"I have no idea," Autor says, furrowing his brow. "It was a neat effect, though."

"Then wuv, true wuv," the clergyman says, as Humperdinck motions to Count Rugen to check out the disturbance, "will fowwow you fowever..."

The men outside begin to scatter as Fezzik lifts his arms. "The Dread Pirate Roberts is here for your soul!"

All that's left is Yellin.

"So tweasure your wuv..." the clergyman says.

"Skip to the end," Humperdinck says, setting his jaw.

"Have you the wing?" the clergyman says, and Humperdinck takes Buttercup's hand to put the ring on her finger.

"Here comes my Westley now," Buttercup says.

Fezzik discards the cloak and lifts the closing portcullis, leaving a wide-eyed Yellin to confront him.

"Your Westley is dead," Humperdinck tells Buttercup. "I killed him myself."

"Then why is there fear behind your eyes?" Buttercup says boldly.

Westley stares at Yellin. "Give us the gate key."

"I have no gate key," Yellin says.

"Fezzik?" Inigo says. "Tear his arms off."

"Oh, you mean this gate key," Yellin says, and Autor laughs.

"Well, that was easier than expected," Autor says. "Sixty men scattered to the winds."

"And do you, Pwincess Bwuttercwup..." the clergyman says.

"Man and wife! Say man and wife!" Humperdinck demands.

"Man and wife," the clergyman says.

"Escort the bride to the honeymoon suite, I'll be there shortly," Humperdinck says, passing a stunned Buttercup off to his elderly father.

"He didn't come," Buttercup says woodenly.

"Poor Buttercup," Autor says, sipping his tea. "Marrying a man she despises."