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Previously on: Forgive Me

You're not in the clear.

I don't know if you misunderstood your prognosis

but you need to be checked.

On a regular schedule, not just when you feel sick.

Be careful who's advice you take. You never know who has your back.

Morning, sleepyhead.

Ah.

Hey.

What's all this about?

I guess I was sleepwalking.

Obviously.

I guess I was Sorry.

You don't need to be sorry. I'm sure you'd rather be in your bed.

Oddly enough in the dream I was in my bed.

Go figure. Come on up.

Thanks.

Why are you bandaged?

I think I cut my hands when I was trying to get John down.

You're still bleeding.

Yeah it's fine. I'll just re-bandage it.

Are you eating that apple?

Not me.

Fuck it.

I stole money.

How much?

Eighteen dollars.

Who'd you steal it from?

I don't know.

Hotel guests. Where I work.

That's pretty bad.

It was eighteen Hotel guedollars. e I work.

They spend two hundred and eleven dollars a night to stay

there, and spent half their day in the bar working up a tab.

I make three hundred and twenty dollars a week

and I didn't have any lunch money.

They just leave it around like eighteen

dollars is nothing.

Wet bathing suits, dirty socks, and cash.

Wet bathing suits and dirty socks aren't nothing.

WeWhat's uh, remind me, what's, your name?

Maria.

You know what I tell myself?

They left it out as a tip.

That makes me feel better. But then later I

think, oh, no, they didn't because they weren't checking out. People only

tip when they're checking out.

You uh, you clean the rooms?

Vaccum, make beds.

You know, people are always in here trying to rationalize their sins.

Or, in your case, crimes.

PrMaria: Crime. What's there punishment for eighteen dollars?

You're gonna have to find a lawyers to keep you outta jail. I'll just

keep you outta hell.

You're gonna have Good luck. I've got you my room reserved.

Really? Well if you're so convinced that you're going to hell, why

confess at all?

Well, I guess if I confess, then I get an upgrade.

To a nicer room, one with a view of the fire pit.

Uh huh. Right. It's interesting. I never imagined hell as a hotel.

I do. Everyday.

That is fair.

It's not just the money. I, I get up to all kinds of shit.

Do tell.

It doesn't sound good.

Well, we're in the confession booth. Carpe Diem.

Hmm?

Seize the day.

Hmm?

I look through people's stuff.

I look through their clothes, their

computer, phones. You'd be

amazed how many people don't have a password on their phone.

Yikes.

I'm so nosey.

Why? What are you looking for? Are you looking for some dirt on people?

Oh god no. No, no, no. It's just, you know, the sheets. And the pillow-

cases are white. And the

towels are white. And the little soaps are round.

And it's all the same. Nothing

ever changes. North side of

the hall, south side. The only thing that changes is Andwhen people leave stuff

lying around.

Still, your boredom shouldn't be an excuse for invading people's privacy

right?

I'm not bored. I'm curious. Who the hell are these people? You know?

You couldn't understand. People come to you and tell you everything.

I don't know if I'd say everything. They usually leave out the good

stuff.

Yeah but you know them. You know who they are. They're more than just a

face.

You know, they talk to you.

you. You know something about their lives. Who they are. Don't you love that?

I do.

I do love it but it has it's down side, believe me.

I look at their pictures.

Maria.

I see their families. Their kids. Their friends. Who's birthday party they

were at.

What kind of job they have.

Just who they are outside of the hotel, you know? It helps me.

How?

It gives meaning to my effort. I clean poo from people's toilet seats. I

take their filthy panties

It gives meaning to from between the sheets so I pecan make their bed.

I want to know that I'm doing that for someone. Like an

actual someone. Someone who has people that they love, or people who love them.

You know, who might be glad that

I'm cleaning up after them. Who might even be grateful that I'm taking

care of their husband, or kid or mom.

You do have a way of to making it sound very, very noble. But still, you're

snooping.

Well, told you. I'm good at rationalizing.

You're going through people's photos. You're stealing money.

I know. It's terrible. I see a lot of dick pics. You can tell

who's under thirty

'cause their phone is just loaded with hundreds off naked pictures, like all

they do is just send

pictures of their crotches to each other.

You gotta stop this.

I will definitely try.

Well that sounded very convincing.

Let's come up with a plan here to break the habit. Don't

they have those, uh, audio books to listen to while you're working? Maybe

something to occupy your mind?

