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The Confession(2011)

♪ Silent night,

♪ holy night.

♪ All is calm,

♪ all is bright.

♪ Round yon Virgin,

♪ Mother and Child.

♪ Holy infant so

♪ tender and mild.

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace,

♪ Sleep in heavenly peace.

♪ Silent night,

♪ holy night.

♪ Shepherds quake,

♪ at the sight ...

Is someone there?

Bless me Father, for I have sinned exceedingly in thought, word and deed.

I confess to almighty God and to you Father.

It's been 35 years since my last confession.

That's a very long time.

Would you like to tell me your sins?

I have said things, done things,

horrible things.

And, you feel guilty for them?

- No. - Well, I see.

What kind of things are you talking about?

Last night I killed a man.

Come on, over here, Jimmy, let me see you.

I, I know what Mr. Iglesias is thinking,

that's why I ran. But, ...

it, ... it's all a mistake. - No, mistake.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be here.

Where's the money?

Where's the money!!

I'm not supposed to know. - No.

You didn't even know what I was going to say.

I know exactly what you were going to say.

The answer's no.

There's no way out of this one.

Can I have one moment? I would like to make my peace with God.

I forgive you.

You have to go to the police.

That's not really an option, Father.

You can't expect to be forgiven,

if you're not truly willing to repent for your sins.

I'm not here for forgiveness,

I'm here because I want to understand.

Understand what?

That I killed killed last night,

knowing he was going to die.

He asked for a moment to pray, I let him.

Then I watched a peace come over him.

A kind of peace, I've never seen before.

His peace, came from his faith.

How can you have faith in something that can't be proven?

That is what faith is.

No, Father, that's what hope is.

We're so frightened that this is all there is we have created,

the illusion of an eternal soul.

You ... killed a man.

I've killed many men.

It's who I am, it's what I do.

Fact, I'm supposed to kill someone, tonight.

No, I don't want to hear any more of this.

Please, Father, do you really think the world is going to miss

another useless human being?

We were told about confessions like this in the seminary

and I've heard about them from other priests,

but I have never experienced one, myself.

I won't do this. - Sit down.

I said sit down, now!

When I walked in, there were two women

praying in the front of the church.

You step outside of this confessional,

I will walk out there and I will kill them both.

You wouldn't! - I wouldn't?

You know me in less than three minutes

and you already profess to know what I would or wouldn't do.

Have you not listened to a single thing that I have said?

I believe a demonstration is in order.

What have you done, for God's sake?

No, Father, this ...

is for your sake.

I would very much like to hear what you have to say.

Would you? - Yes.

Yes, ... I would.

You sure you're not just saying that, Father,

because of the situation.

No ... no.

I really do want to hear.

Hello, Father.

Hello.

Would you please, come back to the confessional

so that we can continue our conversation.

Lesson learned?

Lesson learned.

Good.

How can I help you?

I would like you to explain to me,

if God's will is all powerful,

why does he allow men to do the things they do?

Because he gave us freewill.

Sort of convenient, don't you think?

Kind of gets him off the hook for everything.

Each and every one of us is free to choose

our own path in life.

Are we? Or, is our path laid out for

us by the cruelty of others?

And, the suffering we endure, while God looks the other way.

It's easy to blame God for our actions.

It relieves us of our personal responsibility.

Every moment that we live,

we have been offered choices.

What we do with those choices,

is our decision and our decision, alone.

So, let me see if I've got this right.

God gives us freewill, so we can do as we choose.

Yet, He expects us to live by His laws.

If we fail him, all we have to do is repent

before we die and all is forgiven. Is that correct?

Contrition must be a sincere act

made by someone who his heart is open to God.

You can't just say you're sorry for the murders you've committed

and expect to be forgiven.

You have to mean it from your heart

and from your soul.

You have to remember, that in God's eyes,

you have committed the must grievous of sins.

Oh, please, Father,

God has a much bigger hit list than me.

More people have died in the name of God than for any other reason on Earth.

You come in here, tell me that you killed people

and that you're going to kill again.

And, you expect me to down and

have a philosophical conversation with you.

I told you, Father, I want you to explain to me why

men can't control the darkness in their hearts.

They can, ...

if they choose to.

