All language subtitles for Forgive Me s03e03 Most of All Because They Offend You.eng

Voice: Previously on
Forgive Me.

Sebastian: Shh shh shh shh,
just relax ok?

Priest: OK.

Priest: You know I always
wanted to be the Prelate,

but whether I want to be
Prelate who tries to sell off

the pews while the church
gets reduced to rubble is a probably a different question.

Priest: Gene, Gene. What's
going on. Are they taking his things?

Gene: No, they're bringing
things in.

Priest: What things?

Gene: The Bishop's things.

Priest: The Bishop's
coming back?

Gene: Yes, he'll be visiting
for a while.

Priest: Your excellency, may
I ask why you're here?

Bishop: Keep your friends
close as the saying goes.

Priest: Thank you all for
coming to my quinceanera.

I couldn't have done this
without each and every one of you believing in me.

I wish I could stay here
forever.

Soldier 1: [in latin]
Renounce Jesus.

Renounce the Christ!
Renounce him!

Soldier 2: Why do we even
care what he believes?

Soldier 3: He's the
commander's favourite. He won't let the Commander

touch him because of his
religion.

Soldier 1: You're causing
shit for all of us. Why

don't you just give him what
he wants?

Gene: What exactly do you
hope to achieve by being here?

You can't spy on us
from the third floor.

Bishop: Am I not welcome here?

Gene: Oh yes you're welcome
here your excellency.

Just as your staff and a
nurse would be welcome here. To look after you.

Bishop: I don't need a nurse.

Gene: Of course you don't
your excellency.

Lyndon: I don't know if you
misunderstood your prognosis,

but you need to be checked.

On a schedule.

Not just when you feel
sick.

Priest: I understand what
you want.

Lyndon: Are you having your
hallucinations?

Priest: Visitations. Uh,
yeah. Sometimes.

Lyndon: And radiation, surgery.
That makes that worse?

Priest: They'll be angry
that you're here.

Gene: How did that go?

Priest: He's just
worried about me.

Gene: Should he be?

Priest: I've got other
things on my mind other than my brain.

Gene: Those other things
won't matter very much if you're dead.

Priest: I've reached an
equilibrium. Pressure on my brain I can deal with but

his treatment is worse than the
disease.

Gene: You don't trust your
doctor?

Priest: I trust God. A bit
early for lunch, isn't it?

Gene: His excellency is
peckish.

Priest: Does he ever leave
his room?

Gene: I don't think he can
manage the stairs by himself.

Priest: Well, I can help him
down in the morning.

Gene: I think he prefers to
be waited on.

Priest: Your excellency?

Bishop: Hm, uh, set it
there.

Priest: There you go.

Bishop: Sit with me.

Bishop: No chef around here,
is there?

Priest: No. No, uh, Father
John used to do all the cooking.

He enjoyed it so the rest of us
never got much practice.

Bishop: He was very nurturing.

Particularly of you.

Priest: Yes.

Did you want to
say a few words at his funeral?

Bishop: That hardly seems
appropriate.

Where is it happening?

Priest: The church.

Bishop: No, that can't be.

Priest: I'm sorry, what
can't be?

Bishop: We're talking about a
suicide, we can't give him a Catholic funeral.

Priest: Well with all due
respect your excellency,

we've been making exceptions
to that rule since the eighties.

Bishop: Lay people who
suffered mental illness.

Or who were terminally ill. Was
any of that true in this case?

Priest: No.

Bishop: Have you even heard
from any of his family?

Priest: No.

Bishop: No. Now, if you were
to kill yourself

with that brain tumour of yours
that would be an extenuating circumstance.

Priest: Thank you, I'll bear
that in mind.

Bishop: We don't need to
make a martyr out of a suicide priest.

Priest: This was his church
that he took care of for decades.

Bishop: Not very well.
Unfortunately.

Priest: You don't have to be
there.

Bishop: This isn't your
decision to make.

Priest: Are you telling me
that you won't allow the Prelate

of this church have
his own funeral service in it?

Bishop: Due to the
circumstances of his death, no.

Priest: You're cruel.

Bishop: He was a coward on top
of everything else he was.

Priest: What is that
supposed to mean?

Bishop: You know what he was.

Priest: Are you talking
about his sexuality?

Because I know he was celibate.
Like you and me.

Bishop: Then he shouldn't
have cared so much if people found out.

Priest: How would they have
found out?

Bishop: You can go now.

Priest: Were you going to
tell them?

Is that it? Were you going to
what- force the Prelate of this church out

of the closet to create some
kind of distraction from

the time when you covered up a
case of child abuse?

Bishop: Are you repeating
something I told you in confession?

I could have your collar for
that.

Your imagination is running away
with you.

