

We're stuck in a stinking barn
in the middle of nowhere.

I should never have agreed to get on
that bloomin' bus in the first place.

I was only trying to help, sir.

Look, it's not just the rollicking
I'll be getting off the wife.

When it...

You know what this job is like,
when it comes to the kids...

I've missed a lot of... you know...

important moments.

I wanted to be there for this one.

Well, you never know, sir.
We might still make it.

Let's face it, Goodfellow.
It would take a miracle.

WOMAN SCREAMS

Well, don't look at me!

Maybe it would be wise
if we all just went home.

And give in to some bully? Never!

Oh, let's be sensible, Mrs M -
Barbara can't walk, I've got one shoe

and even if we do make it to Lower Swaddling,
we'll never catch the train.

Oh yes,
and somebody's threatened to kill us.

Here you are!

MALLORY:
And where have you been?

In the woods. I was looking for Audrey.

Heard the scream, turned back,
got a bit lost.

Then I saw the writing.

Somebody doesn't want the
Kembleford Choristers to perform tonight.

Perhaps you're not keen on Audrey
singing in front of the Queen?

Think she'll become a big star
and trade you in for a better model?

I would never do that!

And if you're looking for a suspect,
where's Wesley?

That's right.

He was having a good old moan
in rehearsals about Audrey

getting all the best solos.

He seems to think he's the next...
Nat King Cole.

And he's clearly already well-known
to the Inspector.

To be fair, that was a private matter.

He sold the wife a feather duster that
was rather too quick to shed its plumage.

Right. Still, he dropped us all in it
with that bull.

And now he's done a runner again!

DISTANT WHISTLE

"So he made ready his chariot,
and took all his people with him!"

I managed to persuade the farmer
to give us a lift to the train station!

On the back of that? What fun!

That's very kind, sir!
- Kind?

It cost me a pack of Brillo pads
and a tin of boot polish

but still, a small price to make amends.

Do you still think we might be able
to make that train?

Have faith, Mrs McCarthy!

Oh, not to put a dampener on things,
but what about Barbara and Aunt Fliss?

Well, the Inspector and I can help
Mrs Ourtley on the back of the trailer.

And as for the lovely Lady Felicia,
I have a present for her.

Ooh!

Belonged to the farmer's wife.

She loved these boots, he said.

She was even wearing them
when she passed.

Oh, well--
- I think they rather suit you.

So you don't think it was Hambleston,
after all?

How would they find us
all the way out here?

I reckon one of this lot wrote that message.

Why would one of us want to sabotage
our own choir?

And why would anyone wanna do that
to Audrey?

Ahem.

Pray, enlighten us, Padre.

There are a number of possibilities.

Resentment at another's success
after they themselves have failed.

Fear of losing a loved one.

Anger at not being the centre of attention.

Poppycock.
It'll be about money, mark my words.

Big deal, performing in front of the Queen.

Could lead to lucrative career opportunities.

Someone here has been paid off
by a rival choir.

So what do we do?

Keep everyone together and stay alert.

They'll make a mistake. They always do.

Mr Ashton, how delightful to have you back.

I trust your team are in fine voice?

They would give the cherubim and seraphim
a run for their money.

I must say, performing in the West End
has always been a lifelong dream.

You haven't seen the Kembleford lot,
have you? Time is getting on.

Can't say that I have.

Quick! Would you put your foot down'?

I suspect, Mrs M,
we may already be at top speed!

I'd suggest throwing Inspector Mallory
overboard to lighten the load

but I doubt it would make much difference!

TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS

Wait here!

Excuse me.

Was that the Worcester train
that's just departed?

Sorry?
- Has the Worcester train left already?

Oh, why has thou forsaken me?

The train that has just left!

Was that the Worcester train?

And when is the next one?

Oh, I'm really in for it this time,
Goodfellow.

There aren't enough chocolates and flowers
in the world to save me now.

Goodfellow?

Typical...

We've worked so hard.

There's always next year.

Only if we don't get blacklisted!

If it makes you feel any better

at least you're not wearing
a dead woman's shoes.

Perhaps we should just head back
to Kembleford.

What about the competition?

It'll be over before we get there anyway.

My head hurts and...

I just want to go home.