This thing that you're going to do tonight, don't.

Choose not to.

It's not that simple.

Then, ... why are you here?

There must be a reason.

Do you expect me to stop you?

I expect you to try.

How does someone become like you?

Do you really want to know?

Well, I'm willing to listen, if you'll do the same.

Hmm.

Fair enough.

... go on ...

I'm sure you're going to expect me to tell you

that I came from a broken home.

I had a crappy childhood, however, I was in and out

trouble with the police from a very early age.

If you want to tell me about it ...

I don't.

There must have been a moment.

There must have been a decisive moment

when you realized that ...

you ... were different.

I was working with a crew, nothing heavy,

just boosting trucks mainly.

Some strong-arm stuff, debt collecting.

Smack a guy around a little, if he was late with a payment,

that sort of thing.

What changed?

The man I worked for asked me to take care of something.

And by, "something", he meant ...

He meant what you think he meant.

So, you really think he's working with the Feds?

I don't know.

I mean, well, why, what if he is? If he really is?

Like, what then?

Why do you keep asking questions, you know the answers to?

I'm just thinking this thing through, ya know.

Because, ... you know, like they really is.

Need to get nasty.

I thought you said you done this before.

I have done this before.

A lot of times.

Ain't nothing to me, man, I'm just saying, you know.

I'm just thinking.

What the fuck you looking at me for?

There they are.

Let's go.

What's this?

You know who the fuck I am?

Yeah.

You're just a few breaths away

from the end of this life.

You'd better to think this trough.

I'm not some fuckin' soldier you pull off the street.

You want to explain me why you wear a wire?

I don't have to tell you shit!

You're a fucking rat, man! A fucking rat! You know what happens to rats?!

Answer the question.

Fuck you!

If something happens to me,

they will be retribution.

My people will hunt you down and... - Your people send us!

How much the feds know about Jimmy Maclazzi?

Maclazzi sent you?

He can't do better than a stupid mic'

and a strong out junky! - Hey! Hey! Hey! Watch your fucking mouth!

Watch it!

Looking at him.

Hey! I said shut the fuck up!

Oh, that crap in your veins make you feel brave, duff cat?!

I will shoot you in the fucking face, peace of shit!

You want answers, you understand that?

You don't do a fucking thing,

until I get those answers. You understand me?

Do you understand me? - All right.

Okay. - All right.

Come on.

You should tell your friend that maybe he'd better...

I tought you will be smart enough just say to my question.

But clearly you are too fucking stupid.

Fuck you!

Fuck me? Fuck you!

Why are you wearing a wire?

Why are you wearing a fucking wire?

They busted me.

Movin' a serious amount of coke.

Who?

Who?

The FBI!

It was either that or do so many years.

I can't Do tweny years.

I ask for a glass if you have questions.

Business stuff.

That's when he got suspicious.

But... I was playing'em.

I make sure... I didn't incriminate anyone.

Hey, you know what?

With you gone, those things don't mean that shit!

Without you, you could be talk anybody.

I promise you.

They got nothing.

Come on... Fellas...

Maybe we income to an understanding.

This time it's the truth.

He's all yours.

Pull that triger,

and you're a dead man.

Shut the fuck up!

You don't take out a made-man to live.

Fuck you!

Shut up!

Fuck you!

You're a fucking loser!

Do it! Go ahead!

Go ahead!

What the fuck man?!

I know what i'm fucking doing!

Yeah, like all the others.

Fuck, you suppose to mean what?

Nothing.

The man has been sayin' what he thinks he's sayin'.

I'm not the kind of guy you want to fuck with.

Can we go now?

Why you would kill your partner?

He was a junky.

I realise so far he was going to do this for living an hour. It wasn't any good at it.

I couldn't leave any witnesses.

And you felt nothing after killing two people?

That's the all point. I felt nothing at all.

I didn't feel good, I didn't feel bad.

I'm not a serial killer, Father.

I don't do this because I enjoy it.

It's a job I do. It needs to be done.

Taking life is not a decision of a man.

Oh, so God is the only one allows to make that call.

Yeah.

Well, he's free to stop me anytime he wants.

Oh, perhaps it's why you're here.

I don't think all that has anything to do with why I'm here, Father.

