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The communion of saints...

forgiveness of sins, the

resurrection of the body...

and life everlasting.

Amen.

Let us pray.

Lord, have mercy upon us.

Christ, have mercy upon us.

Lord, have mercy upon us.

Amen.

Our Father.

Our Father, which art

in heaven, hallowed...

Dear God, there's something

I want to ask you.

Of course you know what it is...

because you know everything that's

going to happen before it happens...

so there's really

no need to ask you.

But I thought I'd ask

you in any case.

Now, you know that I believe in you.

But I was wondering if you could

give me just a little sign.

I mean, I'm not saying that if

you don't give me the sign...

that I won't believe in you... I'm not

threatening you or anything like that.

But please, please give

me enough courage...

to speak to Margaret Spencer

and get to know her.

O God, make clean our

hearts within us.

And take not thy

holy spirit from us.

Miss Spencer...

I wonder if I could

have a word with you.

There's something

I've got to tell you...

something I've got to

bring out into the open.

I've been bottling it up

inside me too long...

and there's no point

in hiding it anymore.

For six years now, ever since

you came to Wimpy's...

I've been in love with you.

I only live to hear your voice.

One cheeseburger, one shanty,

one portion french fries.

Each time you speak...

it's like a thousand violins

playing in the halls of heaven.

I-I love you, Miss Spencer.

I love everything about you...

the way you walk, your sweet

smile, your easy grace and charm.

Wimpy Burgers twice, one M.R.,

one well, heavy on the onions.

I wish I could take you

away from all this.

I'd like us to start a

new life together...

a little house of our own, a car,

the two of us against the world...

joined forevermore in holy wedlock.

Miss Spencer!

What?

Nothing.

Good evening.

I couldn't help noticing that you were

making an unsuccessful suicide bid.

What are you doing in my room?

What do you want?

I'm here to help you, Mr. Moon.

- I don't want any help. Please go away.

- Oh, all right.

I just thought you might be interested

in a little matter of a million pounds.

A million pounds?

Don't let me interfere with

your doing away with yourself.

What's this about a million pounds?

- May I come in?

- Yes, please do.

Thank you. I wonder if you'd

mind taking my cloak.

Hang it somewhere dry, would you.

- Might I sit down?

- Oh. Do.

Thank you.

- It's a very nasty little place you've got here.

- Oh. Thank you.

What's this about a million pounds?

Oh, a million pounds, yes.

You remember your

great-great-great-grandfather?

Well, I never even met my father.

- How very sad.

- Excuse me.

In all events, your great-great-great-

grandfather, Ephraim Moon...

sailed for Australia in

1782 on a ship of the line.

Set himself up as an apothecary.

The business flourished...

and by the time he died it was worth

something in the region of 2,000.

A large amount in those days.

Yes.

Your great-great-grandfather,

Cedric Moon...

by skillful management

and careful husbandry...

increased that sum a hundredfold.

This, in turn, was inherited by your

great-grandfather, Desmond Moon...

who expanded, diversified...

and built up a personal fortune

of well over a million pounds.

Oh. That's a lot of money.

A great deal of money, Mr. Moon.

And this gigantic sum...

was inherited by your

grandfather, Hubert Moon...

who returned to London and frittered it

away on wine, women and loose living.

Uh, where does that leave me then?

Penniless and on the

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