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Good evening, Polly.

Is Mr. Wilson in?

Upstairs. His leg's
playing up again.

Tell him to come and
see me when he's up to it.

Yes, Mr. Barford.

Got business with 'im, 'ave yer?

Trying to steal the coins
out of another man's pocket?

Settle down now, Pat.

- Sorry.
- Don't fret.

I'll be on my way.

Yeah, that's right! Go spend
your dirty money somewhere else!

Ought to be taught a lesson!

What use is running your
mouth off like that, eh?

You got a point there, lass.

Words mean nothing!

Get up! Get up! Quick!

It's my father. They're
saying that he's killed a man.

Killed a man...?

Right, sir.

Workman who found the
body reckons it's Roger Barford.

Owns the Barford
textile factory.

A blow to the head.

Could have
slipped and fell in...

Hit his head on
something under the water.

His clothes are dry.

It looks like a receipt.

I'm guessing someone
had a debt to settle.

Yes.

I still don't understand why
you have to write it down twice.

So that the accounts balance.

Well, that seems
rather a waste of time.

And anyway, I thought
it was unladylike

to know how much is
in one's bank account?

Give me strength!

Well, I'll go and
put the kettle on.

Good idea. I've just
found someone outside

who looks like he could
do with a cup of tea.

Oh, Sidney!

Sid!

Aren't you going
to introduce us, Sid?

- Oh!
- Mrs. M., Bunty.

This is Maeve Lochlin.

Lovely to meet you.

And it's very lovely to
meet you too, Miss Lochlin.

Yes. Lovely.

I thought you were still in
Rhodesia with Aunt Fliss?

Yeah, Long story. And
it's going to have to wait.

Father. We need your help.

The lad who used to
work for us got sick.

Sid offered his labor in return
for transport up the canal.

I was on my way here.

Only Maeve invited me to the
fair at King's Norton one night and...

One thing led to another...

I just mean that we hit it off.

And there's something about
those canals. The way of life.

- It's hard but...
- You found peace?

For now, at least.

And the police think
your father is responsible?

Yeah. He was heard threatening
Mr. Barford in The Miller's Thumb.

- It's a pub on the canal.
- I know.

It was just talk!

Not that the police will care.

We're boat people.

Times like this,
evidence tends to turn up

whether you're guilty or not.

Where is your father now?

No one's seen
him since last night.

He didn't come back to the boat.

Does he have any
friends around here?

Anywhere he might go?

There's this one old fella
he drinks with, sometimes.

Do you know his name?

Sorry. He's a funny one.

Wears a big old coat
with all his war medals on.

Looks like he's not seen a
hot bath in many a month.

I think I know who you mean.

Come On.

- Who is it?
- Father Brown.

Thought you were the
constabulary for a moment.

Is Mr. Lochlin in?

I'm here to help.

S'pose you better come in.

You can come out!

I was so worried!

I'm sorry.

Pat, this is Father Brown.

It's the man I was
telling you about.

He's going to sort this out.

Miracle worker, is he?

He found you, didn't he?

Mr. Lochlin,
pleased to meet you,

although I wish it were
under better circumstances.

- I killed nobody, Father.
- I am relieved to hear it.

Although there was
an altercation, I heard.

He owed me money,
refused to pay up.

I wasn't born
yesterday! Pay you?

I should call the police!

Roger?

Is there a problem?

Everything's fine, darling.

I'll be there in one moment.

I want what's due!

Then you will be
sorely disappointed!

Where did you go after the pub?

I went back to Mr. Barford's.

Only to tell him to pay, mind!

Open up!

I want my money!

This isn't over...

There was no answer so I left
and that's when I met up with Harry.

We shared a bottle or two.

Together all night!

It weren't till I headed
back t'boat at daybreak

that I saw what happened.

So I turned round and
came straight back here.

I knew they'd blame me, you see.

If you go to the police...

..they'd let me swing so they
could say they've solved the case!

Hey! This is Father Brown!

Right. He'll find the real
killer in no time, trust me.

Hmm.

Stay here for now, Mr. Lochlin.

I'll do what I can.

Father Brown.

It's been too long.

I heard your news. I
am so sorry for your loss.

You must think terribly of us.

Roger always worked such
long hours, you see, and...

It is easy for life to get
in the way of our prayers.

I keep thinking I'll look
over and he'll be sat there,

reading his newspaper.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

All I want right now is
that man behind bars.