Were those flowers
really from the children?

Of course.

So much for singing for the Queen!

Wesley, now's not really a good--
- I know what you all think of me.

But since the day I arrived in this country,
all I've done is try to get by.

That such a bad ting?

I finally thought I might achieve something.

Win a bit of respect, ya know'?

Who am I kidding?

Now, where has Father Brown disappeared to?

HORN HONKS

Courtesy of the Lower Swaddling Constabulary.
Father Brown's idea.

And they just lent it to you?

Turns out I used to play rugby
with the superintendent.

In that case... Get out. I'm driving!

Come on.

INDISTINCT WHISPERS

So then, we are agreed?

If the Kembleford Choristers
don't arrive by five o'clock...

That gives them...

fifteen minutes.

What's this'?

I hope they're the right size.
Wasn't much choice.

SHE GASPS
Sergeant!

How?
- Lower Swaddling Police Station.

Please tell me they're not taken
from a corpse.

No. Nothing like that.

Unclaimed lost property left over
from the May Day celebrations.

Sergeant, I am going to personally
recommend you for the highest honour

the police force can bestow.

No need for that, your ladyship.
- Oh!

MRS MCCARTHY:
Quick! Everyone, follow me.

Sergeant, do you still have the robes?

Now, you can all start getting changed
while I go and register.

Father, can you look after Mrs Curtley?

See if you can find her a walking stick
or something.

I need to spend a penny.

Yes, alright, go. But be quick!

The Children's Choir!
Where are they performing?

I'm afraid you've just missed them.

The Kembleford Choristers.

What about them?

Well, we're here!

Anything I can do to help'?

No, I don't think so.

Thank you, Father.

Where's Audrey?

Still "powdering her nose".

Nerves do tend to play havoc...
with her digestive system.

We don't all need to hear about it,
Nicholas.

Is it just me or are we all wilfully
ignoring the fact that someone

has threatened to kill us if we sing tonight?

I for one will not be intimidated
by an idle threat.

SHE SCOFFS

You weren't that courageous
when faced with that bull, Mr Summerton.

I suppose it suits you, all of this.

Even more of a disaster than last year.

You'll be angling for your old job
as choir leader back.

What are you implying?

Hey, come on. Let's not fall out.

We've still got to sing together.

No, you don't.

What do you mean, Mrs M?

We've been disqualified.

You!

The rules are perfectly clear.
All choirs must register by five o'clock!

Everyone else managed it.

Surely you can make an exception?

While I may have the honour
of organising the choir competition

it will not have escaped your notice
that we are in an Anglican Cathedral.

I can hardly be seen to show favouritism
to a choir from a Catholic church

from my own patch.

Surely you don't think--
- The perception of fairness is paramount.

And was it fair that our choir
had their star singer attacked?

Or their bus sabotaged?

Sabotaged?

Presumably by one of the competitors.

And it would hardly look good
on the competition

or the organiser of the competition,
if such goings-on were to find their way

into the national press!

DISTANT APPLAUSE

He's going to allow us to sing!

Oh, thank the good Lord!

But we must hurry.
We're on in a few minutes.

What about Audrey?
- Oh, don't worry. I'll find her.

Can I help?

No. Find Inspector Mallory.

There's something he should know.

DISTANT CHOIR SINGS

I can't sing.

Well, that is not true.

You know what I mean.

Yes.

How's your head feeling now?

A little sore.

Well...

it was an awkward window to get through.

After you sabotaged the coach.

How...?

There was dirt on the back of your dress,
when we picked you up off the floor.

Only the floor itself had recently
been cleaned.

Your dress got dirty...

when you were underneath the coach
cutting the fuel line.

But it proved more difficult
to climb back in.

I couldn't be sure, of course.

But then it was you who "found"
the threatening sign on the barn wall.

And you had plenty of time
to write it yourself.

What reason could I possibly have--

Fear.

You were being threatened by someone
who didn't want you to perform.

The envelope. It was in the bunch of flowers.

It contained a card.

What did the card say?

It told you not to come here, didn't it?

I recognised the handwriting
from the choir register.

Father, please. Just leave me be.

Tell the others to perform without me.

So that your big secret won't come out?

