The Devil's Disciple Page #3

If you've been caught

they would hang you too.

You think it would be

any great loss, minister?

I think a man's life is worth saving

whither it belongs to.

Would you come inside?

We'd given you some supper.

No.

You know, another Minister would ask you

to supper and treat you to a sermon.

Bury him quickly, before

the memory of his death

makes you forget

that you are a man of peace.

Your father shall have a Christian burial,

Mr. Dudgeon.

as you intended.

How like a parson. All you so eager

to be the best of his fellow men.

Save your breath, pastor,

you can't convert me!

I was fond of a good psalm

singing in a little church choir,

but I saw that the world cringed

before your Almighty only through fear.

And I made the devil's acquaint.

Yeh, I knew that he was my

natural master, captain and friend.

And I prayed secretly to him,

and he comforted me.

I promised him my soul, and

swore an oath that I would

stand up for him in this world

and stand by him in the next.

That promise and that oath

made a man of me.

Tony.

Tony.

Tony, I saw someone, did you?

Tony, who was he?

Richard Dudgeon.

Here?

In Websterbridge?

What did he want?

Brought back his father's body.

Do you mean that ...

Gallows?

But how?

Go to bed, Judith.

I'll tell you all about in the morning.

But they said it could not be taken.

He didn't ask.

There's no need to reproach yourself.

You did everything you could ...

for Mr. Dudgeon.

- Judith ...

- After all the people break

the law of the country ...

Judith, we don't seem to understand

what that fighting means.

- We don't ...

- No, we don't expect to so.

Let's hope we never will.

You so long have been there.

Did you talk to him?

What did he say?

Nothing, Judith.

Nothing you want to hear.

And I to remember.

And now we commit his body to the ground.

- Amen.

- Aye.

- Amen.

This is the last will and testament

of me, Timothy Dudgeon.

And I hereby revoke all former wills made by me

and declare ...

- Who asked you here?

Good morning, mother. Keeping up

appearances as usual. That's right.

- That's right.

- Leave my house.

- How do you know it's your house until the will is read?

My dear relatives!

Sit down, sit down.

Well, all here for the feast.

Even little cinder girl. Hello Essie.

Uncle William! I haven't seen you

since you gave up drinking.

Uncle Titus, you old horse thief!

The minister! I should have accepted

your invitation to supper the other night.

I understand your wife has a most

ungodly allowance of good looks.

You are in the presence of my wife, sir.

Your servant, madam:

You deserve your reputation,

but I'm sorry to see by your expression

that you're a good woman.

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