The boatman.

Forgive me, Father, but I hope
he rots in hell for what he did.

You believe he is responsible
for your husband's death?

I know it.

I heard them arguing.

The man was frightening.

Anybody else who might have
wished your husband harm?

My Roger was a
decent, kind soul.

Well, respected.

There is a factory full of women
who owe him their livelihood!

I understand.

- However...
- After that brute came to our house,

Roger told me he had
business to attend to.

He left.

He never came back.

That man is guilty, Father.

Believe me.

She can think what she likes.

My father didn't do it.

You don't believe me?

Course I do.

Police.

- Put it with the rest.
- Oi!

Give that back! We
need that for the locks.

Don't worry, this boat isn't
going anywhere for a while.

Who gave you permission
to come onboard?

This is our home!

We've got a warrant.

Maeve Lochlin, I take it?

So it's true what they
say about bad pennies.

Thought you were in Africa?

Got sick of the mosquitoes.

May I ask what you're
looking for, Inspector?

Whatever was used to clobber
Mr. Barford around the head.

Now, where's your father?

- No idea.
- Hiding, is he?

Guilty conscience?

If he is hiding, it's cos he
knows you lot will fit him up!

We've found a
receipt on the body.

Callaway's jewelry
shop in Birmingham.

- Mean anything to you?
- No.

You sure?

Inspector! I've found something.

It's a priest.

A priest?

It's a fisherman's bludgeon.

They use it to dispatch their
catch after they've reeled it in.

Well, isn't that the
story of my life?

I arrive at the abode
of a suspected murderer

and what do I find
but a bloody priest?!

He uses it for
fishing, that's all!

So it does belong
to your father?

I'll ask you one more
time. Where is he?

Fine. We'll find him ourselves.

What can I get for
you, gentlemen?

We're looking for
Pat Lochlin, Miss.

Not been in since last night.

I take it you've heard the news?

Some of your
customers say Mr. Lochlin

was threatening Roger Barford?

Pat didn't mean nothing by it.

Friendly man. Most of the time.

Friendly, eh?

Any particular friends
who could confirm this?

You know, like a
character witness.

I dunno.

I've seen him having a drink
with Blind 'Arry a few times.

'Arry would vouch for
him. You know 'Arry?

Oh, yes.

Harold Slow and I go way back.

We need to talk to anyone
who was there last night.

Somebody must
have seen the killer.

Round up the men.

I want Harold Slow's pigsty
turned upside-down within the hour.

They'll find him! What do we do?

Wish me luck.

Mind if I borrow this?

Don't worry. He's
a very good cyclist.

Police are coming.

You gotta get out of here.

Hide. Both of you.
I'll deal with 'em.

Told yer, Inspector!

I thought the landlord was
throwing those bottles out,

else why'd 'ee stack 'em
up by the bins like that?

Where's Pat Lochlin?

- Not seen 'im.
- Start looking.

You heard him, men!

Hope you've a warrant before
you be crossing my threshold.

Don't need one.

I have permission from
Mr. Travis, the owner of this barn.

Said if you make any fuss,
he's happy for us to evict you.

Hungry, were you?

Always make one extra.

An offering to fallen comrades.

Tear the place apart!

Right you are, sir.

Whoa, Where're you going?

They're going to find
me sooner or later.

If they catch you 'ere,
you'll get it in the neck too.

And who'll look
after my Maeve, eh?

Just... get your priest
friend to sort this.

Inspector.

Mr. Lochlin!

Thank you.

And can I say how lovely it is
to see Sid settling down at last

with a nice young lady.

Don't know if I'd
say "settled down."

- I've only known him a few weeks.
- Oh...

Sorry, Can I use your...?

Yes, yes. Through there.

What?

"How lovely it is to see
Sid settling down at last."

Aren't you pleased that
he's found someone?

Oh, Of course.

Who WOULDN'T want to see Sid
with a murderer for a father-in-law?

- Shh.
- I couldn't be happier for him!

Where's Maeve?

She's gone to powder her nose.

It's her dad.

Police have got him.

And he's been
arrested for murder.

Witnesses saw you
threatening the victim.

Your fingerprints are
on the shards of glass

found outside
Mr. Barford's house.

The murder weapon was
found on your narrowboat.

Not guilty.

We found this in
the victim's mouth.

A receipt from a
jeweler's in Birmingham.

