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The United Nations Secretary,
Senor Prez de Cullar, has admitted

that military action is the only
action left if Saddam Hussein
is to be removed from Kuwait.

NARRATOR: I don't think he ever
forgave me for what happened.

I don't see how he could.

I realise now that we were
always going to be different.

He lived in the hope
of making things better.

I lived for myself.

CHURCH BELL RINGS

You're a long way from the action,
Mr Winterman. Yes.

And this is not a professional visit.

No, Father. It's personal.

You do realise he's taken
a vow of silence. Yes.

I can grant a dispensation.

But it is not to be given lightly.

You're not family, are you? No.

But I have known him
for quite some time.

BELL RINGS

You'll find your friend in here.
Try not to be too long.

Hello, Eddie.

I was just passing. I thought I'd...

..you know...

TRAIN WHISTLE

You a new boy?

Take your trunk and
join the line over there.

Good evening.
BOYS: Good evening, sir.

Welcome, Mr and Mrs... Dawson.

I'm Mrs Dawson, this is Dr Dawson
and this is our son Eddie.

I think it should be Edward, dear.
No, he's ALWAYS been Eddie.

It doesn't matter.
Here he will be known as Dawson

Our friendship was sealed
on that first awful day.

And though I soon had others,
I always thought of Dawson
as my best friend.

But a friend somehow too precious
for everyday use.

In our second summer at the school,
Eddie's father died.

At the time, none of us were aware
that Dr Dawson committed suicide.

I'm sure it was this mortal sin
that gave the monks
their early hold over Eddie.

I take it you'll be able to afford
the new fee. I should be able to.

Sally will have to go to
the local school but...
Your son should come first.

Yes. I'm so glad
you can keep him on.

The school became his home
and the monks became his family.

Come on, keep going. Move it.

Come on, keep going! Don't flag now!

That's right. Come on, Winterman.
What's the matter with you?

Left, right, left, right,
left, right...

Bloody ridiculous. We almost got
incinerated last week over some
island in the Caribbean

and here we are playing at soldiers
as if nothing happened.

Eyes up, left!

Bloody ridiculous.

Eyes up!

Dawson, Eddie. Sir House's turn
to take high mass on Sunday.

Can you arrange some servers?
And impress upon them that
this is not a lark.

I do not want us to look as foolish
as St Aidan's did last Sunday.

Clear? Good.

JAZZY FRENCH LOVE SONG

ORGAN PLAYS

THEY SING A HYMN

And it is with this spiritual
dimension in mind

that many young men think of a
vocation to the priesthood or to
a monastery such as this one.

It is sad nowadays how many young men
should feel that the priesthood
is not a place for them.

You are all doubly blessed.

You have both a circum education
and the one true faith.

These blessings bring
with them responsibility.

You must exercise
this responsibility well.

God has given you a gift.

Do not squander it.

Stand.

SAYS LATIN PRAYER

'Eddie loved to serve
at the altar on Sundays,

'and we could all see how the monks
treated indifferently.

'They trusted him and gave him
responsibility over the juniors.'

Winterman, are you awake?

No.

I'm worried that, if I go to sleep,
I'll get a vocation,

end up stuck here
for the rest of my life.

Surely it's something to welcome
rather than fear.

I'm damn sure I don't want
to find out.

You must be mad if you think...

KNOCKING SOUND

Furness , did you lamp-post
Steele's bed?

Yes.

Why?

Well, because he's fat
and he's smelly.

MUFFLED GIGGLING

Dawson! Dawson!
Quickly, Dawson!

It's Furness - he can't swim!

COUGHING AND SPLUTTERING

Everyone's in, sir.

Thank you, Dawson.

Something the matter?

Have you got a moment, sir?

How long have you had
these feelings for this boy?

I don't know, sir.

Eddie, there are some things you may
not quite understand.

This friendship for Furness,
it is not, cannot be, a good thing.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Feelings such as these are often
a by-product of growing up.

That's not to say
they are not wrong.

This is a serious matter, Eddie,
and it must be nipped in the bud.

Six strokes of the cane, I think,
will sort you out.

Understand, don't you, Eddie?

Surely this vocation
thing will pass.

You've got to get out into
the real world,

outside this valley,
give yourself some experience.

There are plenty of ways
to help people outside.

Surely the best way to serve
others is to serve God.

'I could never understand how
my friend's affection for Ferness

'led him to believe that he was
destined to serve God.

'But it was no surprise to me that,
when I fled the valley,

'Dawson stayed on.'

Most Reverend Father, Holy Mother
Church asks you to ordain this man,

our brother, for service
as a priest.