That you spent time
at Her Majesty's Prison Sonning?

Because that's where Lawrence Ashton
is chaplain, isn't it?

You!

Didn't you get my flowers?

This is your last chance.

Pull out of the competition or everyone
will know your dirty little secret.

I presume you haven't told Nicholas?

Oh, he mustn't find out. Ever.

He would leave me.

I... I have a life, a future.

It would destroy everything!

Don”: be afraid of Lawrence Ashton.

He is being taken care of.

# All things bright and beautiful #

# AH creatures great and small #

# AH things wise and wonderfui #

it The Lord God made them all #

We are so close to our prize.

There are no excuses for second place.

Ahem. A word...

Sorry, but I'm in the middle of--
- In private, if you'd be so kind.

She's lying.

Tell me about your brother.

When Mum and Dad died,
it was just him and me in the house.

It hit him hard, their deaths.

He started drinking.

Over time, he got worse and worse.

He was always shouting at me,
wanting me to do everything for him.

And then he started using his fists.

You must have been terrified.

One morning, I burnt his breakfast.

He stormed into the kitchen...
threw the plate at me.

Then he picked up a knife...

and I...

I still had the frying pan in my hand, and...

He died?

The police thought I did it
for his share of the inheritance.

Not that there was much to inherit.

I pleaded guilty to manslaughter...

and did ten years.

And you've never told Nicholas?

I was 19 when I went in.

I'd never even been on a date with a boy.

I got out, moved to Kembleford.

Somewhere no-one knew me.

Where you met Nicholas?

He was so kind...

so... gentle.

I couldn't bear him knowing what I had done.

And as the months went on,
it got harder to find the words.

All I wanted was a new start.

My own life,
and now it's being ripped into pieces.

The police will deal with Lawrence Ashton.

As for Nicholas...

You are engaged to be married.

How can you give yourself to him before God

unless you are willing to open your heart?

If you love him, tell him the truth.

If he loves you, he will understand.

But first, you have some singing to do.

I can't do this!

What do you mean?

I don't know what I'm doing!
I haven't rehearsed!

I'm going to make an utter fool of myself!

It's like that nightmare you have
when you're back at school...

Now, you listen to me.

You have been singing these hymns
since you were a little girl.

All you have to do is follow the music
and listen to the others.

Yes...
- You can do this, Aunt Fliss.

Right. You're on.

Well, Audrey's not back yet!

Perhaps you could stand in for her'?

Me?

Oh, no, I can't, I...
- You could mime.

I think you've kept us all waiting
long enough!

What's it to be?

MRS MCCARTHY:
Oh, here she is!

Sorry!

Right. Everyone ready?

It Ave Maria #

# Gratis p/ena #

# Maria, grafia plena if

# Maria, grafia plena if

it Ave, ave dominus #

# Dominus tecum #

# Benedicta 'cu in mulieribus #

# Et benedictus #

it Et benedictus frucfus ventris #

it Ventris tuae, Jesus #

it Ave Maria #

I still can't believe I won.

B... Believe you won.

Yes, we all won.

The look on Canon Fox's face
when he handed you that trophy

was an absolute treat!

GOODFELLOW: Hello, Father!
- DOOR SHUTS

Sergeant Goodfellow,
thought you were on the way home?

Not quite yet, Father.

I just wanted to let you know that
Lawrence Ashton confessed

to threatening Audrey.
- Oh...

He's offered to pay for the damages
to the coach, so, well...

looks like he'll get off
with a slap on the wrist.

Hardly punishment enough,
after what he did.

If it's any consolation

he will almost certainly
lose his job at the prison.

Thank you again, Sergeant, for saving me
from that dead woman's boots.

If there's ever anything I can do
to repay you...

GOODFELLOW: Well, now that you mention it,
there is one thing.

Hate to ask,
I know it's been a long day but...

I could do with a favour.

What on Earth are we doing here,
Goodfellow?

I need to get home before the wife
finishes sharpening the carving knife!

I know how disappointed you were, sir,
that you missed her performance

and I told them how hard you tried
to get there on time.

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r: Abide with me #

it Fast falls the eventide #

# The darkness deepens #

# Lord, with me abide t?

# When other helpers fail and comforts flee #

l' Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me I!