Owner says a man
fitting your description

picked up an order on behalf
of Mr. Barford a week ago.

Yes, I did.

And I gave it to
Mr. Barford as agreed.

Only he didn't pay me
the fee he promised.

Ah, so that made you
angry. So you killed him.

No! I smashed that glass, yes.

But I never harmed him.

And as for that receipt, I gave it
to Mr. Barford with the package.

What was in the package?

Said it was a necklace.

- And where is this necklace now?
- I told you!

I gave it to Mr. Barford!

So, if you didn't kill him,

how did your priest get
covered in the victim's blood?

Tell you what. I'm in no rush.
You sleep on it. Goodfellow!

Yes, sir?

Take him to his cell.

Hey, hey.

It's all right. I'm here.

- OK.
- Sorry.

Hey, Don't be daft. It's
just a bad dream, that's all.

Something got
caught in the prop.

I reached down
to clear it out...

but then his face
floated to the surface.

Whose? Mr. Barford's?

Dad's.

He had a noose round his neck.

You don't think...

What?

Maybe he was defending himself.

What're you saying?

Well, him and this Mr. Barford,

they argued and maybe
Mr. Barford attacked him.

You think he did it?

Well, not murder but...

He gave you a job.

- He gave us his blessing.
- I know!

My father is no killer!

As soon as we have
concluded our investigations...

Do I need to remind you how much
my husband did for this community?

Without that factory...

Rest assured, Mrs.
Barford, justice will be served.

I should hope so, Inspector.

Rhodesia's a beautiful country.

And the people
there are amazing.

It's just our lot
I couldn't stand.

In what way?

I don't know.

I always got bigger tips
than the local chauffeurs...

..and it weren't cos
I was a better driver.

And the way some of those
toffs spoke to their servants!

I thought it was bad here.

You and Maeve.

Is it serious?

I think so, yeah.

I am pleased for you.

Good to see you, Sid.

Right then Mr. Slow.

Don't go too far.

We might need to
talk to you again.

Your breakfast.

From Mrs. McCarthy.

In that case, I'll
savor every morsel.

Don't s'pose you've got
summat to wash it down with?

What happened in there?

Inspector accused me
of providin' a false alibi!

Did you?

An untrue word's never passed
my lips, Father. You know that!

Pat didn't do it.

How do you know?

Be 'appy to tell
you, Father. Only...

I got this dry, tickly throat.

I'll see you back at
the Presbytery, Sid.

Turned up at the
barn in the early hours.

Asked me to say we were
drinkin' together all night.

And you agreed?

He'd do same for me.

If the police prove you lied,
you will be imprisoned for perjury.

A friend in need, Father.

And I knew right away
Pat 'adn't killed nobody.

How can you be certain?

His eyes.

Not so different, you and
me. Wha' we been through.

The Great War...

Both watched the life fade
from another man's face.

Smelt his last breath.

That moment. It's why
you found God, I reckon.

And why I found drink.

I am aware of the injustice.

For all its horrors, the war
helped me to find peace.

Robbed you of yours.

One way or 'nother,
changes you, tha' moment.

That guilt.

Changes your very bones.

Casts a shadow across your soul.

And that is why you should
let God's light into your life.

On that, we differ, Father.

I'm sayin', you might hide it
from some people, that shadow,

but not the rest of us.

Not them what
knows how it feels.

So, you looked into Pat's eyes.

No shadow.

Not sure if I have said
this before, Harold.

But you are a good man.

How can you say that, Father?

Things I've done.

What these hands have done.

They were only young lads.

So were we, Harold.

So were we.

Find out who killed Mr. Barford
and get Pat out of there, Father.

He don't deserve this.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Thought we might have a talk.

Not really on speaking terms
with The Man Upstairs, I'm afraid.

Not since He took my Winifred.

She was my warm summer
breeze Father, and He took her.

I know Blind 'Arry lied for you.

I also know it won't be long
before the police cotton on.

Arry won't tell.

No.

And if he tells lies
for you under oath,

he could be
charged with perjury.

What am I supposed
to do, Father? Eh?

I didn't kill Mr. Barford.

I swear on my Maeve's life.

Tell me about this delivery.

The truth.

I bring Mr. Barford's coal

for the factory.

Only the last time he
asked me to do him a favor,

said to pick up this
package from Birmingham

and he'd give me an extra
quid but he refused to pay.