What does it have to do with?

I told you.

I want to understand Evil.

And by understanding that, you'll understand yourself.

Yes, there's far worse evils in the world than me, Father.

Like what?

I don't think you'll understand.

Well, then help me to understand.

In order to do that, I think you'll have to watch me do what i'm going to do tonight.

No, I'll be not part of that.

Will see.

What on earth makes you think that I would watch you kill someone?

I can make you watch.

What you would subject me to that?

Have you ever seen anyone die, Father?

Yes, of course!

I've been administred last rights several times and...

send to the family members to give them confort.

Have you ever thought that some of those people deserve to die more than others?

No!

You've never thought someone deserve to die?

No!

Lie to me again Father and I'll walk out of this confessional

and I'll kill everyone on your church

and it would be nothing that you could say to stop me this time!

What is the point...

in forcing me...

to agree with you view?

I'm forcing you to be honest!

I want you to the deep down in your heart, Father.

And be honest with yourself.

Have you ever thought someone deserve to die?

Father, I'm asking you one last time...

Have you ever thought someone deserve to die?

Say it!

Yes.

God forgive me.

That happen to people with a full deserve to God.

Then you have met people you wish they'll die because you saw their bad part.

This ain't right?

Yes.

That's not Evil, Father.

That's being human.

What is your point?

My point is there is darkness in all of us.

But a thought is not a deed.

I am not the cause of that acts.

I could also say that a thought is a wish.

And a wish is a prayer.

You called the pond guard to take an afterlife.

No!

No?

Are you sayin' a guard doesn't hear all our thoughts,

our wishes or our prayers? - Oh yes, he does.

So what's the difference between me pulling the triger to take a life

and you asking God to do it for you?

A thought is not always a prayor.

And a prayor is not always answered.

But I really don't understand

the purpose of this conversation. - The purpose of this conversation is

you and I are both agree

that certain people deserve to die.

I have never say that.

No. You just thought it.

What is that important to you?

Because I want you to understand me.

And in order to do that,

we need to start from a point of mutual agreement.

What makes you imagine that I could ever understand someone like you?

Yes I am a man and as such I have made certain judgements in my life.

And I have acts thoughts under against God's teaching

But I have never,

intentionally,

caused armed to a man.

What is just simply not true.

How would you know?

You'd have to be the saint.

And you will see.

Do you honestly expect me to believe,

that in course of your entire life, you have never hurt another humaing being?

We're not here to talk about me.

We're here to talk about whatever I want to talk about.

Tell me,

why this person you're gonna kill tonight must die?

Because he deserves to die.

You'll be payed for it?

I'm getting a kind of reward.

But you could choose not to do it.

Yes, I suppose so.

So Why?

If you known this man, Father, like I do...

the pain, the suffering he caused...

You think... I give you my blessing?!

No.

I'm sure you think I should let him be judged by God in the Afterlife.

Of course.

What if there is not Afterlife?

What if everything that you believe in is wrong?

Then this man guess where we're everything without ever been punished.

It is not for you to decide

who lives or dies.

Oh Father...

That's why you're so valuable.

You like this, don't you?

What?

The power.

I told you, Father. This is not...

You told me what you want to me to believe

I don't care what you believe.

Of course you do!

What else would you be here?

The threats, the control, make a sense to your stories...

They're not stories.

Oh, I have no doubt,

that you've done all the things you said about.

But, well, I don't know if you enjoyed.

I tell you what I see when I look behind that gun and that tough exterior.

I see a little boy,

found his daddy's gun and brought it to class one day.

Someone who realized,

that making people afraid was a form of attention.

That gun makes you feel powerfull, doesn't it?

Force this people to see you.

Tell me,

Were you the only child?

Were you ignored and neglected?

Did you grow up always wanting to belong,

but never quite fitting in anywhere?

Are you masturbing through the first time you pull that triger?

How in that moment, you stroke back

at all the unkind deeds who were perpetuated against you?

But is no longer enough, isn't it?

You need to share it!

You need someone to see your power.

You don't want me to try to stop you doing what you're going to do tonight.

You can't stop.

You won't stop.

Because you think if you do,

then you'll be nothing again.

You think you know me.

Am I wrong?