Priest: I apologize your
excellency. Let me leave you to your lunch.

Bishop: Be careful whose
advice you take.

You just never know who has your
back.

Nan: I don't know if you've
seen my mother, but she got a wicked haircut,

and I don't mean wicked in a
good way.

And I lied when I said
I loved it.

I cursed the neighbour's kid,
took the

Lord's name in vain a

dozen times, or twenty
times. I don't know.

I prostituted myself on Tuesday.

Priest: What?

Nan: Yeah, same as the
Tuesday before. Tuesdays have become a thing.

Priest: You prostituted
yourself?

How long has this been going on?

Nan: Hard to pinpoint
exactly. A while now. Years really.

Priest: How does that work?

Nan: You don't know how
prostitution works?

I don't think I should be the
one to tell you.

Priest: You said Tuesdays.
Is Arnie away on Tuesdays or something?

I mean, does he
know about this?

Nan: Oh, he's home, he's the
one I'm prostituting myself to.

Priest: You had me going
there for a sec.

Nan: Well, I didn't mean it
as a prank.

Priest: What do you mean,
you're prostituting yourself to your husband?

Nan: That's what it feels
like. That's what it is.

Priest: Are you saying you
no longer enjoy performing your conjugal duties?

Nan: You sound eerily like
my mother.

Priest: Well, I hear her
confessions too.

Nan: Oh god, what a thought.

Priest: Sorry, and that's
twenty-one times the Lord's name in vain

so let's add that to the list.

Nan: Why isn't it a sin to
have sex with my husband?

I mean, I'm too old to have
another child. I think. But

I mean honestly wouldn't it be
better for him to take up with some

young thing if the whole point
is to go forth and multiply?

Priest: That's not exactly how
the sacrament of marriage works.

Nan: Does it work? I mean
honestly. Life. For life.

Priest: I think every
married couple faces doubts along the way.

Nan: I have no doubts. I'm
over it and I'm staying for the money.

And what does
that make me?

Priest: It doesn't make you a
prostitute or whatever they call it now, a sex worker.

Nan: What's the difference
between me and someone who advertises on the back

pages? Hm? Some of them have
regular customers too.

Priest: You love Arnie.

Nan: I just told you I don't.

Priest: So you're saying
that after all the years together,

how many years
together? Nan: Twenty-seven.

Priest: So after
twenty-seven years of

marriage you feel nothing
for your husband?

Nan: Oh, I didn't say I feel
nothing. I just don't love him.

I feel disgust, resentment,
loathing. Pity, occasionally.

I mean, these
are all low level base

feelings. He doesn't really
evoke powerful emotions in

me anymore. Ah.
Exasperation maybe.

Priest: Have you told him
how you feel?

Nan: That would be
unnecessarily cruel wouldn't it?

Priest: That would solve
your Tuesday problem.

Nan: No. He wouldn't stay
with me if we didn't have sex. That I know.

Priest: Ok. Um, a marriage
is about more than just sex.

Nan: Ah.

Priest: Well, maybe if you
you were to focus on the other aspects of the

marriage they'd come into the
fore. You have a life with Arnie right?

Nan: No.

Priest: Well, what? You have
two kids, you have a house.

Nan: One kid, two houses. He
goes to the lakehouse

occasionally just to get
away from me, I'm sure. To

get away from the hostility
he must sense behind my every statement, gesture.

Priest: Did he do something
to make you feel this way?

Nan: No, I would say it's all
of the things he didn't do.

Didn't make me the
centre of his life.

Can you imagine? I got married
for love, and then found out I was a trophy wife.

He didn't like me as much as he
liked his job.

I thought I'd find a
way in over the years, but no, the opposite. His career

and the time he dedicated it

only grew. The time he spent
with me got to be weekend dinners and sex.

Now, just sex. We literally make
appointments to have sex.

Tuesday is sex. The
house account gets a deposit on Wednesday. See how that works?

Priest: It leaves you
feeling like a prostitute.

Nan: I'd lie there
underneath him as he humps away and

think of the money
and what I'm going to buy

with it. Yes, I feel like a
prostitute.

Priest: That's very vivid.

Nan: Well, you seem to be
having trouble believing me.

Priest: I think you two need
some counseling.

Nan: We've been to
counselling.

We spent a fortune on
counselling. I'd rather keep the money at this point.

Priest: I'm talking about
spiritual counselling.

Nan: From you? Yeah, I'll
take that under advisement.

You're very sweet and easy
to talk to, I'll give you that.

Priest: Why don't you tell
me what you're really here to confess?

Nan: I'm not pulling any
punches here, Father.

Priest: What did you do? To
make yourself hate your husband so much?

Nan: I don't hate him, I
didn't say that.

Priest: Well, it's not
something that he did.