Why?

Cause he's as tight
as a duck's bilge pump!

It was a gold chain.

Expensive.

24-carat.

I took it to another jeweler's
and swapped it for a cheaper one,

pocketed the
difference. I know! I know!

But business is slow, the
boat needs repairs and...

Mr. Barford took one look
at it and knew what I'd done.

I denied it, of course.

Convinced myself that he should've
paid me anyway, idiot that I am.

That's why you got so drunk?

You were angry with
yourself, not with him.

After you left Mr. Barford's,
where did you go?

To be honest,

the rest of the night's
a bit hazy, Father.

I remember I took
a kip somewhere.

- Outside?
- No.

Inside.

It was warm.

There was a woman's voice.

We haven't finished Inspector...

Yes, you have.

We've got the results
back from the priest.

They confirm the blood
type matches Mr. Barford.

We have motive,
means and opportunity.

And you, Mr. Lochlin,
have a date with the gallows.

Maybe we could break him out?

Not sure if a narrowboat is
the perfect getaway vehicle.

We could retrace his steps,

perhaps that would
prove his innocence.

Mrs. M., Bunty, will
you look after Maeve

if Father Brown and I
head back to the canal?

Of course. No trouble at all.

Absolutely. We'll keep
a very close eye on her.

Not to hurry you, Father.

It is late in the day.
You've had a few drinks...

I think I can imagine
what that feels like.

You are tired but you're
too ashamed to go home.

Where do you go?

Another boat?

Sergeant Goodfellow said theirs
were the only boats on this stretch.

- Back to the pub?
- You'd be seen.

Only if he went in the bar.

There's plenty of nooks and crannies
in an old pub like The Miller's Thumb.

Good point. I will investigate.

You go to Barford's mill
and talk to the women there.

What for?

Gossip spreads like
wildfire in a factory.

They might know someone else
who had a motive to kill Mr. Barford.

Not being funny or anything, but
why ain't I the one going to the pub?

Sid. I never thought
I would hear you

object to being sent to
talk with a throng of women.

Yeah, well.

I'm spoken for now.

I will drink to that.

Meet you at Barford
House at midday.

You scared the life out of me!

What're you doing down here?

Trying to save a man from
the gallows. Father Brown.

Polly Beavington. I
work behind the bar.

Looks like someone
spent the night here.

Look, you can't just
come down here...

So it wasn't you who gave
Mr. Lochlin this blanket?

Only I couldn't help noticing
a slight hint of scent on it.

Why didn't you tell anyone?

Mr. Wilson, the landlord,

he'd give me the sack if he
knew I let someone kip down here.

An' for all I know Pat could've snuck
off during the night and come back.

Doesn't prove anything.

Why did you let him stay?

He was in a state. Upset.

Going on about how his missus
would've been ashamed of him.

I thought he
should sleep it off.

Please don't tell anyone.

I've already lost my job
at the factory. I need this.

You worked at the factory?

I know what you're thinking but this
had nothing to do with Mr. Barford.

Foreman reckoned
I'd stolen some cloth.

He had no proof but he
dismissed me anyway.

Did you complain to Mr. Barford?

He was the one who put in a
good word for me with Mr. Wilson.

So I had no reason
to wish him any harm.

Now, do you mind?

Are you all right? Do
you need any help?

I'm fine.

You should go.

I've got work to do.

All right, ladies.

Mind if I have a word?

Ten o'clock tomorrow.

I shall see you then.

Forgive me, Father.
So much to sort out.

The funeral, the factory...

No need to apologize.

The factory is why I am here.

Did your husband ever
mention Polly Beavington?

Who?

An ex-employee. She now
works at The Miller's Thumb.

I can't say I know her.

She was dismissed.

Must have been a good reason.

Roger always talked about
the workers as our family.

He used to say "Why have one
child when you can have a hundred?"

Apparently, your husband
helped find her a new job.

Now you say it,

I recall Roger mentioning one
young lady who was giving him trouble.

- Perhaps it was her?
- Trouble?

He was a handsome man, Father.

It wasn't unknown.

- Yes?
- A foolish infatuation on her part.

I imagine Roger
thought it preferable

for her to find
employment elsewhere.

For her own sake.

Ah!

Any joy?

A factory owner allows an
employee to be dismissed

and then helps her find
employment elsewhere.

Let me guess. Polly Beavington?