We all want powerfull.

Am I wrong?

Even you!

I doubt.

Now you're telling me what you want me to believe.

I'm telling you the truth.

You're not the only one who see things, Father.

I see things too.

Like the emptyness in your eyes when you speaked of God.

What happen to your faith?

Or did you ever even have it?

This is the life you plan.

A secondary priest in a third rate parish.

Oh, I'm sure the people of your congregation

see you as a man of strenghts.

But I see the weakness of a man, trying to justify a life devoted

to a cause he no longer believes in.

But I know why you stay.

The colar.

That colar gives you power.

Whitout it,

You're just another man without a voice.

A lonely man who thinks it breath

mints and cologne will mask the scent of cheap scotch and cigarettes.

So why you don't tell me, Father.

In your own words.

Why you stay?

What's sins did you comitted to drove you to the puppet

and forced you to nail before house you no longer believe it?

Yes, I do have doubts,

And pride is the sin that I possess.

And you're right!

Everyone needs to be

seen and heard.

But I tried go about it true love.

Where is all you can offer is hatred.

It's not hatred.

You murder innoncent people!

None of the people I killed where innoncent, Father.

Murder is murder

Sometimes, murder is justice.

Tell me,

have you ever known a charitable thing in your life?

Tell me when your compassion ever outweighed your need to harm?

Compassion wasn't really part of my childhood, Father.

So it's not your fault.

Is that what you're trying to say?

No, I'm saying there's certain things out of our control.

Sometimes we do things we thought we never could.

Timmy...

If you are not in bed...

Survine your desk... now.

Now!

What do you want?

I think you already know.

No.

No, I don't

Daddy?

Timmy...

I want you to go to your room.

Timmy, go to your room.

Go to your room Timmy, now!

What you're gonna do?

That's depends on you.

You love your son, don't you?

Of course I do.

You'd do anything for him?

Yes.

Would you die for him?

Yes.

Even though, if I kill you?

I can't have any witnesses.

Please.

My wife and family have nothing to do with this.

Prove to me that you love them.

What?

Show me that you would die for them.

You know that, doing this.

How do I know you'll keep your word?

You don't.

You have to trust me.

But I can promise you that the alternative is an absolute certainty.

You were gone before I got here.

I want you to go upstairs and pack

and take you and your family as far away as you can.

You'll never come back here again.

You understand me?

DO, you understand me?

Yes.

You let him live.

I told you,

sometimes we do things we never thought we could.

Why did you put him through all that?

Why not just let him live?

Because I needed to know he was willing to die to protect his family.

Why is that important to you?

I don't know.

Of course, you do.

You broke your own rule.

You allowed a witness to live who could have identified you.

There has to be a good reason for that?

You were all set to kill him.

It was the boy, wasn't it.

You didn't want to take his father away from him.

Did you loose you father?

My father was a son of a bitch.

He hurt you? - Yes.

He left you?

Yes.

And, you didn't want that boy to suffer the same sense of lose that you did.

I already told you.

I have to feel they deserve to die in order to kill.

My employer want him dead for personal reasons

as far as I'm concerned that could mean anything.

It doesn't take a lot for some the people I work for to want someone dead.

They painted him out to be a monster.

When I met him, he was just a normal man.

A normal man ...

who is willing to die to protect his family.

Didn't seem fair to take that away from him for nothing.

So, ... you are capable of compassion.

If you're trying to reach me, don't bother.

I let him live because I thought he deserved to.

It could have just as easily gone the other way.

But, it didn't.

You chose to let him go.

And, you will be faced with the same choice, tonight.

Different man.

Different circumstances.

If you're not open to the possibility of change,

then I really don't see the purpose of our talking.

Do you really think a few words in here are going to change me?

It's taken me a lifetime to become what I am.

The very fact that you're here, proves that you don't like what you've become.

Wasn't it you who said if I stopped I be nothing.

I said ...

you think, if you stop, you'll be nothing.

That's a considerable difference.

It takes a great deal more strength to be good than evil.

Why?

Because evil is in our nature.

Ah, ... now we finally agree on something.

We call ouselves humans,

but the truth is we're animals that speak.

The only reason we're good

is because we fear the consequences of being bad.

