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- Come on.

- Light them up.

- Say, are you the guy who's going to shoot off them fireworks tonight?

- That's me, Nicholas Burns, at your service.

- Can you give us something for the Fourth of July?

- Like what?

- In dreams begin responsibilities.

By morning, I knew I couldn't stand it any longer.

I had to go see Peter.

I wanted to see him, to hear his voice,

to feel him next to me.

The memory of four years before came flooding back again.

I saw us on the bridge, Peter reading about his saints,

me trying to act like it was all a game.

- Angie,

how would you like a knuckle sandwich?

- Oh, I don't think so.

Let me see. - Get...!

Angie, give me that book.

- We loved each other as children,

and nothing else mattered.

- Yes, I am. Gimme that book.

- I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys.

As the lily among my thorns, so is love among my daughters.

That's pretty sexy stuff you've been reading, Peter.

Can I help?

- Sure.

Put this right up here.

- I was convinced we would be together forever,

but I was wrong.

- Angie, I'm going to have to go back to the seminary soon.

- I couldn't accept it from the beginning.

I never believed Peter was meant for the church.

He was meant for me.

I didn't care if it was right or wrong.

We had been apart for four years.

That was long enough.

- 9:30 on a beautiful Sunday morning here on WWOQ Eaton Harbor.

Don't forget next Wednesday, the Fourth of July,

fireworks spectacular featuring Nicholas Burns

and his pyrotechnical displays.

Nicholas is in town today, and it says this year's show

will be the hottest, most mind-boggling ever.

On the national front--

- Nothing mattered to me but our love.

It didn't matter then,

and it doesn't matter now

that we were brother and sister.

- We didn't make love like beginners,

though that's what we were.

And now I realize,

it was because I had made love with him

a thousand times before

in dreams and fantasies,

and I suspect he had done the same.

I savored the touch of his manhood,

feeling those things I admired from a distance my whole life.

He was beautiful,

and he made me feel the same.

There was no end to our hunger for each other.

We made love for hours that rainy afternoon as if we had

to make up for all the years of denial

and do enough to last years more of denial again.

I had waited a lifetime for that moment.

He was so tender with me, so warm,

but I could see in his eyes he was

terrified by our attraction too.

I knew that if we were to be together again,

it would have to be on the strength of my actions

and of my will.

- Perfect.

- Peter, I couldn't stay away any longer.

We've got to talk.

- Angela.

- Oh Peter, please forgive me.

- It is for God to forgive, Angela, not me.

- But if you knew-- - I know enough!

You haven't tried.

If you want to avoid falling over a precipice,

then by God, stay away from the edge.

And above all,

repress selfish desire.

- But it didn't-- - God will help you.

Submerge yourself in serving others.

- Whatever pleases you.

- Not me, Angela.

God.

- Like a fool, I obeyed him.

There was a rich woman of the church, a certain Elizabeth Walters.

She lived alone on a large estate outside of town.

At Peter's request, she took me on as her maid.

She treated her dog better than me,

but for Peter's sake,

I stayed and served.

Then one day, Ms. Walters had a visitor,

and I was to learn just how dangerous it can be

to surrender your will,

even for the sake of love.

- Elizabeth, how the devil are you?

- Roger.

You devil, you.

And now I've got something to show you.

I think you'll be pleasantly surprised, too.

She's here to serve us.

The church sent her.

Isn't that right, Angela?

She's lovely, don't you think?

And obeys orders very well.

Why don't you touch her?

Let the gentleman touch you, Angela.

The hair, the face.

Look at the gentleman, Angela.

The eyes,

the mouth.

Every inch of her, perfect.

- Mmh, I wonder.

Whatever the case, I can assure you that Angela has already saved your life.

- Whatever from? - Boredom,

of course.

Boredom will kill you faster

than a bullet, Elizabeth.

As a matter of fact,

I considered bringing you a small animal, a pet.

Something you could please

or torment at will.

But Angela's perfect.

Ah-ha-ha absolutely perfect.

- Do you really think she's right?

