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Previously on Forgive Me

Nan: I prostituted myself on Tuesday.

Priest: What?

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

Priest: You prostituted yourself? And how long has this been going on?

Nan: Hmm. Hard to pinpoint exactly. Awhile now. Years, really.

Priest: How does that work?

Nan: If 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?

I mean, does he know about this?

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

Priest: Well, 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.

Priest: Jesus Christ. John! John! Jes.. Gene! Gene, help me!

Sebastian: I hear one of the Priests killed himself. I was afraid maybe it was you.

Priest: It was my boss.

Sebastian: Shh.

Priest: You should find a new Priest.

Johnny: You think I came forward with this horror

from my childhood so I could leave the church?

John Dominic: They are going to turn the parish against you. Their lying.

The pretending to be something you're not.

Priest: That's not true.

John Dominic: It doesn't have to be true.

Gene: The Bishop's office called. You're the new Prelate.

Priest: I always wanted to be the Prelate. Whether or

not I want to be the Prelate who tries to sell off the

pews while the church gets reduced to rubble is probably

a different question.

Priest: We can either stick around here and come out of the closet or we've got to

leave the area.

Noelle: You want me to come out of the closet?

Priest: Yeah, as my daughter.

Psychiatrist: When these saints visit you? What do they do?

Priest: Shoot me full of arrows.

Priest: Hello?

I'm not afraid of you. I'm not going to chase you. If you

want me, come down and get me.

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 is coming back?

Gene: Yes, he'll be visiting for awhile.

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

Bishop: Keep your friends close as the saying goes.

Priest: I spoke to Johnny O'Leary.

Gene: Without the mediator?

Priest: Do we really need to think of him as our enemy, Gene?

Johnny: Why do you think they told you in confession?

Hmm? So you would know and not tell. They sucked you

in. You're part of it. You're part of the cover-up.

Priest: How low would the settlement have to be for the church to survive?

Bishop: Why?

Priest: You put me in charge of the parish, sir.

I just want to know what I'm up against.

Bishop: Who do you think you're up against? The parish? Me?

Priest: Frankly, whichever one of you is trying to tear down my church.

Bishop: That remains to be seen.

Gene: What did you think would happen when you let this cat out of the bag?

When you gave him a 40-year

old letter saying the Priest knew about his abuse, huh? This is what happens.

Priest: [gasps]

Christopher: What's the matter? Trouble breathing?

Priest: Christopher?

[screams]

Priest: Morning.

Gene: Didn't sleep well?

Priest: No, not particularly.

Gene: You were up and down all night.

Priest: Was I? Well, I guess being in charge of an entire

parish is a lot of responsibility.

Gene: Yeah, I didn't sleep well either.

Priest: Grammy?

Priest: I'm, uh, I'm fine. How' s Florida?

Priest: Nothing. Nothing's wrong, I just miss you sometimes is all.

I realized my entire life

you've never been more than a few blocks away.

Priest: She's good. Yeah, she's really good. She's doing really great in school

too so that was the right

choice. You sitting by the beach right now?

Priest: [laughs] Uh, listen gram. I wanted to,

I wanted to talk to you about

something. It doesn't

change anything but, uh

Priest: I said I wanted to tell you something but it doesn't change anything.

It's You know how a

Priest is celibate, right? So I'm not talking about sex.

Priest: No. No, I'm not.

Priest: I'm not talking about sex.

Priest: No one! No one's talking about sex.

Nan: In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Forgive me, Father,

for I have sinned. It's

been three weeks since my last confession.

Priest: What do you have?

Nan: I lashed out at my husband.

I told him I aborted his child.

I mean, I didn't break it to him

gently. I wielded that information like a sword

through his heart during an argument.

Priest: Not exactly the way anybody would want to hear it.

Although I suppose there's not really a great

way to hear that.

Nan: I just couldn't get it out of my head, you know?

Since I was in here last. You put it in my head to

tell him. That my secret was my source of anger and disgust with him.

And I finally thought in the

middle of some trivial argument, literally, a vicious argument

about sports trivia, it can't

get worse than this. Then I made it worse.

Priest: So you confess that you deliberately hurt Arnie?

Nan: Yes. And then he told my mother. And I had some

choice words for her too. Things I wish I could take back.

Priest: What did you say to her?

Nan: I called her a hypocrite who's always cared more about appearances

than about her own children.

That I would rather kill my child than subject it to the

kind of upbringing she gave me.

Priest: Ouch.

Nan: Truth hurts. But I wish to God I hadn't said it.