Rumor is Polly and Mr. Barford
were seen, "whispering in corners."

What if they were having an
affair? Tongues start wagging.

Miss Beavington, there is
something I'd like to discuss with you.

Mr. Barford, worried his
wife's going to find out,

he decides to get shot of her.

Yes, Mr. Barford.

He finds her the job
in the pub out of guilt.

But hell hath no fury.

It's possible.

Polly could have
killed Mr. Barford

and framed Pat
by using his priest.

Yeah, but why Pat?

Opportunism.

She knew he had no alibi

because he was
asleep in the pub cellar.

And he threatened
Mr. Barford in public.

We should tell the police.

We have no evidence.

There is something about
her I don't trust, that's all.

Why can't you just give
her the benefit of the doubt,

for Sid's sake?

Maeve?

She's gone.

What do you mean,
she's gone? Gone where?

Well, I don't know!

But I promised to
keep an eye on her

so that's exactly
what I'm going to do!

Afternoon, 'Arry.

Is it afternoon already?

Bloomin' heck, 'Arry.
You all right, love?

Ah, tiptop! Top notch. Just
my bad knee playing up.

Yeah, that'll be it.

Would you like me
to sing you a song?

And it's true, sir...

And it's... er... and it's
true And, and it's true

And it's true, sir

I never was given to lie

If you'd have been to Derby

You'd have seen
him, the same as I

- And it's true, sir - Here.

I never was given to lie.

Ah, yes. I thought so.

Honestly, love! There's no need!

It's no bother.

That's it. I'm
calling the police!

If you do that,
you can tell them

that you're pregnant
with Roger Barford's child.

You what?

We've seen the
letter from your doctor.

What's so funny?

You think I was
sleeping with Mr. Barford?

Weren't you?

He was my father.

My deepest condolences.

I've only known a few weeks.

Was looking through my
mum's things after she passed

and I found her diary.

Turns out she worked at the
Barford factory before I was born.

I get it!

So you were angry with Mr. Barford
for abandoning your mother?

He never knew I existed!

My Mam was already married.

He was still a bachelor.

She called what happened with
Mr. Barford her "month of madness."

I only told him I was his
daughter cos I was desperate.

I'd got myself in trouble,
see? Guess it runs in the family.

Did Mr. Barford
give you a necklace?

He tried.

To say sorry he weren't
going to be part of my life.

Didn't want to upset his missus.

Georgia and I were never
able to have children and...

For you and I to...

I cannot be a father to you.

I'm sorry. It would
break her heart.

You're very sweet.

But I don't want it.

I know it isn't the finest
quality. There was a...

..misunderstanding,

but if you don't wish to
wear it, you could sell it.

Buy what you need for the child.

It's not that.

It feels wrong, that's all.

I had a dad.

He might not've been my
blood but he was a good man.

Anyway, you got me that job.

It'll tide me over til the
baby's father next shows up.

I'll tell him and...

..hopefully, he'll
do the right thing.

Very well.

But if there is ever
anything you need...

If you gave him back the
necklace, where is it now?

Your guess is as good as mine.

We turned around
and she was gone.

Gone? Gone where?

I don't know.

Penelope went after her but I
haven't seen either of them since...

- Sid!
- Where've you been?

I couldn't sit around
doing nothing.

I found a solicitor to
take on father's case.

- How're we going to pay for that?
- It's all sorted.

I don't understand.

She sold this.

- Maeve?
- I found it.

Tell the truth.

Did your father give it
to you or did you steal it

from the corpse of
Mr. Barford yourself?

Bunty!

What have you done?

- Maeve, I didn't...
- Sid. I will talk to her.

What? She had the necklace!

Maeve is either
covering for her father

or she murdered
Mr. Barford herself.

It was on the towpath.

Why didn't you hand it in?

It was near our boat.

I knew if the police
found out about it,

they'd use it as more
evidence against my dad.

Can't believe the man I
love thinks I'm a murderer!

You are angry at Sid

because he didn't trust you,

yet you kept the
necklace a secret.

Cause I knew he'd
get the wrong idea!

If you love someone,
trust works both ways.

How do I know if he loves me?

Maybe he just
feels sorry for me.

Maybe he's
frightened to be alone.

Maybe he's never
been in love before.

And yet he sees one necklace

and he jumps to the same
conclusion as that posh cow.

He's just as bad
as everyone else.