Maybe.

What is it? What's wrong?

I'm just so lonely. All day.

Of course.

I see all these people, everyday. Hundreds of people. More.

They don't talk to me. They

don't look at me. I wear white. White shirt, white pants, white shoes. Head to

toe, like a ghost. And they

don't see me. They don't ask me who I am.

Sounds hard.

Ah, I'm just so tired at the end of the day. Moving all day long.

Up and down scrubbing, sheets, and pushing

bins. Trying to take people's stains out.

Up and down scrubbing, sheets, Trying to remove any trace

that they were ever there so

that the next person has as, clean, blank slate.

I'm just too tired to clean my

own bathroom when I get

home. Things just haven't I'm just worked out.

I have a kid. He moved to the own bother side of

the country. And I spent so

much of my time focused on raising my son,

working all the hours that I could, that I never did anything else.

And now I don't have anything else.

Well, you've got your health, right?

Hey, you've got me. You've got the

love of Jesus. I know that

doesn't sound like much got but it is something.

Life changes, right. Whether you

want it to or not, your life just

changes. What if you got involved here? Maria, we Lifhave a women's auxiliary.

Women's auxiliary?

Yeah. Yeah, it's a great group of women. They get together and make like

sandwiches and desserts,

stuff like that. They set up the church hall, they clean it up so that the families

at funerals don't have to

think about it, you know?

You want me to clean at up the church hall?

I didn't mean it thing like that.

That's what you think I need? To clean up the church.

No, I was thinking along the lines of all the friends you'd make, the people you'd meet

in the women's -

Auxiliary. Yeah, yeah.

I didn't think that through. We've got aeet lot of other social groups

that are really great too.

Yeah, we've got bingo.

We got bingo. And, uh, and aeet lot homeless shelter.

Just give me my penance.

I offended you?

How many Hail Mary's?

Ten?

So, you don't want me to take the settlement? I haven't yet.

I should probably tell you that I'm not talking to you as just your

priest. I'm in charge of

the parish now.

Well, talk to me as my friend.

I just want you to hear what I hear.

Well, how do you know they're not giving you false information knowing

that you're going to feed it to me?

SPriest: You don't. Anyway, I shouldn't be talking to you in the first place so

receive this with your healthy skepticism.

They offered me nine hundred thousand.

I thought it was more.

It was.

Well, I sued for five million between the parish and the diocese.

I know. Everyone seems to think that they're going to tear down

Well, I sued for five million between the parish the church and sell the land

to a developer. But I would have had to think there was more than

nine hundred thousand dollars at stake.

Well, maybe it's not true.

No, that law suit is a matter of public record now.

If the church were to settle it looks like

an admission of guilt.

It is guilt.

I think what they want to do is create a bigger scandal.

Something that overshadows your settlement.

What scandal?

Father John, theour Prelate, he was gay.

Not a lot of people knew that. He told a few people. He told

me. I think that the Bishop was going to try and out him. Publicly.

Shame him, try and spin it like he'd done something wrong.

Jesus Christ.

Or they were going to conflate the two things.

I don't know. But rather than let em do that to

him, he took his own life.

I guess he was ashamed. I just wish he'd come to me first.

Well, I know secrets can challenge your will to live.

I wish he'd come to me because I'm the same.

I'm not straight, I mean, I'm celibate,

but I'm attracted to men and women both. In my thoughts. Mostly men.

Well, why are you telling me this?

I'm getting to it. I, um, I have a daughter.

Yeah, my mother told me.

What, really?

She met her.

Yeah, I know. I was there. I didn't think she was going to tell anybody.

Well, my mother thought I looked up to you too much.

She thought I liked you too much. Maybe

you having a daughter would change that.

I'm sure it did in her eyes. Unmarried man having a child with a woman

I didn't love. I just

wanted to see what I wasn giving up, you know? I was an idiot but I was a kid

myself. I didn't even know

I had a kid until she turned iup as a teenager on my doorstep. And since I

didn't know about her, I

didn't tell anybody abouted her. So yeah, obviously, to the outside eye it looked

like I was lying the entire

time. I did lie. I lied to the church about never having had sex. It doesn't

matter anyway. The point is

that I'm next. There's no easier target for a scandal than a priest with a

secret love child.

Well, why would they scandal target you?