- She merely needs to be trained,

to be taught her duty.

What is the duty of a woman, Angela?

- To love.

- My poor darling.

To lust, perhaps.

- To bear children, eh?

- To bear pain, perhaps.

- Ugh!

- It's all your doing, Angela.

This never would've happened if you hadn't forced yourself on me.

I want you to stay out of my life now,

and don't you ever try to see me.

- You've brought the green grapes, not the purple ones.

- I'm sorry.

- Yes.

You are sorry.

- What else are you?

- I don't know.

- Stupid.

- Yes.

- Say it.

- Stupid.

- Agreed.

- Stand still.

Stand still!

- You'll do it here.

Get your dress up.

C'mon.

- That's a good little girl.

- Pretend you're a little girl again.

Make wee-wee for Mummy and Daddy.

Oh, what a lovely pussy you have.

you have, yes.

Ahh.

Doesn't it feel good?

Admit it.

Now doesn't it feel so. . .

good, ohh.

That's all.

- Well that's not enough!

You'd better do more if you know what's good for you.

- Don't make Roger angry, dear.

Let me feel.

Oh! It's as hot as she is, Roger.

Silky soft and so. . .

hot!

- I don't like people who hold out on me.

- Oh look!

So hot.

- She seems to think it's all a big joke.

But she's been very messy.

Look what you've done.

You've soiled your hem!

- What are you doing?

- You don't deserve to have such a pretty white dress.

- We think you're a woman of the darkest deeds.

You deservee the most careful

discipline.

- Get undressed, Angela. Quickly.

Now, get the instrument, like a good girl.

Oh Roger, you'll come to enjoy this.

She loves the idea.

She's wet as a kiss down there.

Oh, spread your legs and let the gentleman

feel, Angela.

Oh, yes.

I found what you've been hiding all these weeks, Angela.

- She is perfect Elizabeth, but

I think it's time the training began and you got off your knees.

- Now, kneel.

Put your arms up.

- Peter.

Oh, Peter.

Peter!

Peter.

- By now you should've become more flexible

than you were, Angela.

Bend back to me.

Bend farther, Angela.

You must learn to bend over backwards for me.

Is she open, Roger?

- I think she's learned her lesson.

Yes.

She's open and moist.

- Eat me, Angela.

- Oh, she is beautiful, Elizabeth, every inch of her.

Every inch.

Oh yes, I'm ready.

- She's ready.

- She's ready for you.

Oh.

- Angela.

- The child was indeed perfect.

Utterly at our disposal, she asked nothing.

I am sorry for my actions, Father, and I ask forgiveness.

I should, of course, make every effort in the future

to avoid a repetition of these actions.

By the way, Father,

I should say in the girl's defense

that she remained devout even during the worst of it.

In fact, she even once cried out your name.

Your given name is Peter, isn't it?

- Angela.

Peter.

- Angela!

- Peter?

Hi,

I've left Ms. Walters.

I gave into everything.

At first, she was very kind, but--

- That's enough.

- But I must've made them crazy.

Why have--

- I said that's enough.

- Why aren't you affected by me

like all the others?

- Because I'm a priest.

I'm needed by others.

- They don't want or need you.

They're vicious.

They're hypocrites.

Leave them, Peter.

I'll leave them.

We can have each other.

Peter, come with me.

- No!

God, no.

You leave, Angela.

You leave this church,

this town.

It's the only way, for God's sake.

- My will fell away.

What came in its place was a terrible emptiness.

I prayed for the first time in many years.

No voice spoke an answer from on high,

but inside I could hear what I had to do.

I found myself with a profound restless feeling.

I anchored and tried to lose it in sleep.

Then the dreaming began.

I found myself unable to focus my attention on anything

I needed for sailing.

I lay at anchor for three full days, too confused and distracted to sail.

I tried to feel myself as part of the boat,

grounded to something,

but the tendency seemed to be for me to be swept away by memories

and fantasies of Peter.

I drank all the whiskey from the first aid kit.

