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Previously on Forgive Me

I prostituted myself on
Tuesday.

What?

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

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

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

How does that work?

If you don't know how
prostitution works, I
don't think I should be

the one to tell you.

You said Tuesdays.
Is Arnie away on Tuesdays?

I mean, does he know about this?

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

Well, you had me
going there for a sec.

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

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

That's what it feels like.

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

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

It was my boss.

Shh.

You should find a
new Priest.

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.

That's not true.

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

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

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.

We can either stick
around here and 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?

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

want me, come down and get me.

Gene. Gene, what's
going on? Are they taking
his things?

No, they're bringing
things in.

What things?

The Bishop's things.

The Bishop is coming
back?

Yes, he'll be
visiting for awhile.

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

Keep your friends
close as the saying goes.

I spoke to Johnny
O'Leary.

Without the mediator?

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

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.

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

Why?

You put me in charge
of the parish, sir.

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

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

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

That remains to be seen.

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.

What's the
matter? Trouble breathing?

Christopher?

Morning.

Didn't sleep well?

No, not particularly.

You were up and down
all night.

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

parish is a lot of
responsibility.

Yeah, I didn't sleep
well either.

Grammy?

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

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.

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?

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

I wanted to talk to you about

something. It doesn't

change anything but, uh

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.

No. No, I'm not.

I'm not talking
about sex.

No one! No one's
talking about sex.

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.

What do you have?

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.

Not exactly the way
anybody would want to hear
it.

Although I suppose there's not
really a great

way to hear that.

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.

So you confess that
you deliberately hurt Arnie?

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

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

What did you say to her?

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.

Ouch.

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

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

Well I didn't say
shit to my father.

[laughs] You curse
in front of your Priest.

You can take it.

Don't try it with
Father Genesius.

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.

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.

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

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

bad advice? To tell
Arnie the truth.

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

her will.

Meh.

I should talk to him.

Don't think you've
done enough.

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.

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.

This isn't better.

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.

You shouldn't be
relishing in your divorce.

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

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

other party asked for it.

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

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

sin if you're not
genuinely sorry.

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.

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

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.

Can I ask you something?

Shoot, Father.

What was worse, the
fear of letting the secret

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

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.

And you lost everything
you were afraid of losing.

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.

I think that you should
fight to save your marriage.

Ah, for God?

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

I guess I will be
giving them soon.

Is that a promotion?

In this case, yeah.

What would hold your
attention?

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.

How so?

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.

No, no, don't---

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?

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.

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

He doesn't.

Then it's a contradiction.

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

You're out of your depth.

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

but that is the teaching.

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

Well, you're not
the only one.

Have you tried
asking for Arnie's?

I asked what you're doing.

What are you doing?

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

Shit.

I got up to use the
latrine and I heard the

strangest sounds
coming from in here.

What sort of sounds?

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

Looks okay.

Yeah, I guess.

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.

It's bad dreams.

What did you dream you
were eating?

My finger.

Why did your doctor
come here?

I missed an appointment.

Oh, come on.

He wanted me to see
a psychiatrist.

Ah. And did you?

Yeah, I went for an
evaluation.

And?

They want me to get
treatment.

Well, medication might
help you sleep.

They're not
worried about me sleeping.

They're worried about
my brain tumor.

It's back?

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.

What do they want you
to do?

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

Wait and see what, the
pearly gates?

I'm not a guinea
pig, Gene.

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

If I manage to actually
chew through my finger,

I'll let them radiate me.

You got through it before.

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

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

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.

You can't confess
to yourself.

That's stupid,
of course you can.

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

I play with myself.

Yeah, I know.

Well, you should
appreciate it.

Oh, I do.

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

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

I spend my entire
waking life thinking about sex.

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

I'm a sodomite.

That's not technically
true.

Mental sodomite.

Who isn't?

I'm interfering with
God's will.

How?

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

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

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

He was suffering.

I'm suffering.

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

Maybe you should.

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

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

No.

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

Maybe.

Next time on Forgive Me

I asked you not to
come here.

Well, it's my church.

Stop. I'm not
taking your confession.

You won't even
talk to me.

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

This did not happen
to you.

I'm afraid.

Of?

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

Who are you going to
tell?

No one.

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?

I know that he would.

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

Does it matter?

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

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.

He told me.

Arch Bishop: Why would he
do that?

To be forgiven for it.

Arch Bishop: By you?

By God.