So what did you do to make
yourself feel this anger,

this resentment towards him.
It didn't just happen.

Nan: Maybe I felt locked in a
marriage I want no part of.

Because that's what we
good Catholics do.

Priest: You a good Catholic
prostitute?

Nan: Oh, let those who live
in stained glass houses cast the first stone.

I have my reasons for being

disappointed in my marriage-
they're beside the point.

Priest: Like what? Tell me.

Nan: He ignores me. He's been
ignoring me for 10 years.

And 10 before that. I
raised our daughter by

myself. So much so that when
I got pregnant 10 years ago, I didn't keep it.

Priest: You terminated a
pregnancy.

Nan: I was so lonely raising
Clara. It's hard spending 24 hours a day taking care of a

baby that can't respond to you.

It's basically sociopathically
concerned with its own wants, and it

will scream to get what it

wants from me through trial
and error.

Then I'm left to not participate
with the grown-ups. That I have to

stay with the baby is his
excuse to leave me out of his plans.

Priest: That sounds awful.

Nan: It was awful. I love my
daughter, but it was awful. For four years.

I couldn't
do it again. I mean, Clara

was grown. I have to be on
my own with a baby again.

Priest: I get it. I
understand, Nan. I understand why you did it

but I mean,
it's still a grave sin.

Nan: I know. Believe me. I
confessed it. When you were in middle school probably.

I don't need your forgiveness
for it.

Priest: What about Arnies?

Nan: It'd kill him. That
would end the marriage.

Priest: You don't think
there's a chance that you're- well, your negative

feelings towards him,

particularly the negative
feelings towards sex might

be wrapped up in this whole
thing? How Arnie wasn't

there for you, how his
behaviour led you to commit a grievous sin?

Who else knows?

Nan: The doctor, the clinic
receptionist, the other priest. And God.

Priest: Nan, that's a lot to
carry on your own.

Nan: It was 10 years ago, I
don't think about it.

Priest: Never?

Nan: Of course not never.

Maybe you're right. Maybe I

do resent him for being
blissfully ignorant of it.

Of not having to mourn that
child.

Priest: You know, you could
tell him.

Nan: He hasn't done anything
so horrible as to deserve that.

I know what it feels
like. That hole inside.

I know what it would do to his
heart, to his spirit. Why

would I put him through that?

Priest: So you do love him?

Priest: Bill!

Hey.

Bill: Uh, Gene called me, and
I was expecting a funeral.

Gene: Weren't we all?

Priest: You sure about this?

Gene: Well, I know he didn't
have any family because we talked about that at length.

Neither do I. I don't have

any family left.

When I go, would you bring me
here to join him?

Priest: Gene, when you go, we'll
give you a big old church funeral.

Gene: I wouldn't want one.
Not after this.

Priest: Alright, well I'll
make you all a deal. Whoever goes first,

the others can bring him here.

Gene: Fair enough. You know,
he loved you very much.

I never saw him love
anyone so unreservedly.

He had an astonishing amount of
faith in you.

Priest: I know.

Priest: John, you uh. You
showed me more kindness than anyone I've met.

More so than my family.
You were family.

Father, in the truest sense. A
mentor and a guide.

You tried to steer me
out of every stupid decision

I ever made and I should have
listened to you more often.

I know that you were
a spiritual Father to a lot

of people and a guiding light
on how to be a man. I love you.

Bill: John made every task
twice as fun. He'd notice you.

He'd remember your
favourite dessert, he'd make

it for you when you were
down. There wasn't anything that he wouldn't

do if he
thought that'd it'd make

somebody happy. He was a good
friend. Go! Make heaven happy!

Gene: Father John blessed us
with love, wisdom and exuberance.

You know, I
loved arguing with him. He

was ruled by his good heart
and his exasperation over my logical arguments was one of

my greatest joys. It's hard

to imagine going to work
without my friend. You know, he would tell me jokes and

sing me songs that I hadn't

heard in 50 years.

I don't suppose there's anyone
left alive who knows me as well

as he did. He sacrificed

most worldlu treasures and
experiences in order to live a spiritual life.

With monumental faith.

Which must have fled him at the
very end.

Priest: No, I don't think
that he lost his faith, Gene.

Maybe in the church,
but never in God.

Gene: His final act was a
terrible sin.

Priest: May God forgive him.

Bill: May God forgive us all.

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Priest: They're going to
crucify my daughter to save their asses.

If you stand up
and fight, you can punish

the people who allowed those
kids to be hurt. You can expose them.

Smith: I don't have the
money to fight them.

Priest: You're still going
to win the money.

Gene: You talked to him
again without a lawyer and without the mediator.

Priest: I was appealing to
his sense of faith.

Gene: His faith was never in
question.

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