Remove the consequences and this world spirals

into chaos.

I said, ... evil is in our nature.

It's called, original sin.

Good is also in our nature,

but we have to strive for it.

Now, what you are preparing to do tonight

is unquestionably a choice.

Not for me it is.

Why did you tell me that story?

It just came to mind.

No, I don't think so.

I'm sure there are many other stories that you could have told me.

That would have shocked me.

But, you chose to tell me about a time in your life

when you showed kindness.

I suspect, you don't want to do this anymore.

I think you're looking for a reason to stop.

You think you got me figured out?

You don't know the slightest thing about me.

Things I've done.

Do you remember a man named, Sheldon Hoffman?

Yes, of course.

Stole billions of dollars from his investors.

Do you think a man like that deserves to live?

If I remember correctly, he tried to put things right.

Is that what you think?

After ruining all those peoples lives,

he just suddenly turned around and had a bout of conscience?

I'm not privy to what was in his heart.

Right.

How the hell did you get in here?

What the fuck is going on?

Mr. Hoffman, I don't want any trouble, ... please.

I represent a man who has invested money with you.

A lot of people invested money with me.

He invested a great deal.

So?

He wants it back.

Ha, ha, ha, ... sure.

I'll just write you a check, shall I?

I wish you would take this seriously.

My employer takes this very seriously.

Fuck You.

You don't think I know who sent you?

Well, you run back to your employer

and tell him that hell will freeze over

before he sees a dime.

This isn't how you want to handle this?

Oh, it's exactly how I want to handle this.

Then, you're making a mistake.

Who the hell do you think you are?

Do you have any idea, who the fuck I am?

Yes, I do.

I also know exactly what's going to happen

if you don't do what I ask.

I'm giving you a chance.

A chance that I promise,

if you do not take, right now,

you will regret.

You really think you're going to walk in here

and threaten me?

Mr. Hoffman, ...

threat is an ugly word.

I prefer to think of this as me

giving you an opportunity.

An opportunity, unfortunately,

I can already see, you're

too fucking stupid to take.

Well, I'm going to give you an opportunity.

An opportunity to walk out of here

before I have your legs broken.

I think it's only fair that I warn you,

my employer knows about your offshore accounts.

He's already making moves to freeze your assets.

Bull...shit!

Check for yourself.

Get the hell out!

And, tell that piece of shit you work for,

the next time he sends someone around here,

I'll throw him through the fucking window.

Well, ... thank you, gentlemen ...

for your time ...

and I will relay the message.

Yeah, ... you do that.

Get outside and find out what the fuck is going on!!

Yes, sir.

Don't you fucking move!

Put these on.

Please ... we can work this out.

Shut up.

Your client list.

What?

I want your client list, bring it up.

Do it, now.

Sarah Harrison, $150,000.

What!

Sarah Harrison, $150,000.

You're giving the money back.

You remember that moment I told you about, earlier?

The opportunity, you could look back on

and wish you could take it. This is it.

Sarah Harrison, $150,000.

Wire it back to her.

Barry Anderson, $2 Million.

Look, I'm sure we can work something out.

Let me ... pay your boss's money back and

give you something on the side. Please.

Barry Anderson!! $2 Million!!

This money is all I have to bargain

with the government. Please!

James Atkins ...

Come on!

James Atkins, ... $173,000.

Steven Galway, $128,000.

Stephen Geller, $73,000.

Please, ... you're taking all of my money.

It was never your money ...

right.

Michelle Sinclair, $523,000.

Jacob Kaplan, $6.9 Million.

Alexander Newman, James Cheevy, Scott Stephen, Edward Thompson...

Robert Trumbell, $12.2 Million.

1.8 Million, 7.5 Million, 987,000 8 Million...

You know, it's hard to stay unemotional

during experiences like this.

I have to tell you, ...

I really don't like you.

Why don't we go to your offshore accounts?

Caymen Island Bank account,

charter three,

number: 1-0-6.

Simon Whitaker, 4.6 Million.

Lon Yeager, 10 Million.

Paul Zaphian, $76,000.

Ray Zeitgun, $18,000

That's about all the money.

Send, what's left.

You're not going to kill me?

I just did.

(Gunshot)

That's two people you let live.

So.