Priest: So you're not exactly honouring your father and mother, huh?

Nan: Well I didn't say shit to my father.

Priest: [laughs] You curse in front of your Priest.

Nan: You can take it.

Priest: Don't try it with Father Genesius.

Nan: Ah, I never liked him. Is that a sin? He's such a know-it-all. If he doesn't

know-it- all, he changes the

subject to something he does.

Priest: I don't think that your faith obliges you to personally like your Priest,

but again, it's something I'd have to look up.

Nan: Hmm, see? You're not a know-it-all.

Priest: I don't feel like I know nothing, to tell you the truth. Did I give you

bad advice? To tell Arnie the truth.

Nan: Well, Arnie's filed for divorce and my mother says she's cut me out of

her will.

Meh.

Priest: I should talk to him.

Nan: Don't think you've done enough.

Priest: Well, I mean, In my defense, I didn't know you were going to shout out

I had an abortion in the middle of a sports debate.

Nan: Neither did I. I don't blame you. I mean, in a way you were right.

When you suggested I tell

him, you were talking about my feelings. And I feel better.

Priest: This isn't better.

Nan: I don't have to have sex with him anymore. I don't feel like a

prostitute banging him for his money anymore.

He's divorcing me and I don't feel resentful.

I feel grateful to him.

I made everyone else in my life feel worse, but I feel better.

Priest: You shouldn't be relishing in your divorce.

Nan: It's his sin, not mine. I didn't ask for a divorce.

Priest: Right, but you're not off the hook for the divorce just because the

other party asked for it.

Nan: I'll come back and see you after I sign the divorce papers.

Priest: Nan, I'm sorry. I can't forgive you for the

sin if you're not genuinely sorry.

Nan: I've spent fifteen years focused on the negative, on the worst parts

of my life. My marriage,

motherhood, daughterhood, this frustrating town and this backward church.

Priest: Easy, easy. Don't get carried away with the honesty now.

Nan: I know, I can't help it. After letting that secret out,

I can't keep anything in. Holding in bad

thoughts just rots your spirit.

Priest: Can I ask you something?

Nan: Shoot, Father.

Priest: What was worse, the fear of letting the secret

out or the damage it did to the people you cared about?

Nan: Well, the carnage is all a bit fresh so I'm not sure how bad it'll be.

And I didn't work up the

courage to tell, it just came out. It just would not be a secret anymore. It refused.

Priest: And you lost everything you were afraid of losing.

Nan: I did. I am. I thought I needed the house, the car, the comforts.

Now I'm not sure I know what I really need. About to find out. Hmm.

Priest: I think that you should fight to save your marriage.

Nan: Ah, for God?

Priest: No, not for God. For you, for your soul.

Nan: Oh, no, no, no. I'm done. Nope.

Priest: You're rushing things, Nan. I mean, this is fresh.

Think about it, it's been what, It's been a week,

maybe two. Give your feelings a chance to settle down.

Nan: Tell it to Arnie. But then you can't because he stopped coming

to church years ago. Along with most of this congregation, I might add.

Priest: Yeah, well your math's not far off. It's down by about half since

you've started coming here. I've seen the numbers.

Nan: I counted the heads. Not that your sermons aren't engrossing.

Priest: Well, thank you. But they're not my sermons. But I don't know,

I guess I will be giving them soon.

Nan: Is that a promotion?

Priest: In this case, yeah.

Priest: What would hold your attention?

Nan: I think people come here to be part of a community.

And Father Gene, Father John, they, uh, they

talk about the bible but they never really offer any new

insight that we haven't already heard.

I find it really hard to reconcile my religion with my day to day life.

Sometimes I think religion is ruining my life.

Priest: How so?

Nan: I stayed married to Arnie for how many years because of

my sacramental vows. Being miserable.

Why would God want me to be miserable over a vow I made

when I was practically a girl? I gave him a good home,

a child who's grown with a good home,

I've honoured, I've obeyed. I've fulfilled the vow.

But I'm not going to obey him anymore.

This til death us do part crap, I'm not going to kill myself

over a vow.

Priest: No, no, don't---

Nan: I'm sorry. I--, I didn't mean that. I never considered it. I just---

I'm saying, I'm asking,

should I be unhappy for God's sake?

Priest: I don't---, I don't know. I don't know, but that does seem to

be one of the frequent choices we have to make.

Nan: Well, I mean, come on. Why would God want me unhappily married?

Priest: He doesn't.

Nan: Then it's a contradiction.

