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Mama always said, most people don't know what an apology is.

That for most people, I'm sorry is just another substitute for saying, shut up.

Another way of saying, can we please just move on and forget about the city

thing I did.

But a real apology is a contract, a promise you'll do better.

That you won't make the same mistake again.

Mama was Catholic, born and raised, like her mama and her mama before her.

Everyone messes up, she always said.

Everyone sins, and that's okay.

So long as you own up and apologize, so long as you make a contract with God

through confession, and you mean it, really mean it.

We live in an age...

Of unprecedented.

Temptation.

Everywhere you turn. Everywhere you look.

It's inescapable.

Thanks to them.

The devil's mirror.

Digital adultery, grotesque fornication are only just a

swipe away.

And you're always alone with it.

There's no accountability.

The moment of

weakness.

And we are a servant to the digital pen who doesn't even charge you

to watch the horrors it inflicts on its victims.

Teaching the young and the impressionable that virginity

is a joke.

It's not.

It's a treasure.

And it's not just pornography.

Social media has replaced our human

connection.

Our sense of community.

Instead of talking to your neighbors. Instead of striking up a conversation

a stranger on the street.

We endlessly like and swipe.

Like and swipe and like and swipe.

There's a beauty to confession.

It's a chance to own up. To apologize.

Really apologize. And make a contract with God. That you'll do better.

But some people never change.

For some people, confession is a way to shut up their own guilt so they can

carry on with their life, confident that their sins have been forgiven.

Mom is dead now.

I know she's watching, and I hope she forgives me for what I'm about to do.

Even though... I'm not sorry.

But he... He will be.

Just a

moment.

Just finishing my prayer, have patience.

Um, come in.

Hi, Rob.

Sorry to bother you.

Yeah, it fell, didn't it? Yes.

I wanted to talk to you about something important.

I know I'm new to your church, but I need to

know that I can trust you.

Of course.

Whatever is said within these walls is between you, me, and God.

I've been having a lot of

Feelings about things.

Temptations, you may say.

Okay.

How old are you?

I'm 20. I'm just a junior in college.

Ah.

A challenging time for temptations indeed.

Look, there's a lot of peer pressure you're going to be pulled into and a lot

number of vices, but look, temptation is a part of life.

It's what we do with those feelings that define our path.

You know, I don't drink. I don't do drugs.

I don't have sex.

Well, the church teaches us to seek strength through...

Prayer and penance redirect our energy into faith and

service. It's not easy, Belle, but it's a path towards grace.

But what if that's not enough?

Hmm. Let me try again, Belle. We all struggle, but we don't let struggle

our purpose.

Your virginity.

Is a precious treasure.

Virginity is a reflection of the biblical Mary.

Her purity. Her divine role.

But wasn't Mary married to Joseph?

They didn't, you know.

Her situation was unique. Meant to support her divine mission. Not a

standard for all.

I just think it's a little confusing, you know.

Jesus, he hung out with thieves and prostitutes.

Him and Mary were pretty tight.

You don't think they ever, you know, had sex?

He showed him a path to grace, not a path through his bedchamber.

It was about redemption.

Even for those most shunned by society.

But, insisting on virginity, don't you think it's an old relic from the

pack? Back then it made sense.

A woman didn't have any rights, birth control.

She needed him.

Because otherwise she'd be screwed.

Right?

It's more than just old rules and the reality of women's circumstances and

how they were treated in most of history.

It's about seeing sex as sacred, not just safe.

But if it's with someone you love, shouldn't you test the waters?

Shouldn't a woman know her man can meet?

All of her needs. And vice versa.

True love waits, Belle.

There's no need. It doesn't need to be rushed into physical or trial.

Were you always so patient even before you became a priest?

I wasn't always perfect.

But I chose a new path.

You know, all the other girls in college talk about doing it in,

you know, the other place.

The other place?

The bottom.

Oh, I think, yes, I've heard of the other place.

Is it?

much worse than sin?

Is it still keeping their truth?

Well, I mean, um, God forgives if you seek

it.

It's just sin.

Well, what's worse than the sin?

Smoking a cigarette?

Or smoking other things?

The cigarette, of course.

then isn't the same effect by a stranger.

A man sees me and only loves me for my body. A good,

godly man sees beauty beyond my physical appearance, my

soul, my heart.

Yes, but not by much.

The other day when you gave me communion,

I felt your desire.

I felt your finger lingering on my tongue.

I tasted his mouth.

No, I... But it's okay, history

just needs one.

God will forgive us, right?

Please stand there.

Mm -hmm.

You do, Father.

I trust you.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

Oh.

Oh, you've got to get out of these boots. Why don't you take your time?

Is that what you want?

Yes.

As long as we seek it, she will forgive us.

This is so good.

Yeah, it does?

Yeah.

Yeah, it does. Yes.

Thank you, Father. Thank you for helping my aunt and helping me keep my true

faith for today.

Yes. Of course I want to do that for you.

I just want you to be happy.

I know that you're safe here.

Excuse me.

Ugh.

I love it though.

I'm closer to hell.

Yes, I do. I actually do. Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh,

fuck

yes.

Oh.

Yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

Oh,

my.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Thank you.

I still get rid of it.

of this one

Thank you, Father. Thank you, Father.

Thank you,

Father.

bit further.

yes it is father yes it is

Yes, yes, yes.

Is that good?

Just a second.

Just... Oh,

fuck. Yes, yes, yes.

Oh.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God.

More, more, more.

Oh, fuck. Oh,

fuck,

yeah.

Oh,

fuck.

Yes, yes, yes.

You sinner.

No.

I'm not the only sinner in this room, then, Father.

Believe that God will always forgive.

He will.

So don't call me a sinner then, Father.

You're right.

I'm always right.

Thank you.

Yes, yes, yes.

It's so fucking good.

Yeah?

Fuck.

I want your full blessing.

I want

it right in my mouth,

Father.

Right in my mouth. I want your full blessing right in my fucking mouth,

Yes, Father, give it to me. Give me your blessing.

right in my mouth.

Father, right in my fucking mouth.

Give it to me, Father.

Give it to me, Father.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you for your blessing.

No, thank you, Papa.

We should get your office cleaned up so it actually stays between you and God.

All right.

Here's your underwear. Thank you.

You should go and pray.

And I need to do some praying myself.

You don't remember me, do you?

Mama was a good woman.

She worked a double shift at the hospital.

She helps people.

She really helps people.

Only piece of shit hypocrite like you.

Your driving killed her.

She was a good woman.

She was.

Here you are. A priest abusing his powers, his connections.

Fucking a 20 -year -old virgin.

Didn't even get a fucking slap on the wrist for it.

You.

You.

You should leave.

You should go.

God help you.

God help me?

I don't think you're in any position speaking on behalf of God.

What's worse?

A hypocrite piece of shit like you?

Or a 20 -year -old whore?

No one's going to believe you.

Some will.

And there he fucking is. The mask finally comes off.

I think God's going to have a really hard time minding this one.

That even fucking matters to you anyway.