Each time, you made a choice.

Oh, it wasn't a choice.

You knew he'd kill himself?

Yes.

How?

The look on his face.

I've seen that before.

You know what I think?

I think you came here because you don't want to

kill again, tonight.

Oh, no Father, ... I do.

I really, really do.

Have you taken a look at the world around you, lately?

It's a cesspool.

Dirty little people living their dirty little lives.

Drug dealer, rapists, child molesters.

We've become so accustomed to it that we accept it

as a normal part of life as long as it doesn't touch us.

Only in a world this screwed up

can we think that people like that deserve to live.

People that have built a life on the pain and suffering of others.

They're aware of the consequences of their actions,

but they just don't care.

Do they ever show compassion?

No.

It's still wrong.

How can ridding the world of people who harm others, be wrong, Father?

You know, forget it. You don't understand a single

thing I'm trying to tell you. - I don't need to understand it

to know that it is wrong!

What you do is wrong.

You think this is the life I want?

Do you think if I could feel like a normal human being, I wouldn't want that?

Life doesn't give a shit about what we want.

For some of us, the chance at a normal life was

ripped away from us when we were very, very young.

My God, what happened to you?

You wouldn't understand.

You don't know that.

Father, you wouldn't understand

what it is like to suffer, to truly suffer.

And, to cause suffering

and not care.

You don't know that, either.

Really?

What's the worst thing you've ever done, Father?

Steal a little money from the collection plate?

Sneak sips of sacrificial wine between services?

Did you have impure thoughts about members of your congregation?

I have sinned.

What's your darkest sin, Father?

That is between me and God.

Prove to me you understand my pain and I won't kill tonight.

And, I'm not talking about petty little sins, Father.

I want you to prove to me that you understand

what it is like to truly harm another human being.

To do something horrible and not care.

There is something, isn't there?

Is that why you became a priest?

I became a priest to share God's love.

What about, before you were a priest?

I wasn't always who I am.

There was a time in my life when I was filled with rage.

But, I changed.

What changed you?

I can't ...

You mean, you won't.

All right, I won't.

Not even if you hold a man's life in your hands?

No, no, ... not if it's in YOUR hands.

Not any more, Father.

What you decide right now,

determines whether or not he will live or die.

Why are you doing this to me?

Because I want you to understand, we're all hypocrites.

You preach compassion. Where is it now?

You have the opportunity to save a man's life,

but you won't.

Because your pride is greater than your love.

No, wait.

Go on.

I was married, once.

I drank too much.

I did horrible things to my wife and child.

What kind of things?

What kind of things!!

I beat them.

Oh, God forgive me.

I was filled with anger.

I was so, so, so, so, full of anger.

But, I convinced myself that they deserved it.

With ... every drink I took, they deserved it more.

I ... was ... empty inside

and the only way that I felt better

was ... by making others suffer more.

I thought of no one but myself.

And, when my wife died,

I left my son.

I just walked out of the house one day

and I never went back.

So, ... don't tell me

that I don't understand you.

I was you.

I may not have killed,

but ... I have harmed.

I know what it is to be a monster.

I know what it is to shatter lives.

I know what it is to terrorize an eight year old boy,

who has never done me any harm.

As I, ...

as I like myself now.

I wonder how I could have ever been that man.

The man, ... who slapped his son in the face

when he was drunkenly napping.

The man who ...

locked him a closet

because ... he said he was

afraid of the dark.

The man who ...

the man who ...

What did you do?

Tell me.

No.

TELL ME!!

He ran into the kitchen one night, when I was cooking,

bumped into the table and my bottle was smashed on the floor.

Oh, God, forgive me.

I held ...

his hand over the flame.

I burned him.

Scarred him.

He was hurting, no doubt.

Yes, I know ...

father.

My God, I'm so sorry,

I'm so sorry.

You're sorry!

I know, there are no words that I can say.

You're right. There is nothing you can say.

I was a different man then.

You were supposed to love us,

protect us.

Now, you have after all this time, no excuse.

I have made ...

terrible mistakes.

Mistakes!

You tortured me.

You killed my mother.

No, that's not true.

She commited suicide.

You really believe that?

Your mother was an ill women.

Made so because of your abuse!