It's just a matter of convenience. Listen, they want to settle this thing

with you, okay? And then

they want to sweep it under othe rug because they don'ty wwant anyone ever to look

into the fact that you were

abused by an employee of the church in this hall. If the parish is gone, look

there is no history for anyone to look

into. They're going to crucify my daughter to save their own asses.

And what if I don't settle?

The court proceedings might give your

lawyer a little bit more time to look into what happened.

I know what happened. It happened to me.

Okay, well then you know that the choir master that abused

you went on toppened. pabuse other kids. A lot of

other kids. They knew about that. They could have done something about it.

They chose not to.

They didn't know he was going to do that. That's what they'll say.

That's what they always say.

Listen to me. If you settle this thing, the only loser is the parish.

Okay, those are your neighbours.

I'm talking about the homeless shelter, the school, all those things are

going to disperse to other

parishes. If you stand up and fight, you can punish the people who allowed those

kids to be hurt.

You can expose them.

I don't have the money to fight them.

You're still going to win the money, that's what I'm saying.

Yeah, yeah. Eventually. Down the road. After appeal, after appeal.

That's not what my lawyer

signed on for. They agreed to go in and negotiate a settlement. That's it.

I don't want them to get away with this.

Who are they?

What do you know?

I can't tell you. But I'm begging you. Pursue it. Find out.

Why can't you tell me who they are?

PPriest: Because I can't. break the seal of the confessional.

Listen you've told me things in

that booth that you would never tell anyone else, haven't you?

Yeah.

In it's own way, the things that you've told me have led us to where

we are right now.

Yeah.

Then you have to agree with me that that seal can never be broken.

Then that make you a part of it.

It doesn't. No, it doesn't.

Yeah. It does.

No it doesn't.

Yes, it does.

You know the names of the men who knew about a molester.

Didn't stop him, didn't report him and continued to employ him.

Gave him means and method to do, to do it again. Over and over.

And you're protecting them.

I'm not protecting them, I'm begging you to prosecute them.

Look, I am not going to find the information. It's not in some file

drawers somewhere. They're

not gonna tell my lawyer.

There has to be proof of this.

There's no proof. It's my word against a dead guy's.

You know why, why they told you in

confessional?

So you would know and not tell.

They sucked you in. You're part of it. You're part of the cover up.

Jesus Christ.

I don't think we should talk anymore without a lawyer.

It's me, Smith.

It's Johnny.

Okay. Alright, Johnny.

What happens if I drop the lawsuit?

If I the lawsuit and sign a confidentiality agreement

and I would agree not to talk about it or pursue it.

Would that save the church? Would that save you and your daughter?

Don't do that.

Well, what if I do?

These problems go away?

Your problems will not go away alright? And there's still going to be men in

positions of power who

prioritize their jobs over protecting children.

Isn't that what you do? That's part of your job.

The confessional booth is part of my religion.

Listen to me, Smith.

Johnny.

Nobody elseme, calls me Smith.

It's how you introduced yourself to me. It's the name I first knew

you by.

I know.

I didn't mind it then.

It was our thing.

I used to like having

a secret with you.

But now, now you call me Johnny.

Hi

How are you?

I'm alright.

I don't think we're going to be able to count on

Johnny O'Leary to keep the

church from the wrecking ball.

You talked to him again?

He came by the church.

Oh, just out of the blue?

He doesn't think that he has enough toe implicate anyone higher up

the hierarchy.

You talked to him again without a lawyer and without the mediator?

Well, I was appealing to his sense of faith.

His faith was never in question.

They offered him just shy of a million.

You're going to screw up the whole process of mediation.

That's what I was trying to do.

Gene, mediation is going to end up

with a parking lot where the

church used to be and Johnny O'Leary is going to be a millionaire.

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

When you gave him a forty

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

It wasn't my job then to protect the parish. It's not my fault that

John left us or that they

stuck me in charge. But it tis my job now to save this church if it can be saved.

It's you job to fulfill the edicts of the Bishop and the Archbishop.

You know, something happens when you find out your superiors are all

flawed, foolish men chasing their own tails.

It becomes much more difficult to

blindly follow orders.

It becomes Has the Bishop had his supper?

Yes, he's down for the night.

Thank you.

Next time on Forgive Me.

I either stick around here or come out of the closet.

Or we've got to leave the area.

You want me to come out of the closet?

Yeah. As my daughter.

When these Saints visit you, what do they do?

Shoot me full of arrows.

Hello?