Consciousness seemed to grow lighter and lighter

until I simply floated away from my body.

I became part of the sun,

and for a while I had nothing with which to feel pain.

But it didn't last.

There's no telling how long that would've gone on.

Without any human contact,

I was losing my grip on life.

Fortunately, something happened.

On the fourth day, I went forward to clear a fouled jibsheet

and lost my balance.

- Goddamn it.

- Woman overboard.

- When we pulled her out of the water,

she looked so cold and so frightened.

So

I brought her in, and I started drying her off,

and I smiled at her, and I really felt good.

She looked at me like she really liked it.

- I felt like such a damn fool suddenly.

I'd never in all my years of sailing ever fallen overboard before,

but they were wonderful.

All help and concern.

Celeste dried me off and gave me some of her

own clothes to put on,

but somehow she couldn't stop there.

- There was just something about her.

I just grabbed her and kissed her.

- We knew we had to find a place to be alone.

- I don't know. I used to think it was a bad thing,

one woman being with another woman,

and I used to think that we should never do anything

anything like that.

But just something came over me at that second,

and I felt like I was in love with her or something.

She just, sort of

attracted us into it.

I, I can't explain it in any other way.

It was like some sort of communion between us.

- I don't know, there was something about her.

She had some sort of power.

I don't usually do things like this.

I mean, you know that, Father.

- She had some sort of power...

- You have committed acts of terrible excess,

sins against God and the Holy Spirit.

- Didn't, didn't we--

- You have yielded to

promiscuity with this,

this young girl.

- It was Angela.

Your sister-- - There's no need for names.

- Oh I'm sorry, Father.

- Has she left town, this girl?

- I don't think so.

She acted like she really had to stay,

like she had no choice but to come back.

- So he says, how he got in my pajamas, I'll never know!

- My God.

Holy shit.

Hey, wait.

- Hey Charlie, what's the matter with you?

You're like a moose in rut.

That girl's young enough to be your daughter.

- Huh! I dunno.

Something just came over me.

- You're acting crazy. - I know,

but didja see her?

That face?

That-- - Get a hold of yourself,

Charlie. You got a nice wife and four nice kids.

You're an old fart,

like me.

- You're lucky you didn't get yourself pneumonia,

young lady.

First you overheat yourself, and then you expose yourself

to a cold draft.

It's the perfect formula for a serious illness.

It has nothing to do with your so-called mental state.

- But Dr. Julius,

there must be something abnormal about me,

the way I am, the way people look,

follow me.

- Angela, my dear,

it's one of the hallmarks of your particular age

and sex that you love to exaggerate, overdramatize.

You're a very attractive young girl.

Not such that you're driving yourself and

and everyone around you,

mad with carnal desire.

You're young.

Of course, your sex drives are strong.

Essentially, they're okay.

You just take better care of yourself.

I don't know how to break this to you, Angela,

but you're normal.

Normal.

Normal, normal, normal.

Normal, normal. . .

- Wow.

- Hey, miss,

hi, c'mere.

I wanna show you something.

- Oh, hello. What've you got?

Oh, what a beautiful fish.

- Yes, they sure are.

- Charlie, for Christ's sake.

Charlie, what's the matter with you?

I'm sorry miss, he don't mean no harm. . .

You're not going to do anything to this girl,

do you understand? - No, goddammit.

We're just getting acquainted, that's all.

- Both of you, get offa me.

- Flithy bastard!

- Can't get enough, can you, huh?

Fucking cunt.

You had it now, baby.

You had it now.

Huh? Ya got enough, huh?

How'd you like that?

You liked it, didn't ya, huh?

Fucking little slut.

That'll be the fuck of your life.

Cunt.

- Angela.

- Angela.

Angela.

♪ Now you're all alone ♪

♪ Feelin' the world ♪

♪ close in on you ♪

♪ And you're lookin' for someone ♪

♪ To hold your hand ♪

♪ Someone who understands ♪

♪ Really cares ♪

♪ Do what you can ♪

♪ Sleep when you can ♪

♪ Maybe the hand ♪

♪ of the Lord is upon you ♪

♪ To guide you, protect you ♪

♪ Hold you, and love you ♪

♪ She makes you feel wanted ♪

♪ She makes you feel real ♪

♪ Now you're all alone ♪

- Yes.