Priest: No. We're talking about long-term happiness, alright. Happiness, big picture.

Nan: You're out of your depth.

Priest: Well, I'm not speaking from first-hand experience,

but that is the teaching.

Nan: I've gotten very good at asking God's forgiveness.

Priest: Well, you're not the only one.

Priest: Have you tried asking for Arnie's?

Gene: I asked what you're doing.

Priest: What are you doing?

Gene: Good God, man. What have you done to yourself? Stay there. Hold on.

Priest: Shit.

Gene: I got up to use the latrine and I heard the

strangest sounds coming from in here.

Priest: What sort of sounds?

Gene: Apparently the sounds of a somnambulant Priest eating his own finger.

Priest: [gasps]

Gene: Looks okay.

Priest: Yeah, I guess.

Gene: Put some pressure on it. I guess I should be grateful for my irritable

bowel or I'd wake up and find you'd eaten your hand.

Priest: It's bad dreams.

Gene: What did you dream you were eating?

Priest: My finger.

Gene: Why did your doctor come here?

Priest: I missed an appointment.

Gene: Oh, come on.

Priest: He wanted me to see a psychiatrist.

Gene: Ah. And did you?

Priest: Yeah, I went for an evaluation.

Gene: And?

Priest: They want me to get treatment.

Gene: Well, medication might help you sleep.

Priest: They're not worried about me sleeping.

They're worried about my brain tumor.

Gene: It's back?

Priest: Yeah, it never really went away. They got out what they could, they zapped

the rest but it's in a delicate location. It's always going to be there.

Gene: What do they want you to do?

Priest: They want to be more proactive. I want to wait and see.

Gene: Wait and see what, the pearly gates?

Priest: I'm not a guinea pig, Gene.

Gene: Although they've been known to chew their feet off.

Priest: If I manage to actually chew through my finger,

I'll let them radiate me.

Gene: You got through it before.

Priest: I know. I still have the tumor, so what's the point?

Gene: Alright. Just don't make me call the exorcist.

Priest: In the name of the Father, the Son, the Holy Spirit. Forgive Me, Father,

for I have sinned. It's been about a week since my last confession.

Priest: You can't confess to yourself.

Priest: That's stupid, of course you can.

Priest: I don't think it will be official, but you go ahead.

Priest: I play with myself.

Priest: Yeah, I know.

Priest: Well, you should appreciate it.

Priest: Oh, I do.

Priest: I have impure thoughts about the very people who sit in this booth.

Priest: Well, not right now, I hope. It's not going to happen. Not in here.

Priest: I spend my entire waking life thinking about sex.

Priest: It's a bit hyperbolic but I'll let you have it. What else you got?

Priest: I'm a sodomite.

Priest: That's not technically true.

Priest: Mental sodomite.

Priest: Who isn't?

Priest: I'm interfering with God's will.

Priest: How?

Priest: By refusing medical treatments in an attempt to speed along my own death.

Priest: No, I am putting my faith in God's will.

Priest: No, I'm playing God, just like when I unplugged my brother.

Priest: He was suffering.

Priest: I'm suffering.

Priest: Well, if I could end your suffering, I would. Glady.

Priest: Maybe you should.

Priest: I'd rather not burn in hell for all eternity.

Priest: Well, isn't that a form of suicide, putting your faith in God's will?

Priest: No.

Priest: Sure it is, if you've got a brain tumor. It's just a little slower.

Priest: Maybe.

Next time on Forgive Me

Priest: I asked you not to come here.

Johnny: Well, it's my church.

Priest: Stop. I'm not taking your confession.

Johnny: You won't even talk to me.

Priest: Dropping the law suit isn't going to heal the wounds that have---

Johnny: This did not happen to you.

Priest: I'm afraid.

Johnny: Of?

Priest: Of all the things that can go horribly wrong as the result of this.

Johnny: Who are you going to tell?

Priest: No one.

Johnny: Well, then no one will know.

Young Priest: You can go in now.

Arch Bishop: And the Bishop would sacrifice a house of God

in order to protect his own reputation?

Priest: I know that he would.

Arch Bishop: How do you know these things, that the Bishop is involved with covering up abuse?

Priest: Does it matter?

Arch Bishop: Well, it's a big accusation. Do you have any proof?

Priest: I'm not asking to testify against the guy in court. I'm just asking

that you remove him from the negotiation.

Arch Bishop: So you don't have any proof.

Priest: He told me.

Arch Bishop: Why would he do that?

Priest: To be forgiven for it.

Arch Bishop: By you?

Priest: By God.

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