Thinks because we live
on water, we must be scum.

Maybe I should've
handed the necklace in.

But I was scared.

And it's easier to do the right
thing when you don't spend your life

scraping together every
penny just to buy bread!

Sorry, Father, I'd
rather be alone.

What about Sid?

He's probably already on
the telephone to the police.

There really is no need to
keep checking on me, Father.

I had a question, that is all.

- Go on.
- Why did you not telephone the police?

When?

You said Mr. Lochlin had
argued with your husband,

then shortly afterwards your husband
left the house and never returned.

Yes, but...

Mr. Lochlin returned later,

shouting and
demanding to be let in.

You were alone and vulnerable.

I thought if I ignored
him, he would go away.

You told me he was frightening.

You must have heard the
sound of glass smashing.

Did you not think he was
trying to gain entry via a window?

That perhaps you were in danger?

The thought never
occurred to me.

Perhaps because
you weren't here.

You weren't here, were you?

Of course I was!

I was at home all night.

I wonder.

If your husband was murdered
in an argument over money,

why did his attacker
throw away the gold chain?

No, this was a crime of passion.

A crime of jealousy.

That girl you mentioned.

It must have been her!

You must have heard the rumors

circulating about your
husband and Miss Beavington?

Then, when you found
the receipt for the necklace,

that was the final straw.

- I have to go out.
- At this hour?

Business to attend to.

I won't be long.

So you followed him.

And saw him with
Miss Beavington,

- which confirmed your suspicions.
- No!

And then, on the way home,
you passed the narrowboat,

saw the priest,

and a chance for revenge...

Then you framed Mr. Lochlin...

I have been punished enough.

God will decide that.

No! He deserved it!

He was an adulterer!

I was his wife! And, what?

Just because I couldn't
give him children,

he started carrying on with a girl
young enough to be his daughter!

It's disgusting!

She IS his daughter!

Don't be ridiculous!

Your husband had
a brief relationship

with Miss Beavington's
mother before you were married.

That is impossible.

He was unaware of his
daughter's existence until recently.

He wasn't having
an affair with her.

He was simply
trying to help her.

He did not tell you because
he did not want to hurt you.

You're lying!

He had the child

that you two so
desperately desired.

But he loved you too much
to put you through that.

So he sent her away.

But...

..I thought...

He loved you,

and God still loves you,

despite what you have done.

What do I do?

Repent,

seek forgiveness,

and tell the truth,

or you will have more
blood on your hands.

You going somewhere?

Heading back up north, see
if I can pick up another load.

By yourself?

I need the money.

What I made selling that
necklace won't last long.

What if I told you you
don't need a solicitor?

- I'm not letting my father rot in...
- He's out. He's free.

Thank the Lord!

Well, thank Father
Brown, to be precise.

I never doubted you.

I was just...

confused.

And I've been wracking my brains
thinking how to show you how I feel.

Well...

- Sid!
- No, just listen.

I've always had itchy feet.

Never settled for long,
anywhere, with, well... anyone.

Always looking for the escape.

That's probably why I get myself
into so much trouble. But with you...

We can travel anywhere
we want, in this,

and, as long as
you're by my side,

it'll always feel like home.

So, Maeve Lochlin...

- Will you...?
- No.

- No. Thank you...
- Not yet, anyway.

But you are a wonderful
man, Sidney Carter.

But we are only just
getting to know each other.

And what's the rush?

Can't we just see where
the water takes us?

You forgive me, then?

Can we really not persuade
you to stay a few more days?

The boat's been
idle long enough.

We need to get cargo
on her and get moving.

Drop in next time
you're passing.

You have my word, Father.

And if you ever need free
passage along the waterways,

you only need to ask.

Always a pleasure, 'Arry.

You take care now, Pat.

Maeve, I'm sorry.

I was an utter fool.

I should know that Sid
wouldn't give his heart

to someone that
doesn't deserve it.

You were looking
out for a friend.

I respect that.

Oh, and you. You two...

If you go and get married
somewhere without inviting Mrs. M.,

she'll hunt you to
the ends of the Earth.

Point taken.

Here, don't get
into any mischief!

Where's the fun in that?

Father.

Go. Be happy. You deserve it.

And there's always a
home here if you need it...

..for both of you.

Thanks, Father...

..for everything.

Young love, eh?

Don't you even think
about it, Harold Slow!