No, she jumped.

She jumped from the balcony.

Have you told yourself your version of the story so many times

that you actually believe it?

I know what happened.

I was there when she did it.

So was I.

It's because you're lazy

and you don't care anymore.

Don't hurt me, don't hurt me.

Don't hurt me.

Don't hurt me.

Come here.

Stay away from me, please.

Come here.

Stay away from me!

Get back in the fucking house!

Leave me alone!

You don't tell me what to do.

What are you gonna do?

Are you gonna jump?

Help me.

Well, go on, do it.

Do us all a favor, jump, jump, jump!

Jump! Do it!

And, maybe, for once in your miserable life,

you'll actually follow through with something

and do it right.

Please.

I can't take any more.

(mockingly) Oh, ...

I can't take anymore.

(chuckles) I'm telling you, you better do this,

because if I get my hands on you, you'll wish you had.

I'm so sorry.

You're pathetic.

I knew you'd never have the nerve to do ...

She jumped.

She jumped.

I didn't kill her.

Of course you did!

You might not have pushed her, but you might as well have.

What choice did you leave her?

Endless beatings from you.

Or, death.

That was my first lesson on how cheaply we value life.

And, after you abandoned me,

I spent three days in that apartment

until the building manager found me.

I spent the next ten years, in and out of foster homes.

I didn't think anything could be worse than you.

I was wrong.

Shall I tell you about the abuses?

How many old men laid their hands on me

and shared me with their friends?

Please, ... don't.

I've hated you for a lifetime.

Imagine my surprise when you passed by me on the street.

At first thought, I wasn't sure it was you.

I think it was the collar that threw me.

So, I came back ...

and I waited,

and I waited,

and I waited.

Then, finally, you came out.

You walked right by me.

The second I looked into your eyes, ...

I knew it was you.

This person ...

that you're going to kill tonight, ...

is me, ... isn't it?

Are you going to kill me?

What do you think?

You told me that if I told you my darkest secret,

you wouldn't kill again, tonight.

That's right.

Are you going to keep your word?

Yes.

But, I didn't say anything about tomorrow.

Can you feel the fear, Father?

The knowing that something evil is out there, lurking, waiting.

Not knowing when it's going to strike.

Only that it will.

That was my life with you.

Now, it's your life with me.

What I did to you ...

no words can put right, I know that.

But, I have lived with it every day of my life.

Are you telling me that you suffered?

You don't know the meaning of the word.

Why do you think I became a priest?

I don't care.

You think you're guilt and your shame, can make this right?

God's love has freed me from my pain.

How nice for you, Father.

His love could do the same for you.

No.

My pain ends here, tonight, ...

with you.

I have rebuilt my life.

I'm not the man I used to be.

I've changed

and so could you.

We've passed that point in the conversation.

Why, ...

go through all this?

You sit there all this time and tell me your life story, ...

why not just kill me.

Because, I needed you to know.

Know what?

Who I am.

What I am.

Speaking of which, ...

would you like to take a moment, Father,

to make peace with God?

You said you wouldn't kill me.

I'm sorry, are you afraid to die?

Yes.

Why?

Everyone wants to live.

My mother didn't.

Oh, please, don't.

She preferred to kill herself rather than spend another moment with you.

What do you want me to say?

Do you think God will be waiting for you on the other side?

Yes.

Do you think he will forgive you for your sins.

Yes.

Good. Because, I never will.

(gunshot)

I came here today,

because I wanted to know if you truly had changed.

I believe you have.

I believe that your faith has allowed you to show love ...

and compassion.

But, I didn't kill you tonight

because a moment of fear and a painless death

doesn't even come close to making up for the lifetime of suffering

that you've caused.

No, ... Father,

killing you would be far too easy.

So, I want you to have a long and healthy life.

And, I want you to know that I'm still out there

and I will continue to kill.

And, every time I do,

I'm going to send you a newspaper clipping,

so you'll know that it's me.

And, you will have to live with my actions

and the knowledge that you made me what I am.

And, you can carry the guilt,

of knowing that in part, that you were responsible

for the deaths of those people.

And, here's my favorite part,

I've the sanctity of the confessional.

You will have to keep my secret forever.

Goodbye, Father.

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