I want to forget you.

I feel possessed with you,

but so empty without you.

- Angela, can't you understand?

It's forbidden. It's all forbidden.

- If my love for you is forbidden, then it will be my cross.

- Don't be so ready to suffer, Angela.

The soul can be tortured forever.

- It's not my soul.

It's my heart. Can't you see that?

It aches to feel you again.

Touch me, please.

Please.

♪ Now you're all alone ♪

♪ Feelin' that nobody wants you ♪

♪ And you're lookin' for someone ♪

♪ To hold your hand ♪

♪ Someone who'll understand ♪

♪ Now you're by yourself ♪

- I have ravished my heart,

my sister, my bride.

- It's not my soul.

It's my heart. Can't you see that?

It aches to feel you again.

♪ Maybe the hand of the Lord is upon you ♪

♪ To guide you, protect you ♪

♪ Hold you, and love you ♪

♪ She makes you feel wanted ♪

♪ She makes you feel real ♪

- I couldn't sleep the rest of the night.

I was afraid the dream would come back.

It's just as bad when I'm awake, though.

I feel like I've failed my sister

and myself.

I've tried to pray,

but it all seems so,

so futile.

- All these plants are dying.

Peter, each one of us has been entrusted with certain earthly tasks.

- Hi, Father.

- Hello, Mike.

How are you? - I'm great.

- But there are certain things which are better left for God.

- Hello again.

- Who are you?

- No one special.

Care to smoke?

There is something you want,

and you can have it.

There are no mysteries that can't be untied.

No fights that can't be won.

but it'll cost ya something.

Know what I mean?

- I am God's instrument, but I'm also Angela's brother.

I know that there's a strength inside of her,

and it's growing.

I don't know what to do.

- Leave it to God.

There are no mysteries he cannot unravel.

No fights he cannot win.

No matter who the adversary might be.

A smoke?

- No, thank you.

- Of course now, I'm perfectly willing to help,

but you're gonna have to pay a price.

Okay?

- No wait, who are you?

- No one special.

- Are you all right?

- Sure.

- Angela, you look like hell.

What's wrong with you?

Well, maybe I should go.

- No, I uh, I need you to help.

- Anything. You name it.

- I want you to help me.

There's some people I've invited over.

A party.

- It was the night of the Fourth of July banquet

at Peter's church.

I invited everybody I could think of that would be going.

They all came to my house.

They were possessed by an overwhelming physical lust

for each other.

They were changed into completely different people.

I realized I was the center of the cyclone now,

and that everything was going to be sucked into it.

I knew sooner or later Peter would be swept up into it,

and I will have him.

- Father? - Hello, Patty.

Sit down.

All set for the banquet?

- Yeah, we're all set. The food's prepared, the tables are set,

and the decorations are hung.

- So what's wrong?

- There's no people.

- What do you mean?

- There's just no one there.

- Hello?

- Father?

- Yes, who is this?

- Father, I don't know how to tell you this.

It's about the house where your sister lives.

- What about it?

- It's full of people, Father.

It's full of people. - What people?

- People from your church , I think, but what they're doing,

it's not like any party I've been to.

- Of course not. Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- You better keep going. - All right, gentlemen, light them up.

It's showtime.

- Hey you guys, don't worry about it.

It's just some fireworks.

- Oh, you should've seen the look on our faces.

You wouldn't believe it.

- Watch it!

- Come a little closer.

- Dear Monsignor,

I've thought a lot about what you said this morning,

but I just can't leave it to God any longer.

I've been doing that my whole life.

Now it's time I took responsibility for things myself.

Angela and I are going to go away together.

In a way it's just natural.

We've never been apart really, anyway.

Not ever.

I can't even be a decent priest anymore,

not so long as this is in my life.

Respectfully yours, Peter.