In the name of the Father and of
the Son and of the Holy Spirit...

I'm so proud, Eddie.

You really ought to call me
John now, Mother.

You know I'll never get used to
that, dear.

So, what's the form here, then?

Normally I'd be expecting
to kiss the bride.

Thanks for coming, Bobby.
You remember my mother?

And this is my sister, Sally.

Hello. Hello.

Bobby's been rather successful,
Mother.

I'm only a journalist, Eddie.

Journalist! That does sound
exciting. Just think, Eddie.

Sorry I have to rush away.

You're always in my prayers, Bobby.
I hope you don't mind.

God! I mean good Lord, no.
They seem to be working.

Well, goodbye.

Goodbye, Father John.

'I've been to numerous weddings,
though never my own.

'And I have yet to see a bright look
as happy as Dawson did that day.

'As I drove away,
I was convinced that my friend

'had truly found his home.'

'Man was utterly corrupt, utterly
fallen, could only perpetually sin.

BELL RINGS

OK, gentlemen.

You're free now, aren't you, John?

Yes.

Tell me, John,
are you happy teaching?

Father Abbot, I am disappointed.

I only seem to be helping
the sons of the rich.

Our order have always been
servants to the community.

Try not to think of us as serving
one particular class.

Our job is to try and turn out
young men who will lead

good Christian lives. We're not
a missionary order, John.

If that's what you want you should
have been a Jesuit.

Well, it won't come to that,
Father(!)

A sense of humour will always
keep you afloat.

The problem is you're too
young for a parish proper.

However, Father Bonaventura's not
well, the village needs a priest.

I think you might be just the man.

Christ isn't asking us
to go from wealth to poverty

to gain entry into his kingdom.

All that he asks is that
we are aware of the sufferings
of our fellow humans.

That we do not pass them by
without thought or sympathy.

But that, like the Samaritan
in today's gospel,

we must instead look into our hearts
and acknowledge our responsibilities.

Let us stand and profess our faith.

ALL: We believe in one God,
the father of the Almighty...

Goodbye. Bye.

I would be most grateful, Father.

It's very kind, Lady Toynton but...
I won't bite, Father,

and I promise you'll be back in the
monastery in time for your office.

At 3 o'clock, then.

It is important, Father.

Father? Hello.

Um, I want you to do my daughter.
I'm sorry?

Baptise her. Oh, yes, of course.

If you'd like to come inside,
we can arrange a time.

It's Mrs...? Mollie.
My name's Mollie.

Mollie.

HE COUGHS

Sugar, or honey for your throat?

Excuse me. Sugar. One, please.

That's a Kirkham boy.

I should think so.

Come now, Father,

you know there's always been
a certain amount of
'loi du seigneur'.

My husband was at Kirkham.

Just before he died...

Charlie shrugged off
all his reserve.

What I'm about to tell you, Father,

should remain as secret
as a confessional.

More so, in fact. Yes.

Yes, of course.

When Charlie was in the sixth form,
he had a tumble, a roll in the hay,

whatever euphemism you prefer,
with a kitchen maid.

The result was a baby boy.

I see.

What happened to the boy?
I've no idea.

But, believe me,
I see my husband's face

in every 40-year-old man
on the estate and in church.

You see, we never had a child.

20 minutes with a kitchen maid gave
him what 30 years with me could not.

Oh, I am sorry.

Which brings us to the reason
I asked you here, Father Dawson.

Mollie Jolliffe. Have you spoken
to Father Bonaventure about her?

No, not yet.

You see,
Mollie's daughter's illegitimate.

Father Bonaventure feels
he cannot baptise her.

I'm not sure that I agree.

The abbot might say that
Mollie's situation is best left
to social services.

I have a spiritual responsibility,
Lady Toynton. Some would say you
have no responsibility, Father.

Who is the father of the child?
No-one really knows.

Fred Jolliffe disappeared
the moment she became pregnant.

Then surely she needs the help
of the Church more than anyone?

Leave well alone, Father.

You might find yourself
sitting next to the father
of that child tonight.

BOY WHIMPERS

Shut up!

Hey!

What's going on here?

Hands in his pockets, Sir.
I was getting my hanky out, Sir.

That's what they all say, Sir.
I don't care what they all say.

I saw you kick this boy,
and it was vicious and spiteful.

What house are you in?

What house are you in?
St Peter's, sir.

Right, I want you two
to report to Father Timothy.

We'll let him decide whether
this boy is to be kicked, shall we?

MONASTIC SINGING

I will not tolerate this.
Go to the common room now.

The head of house is to give you
six strokes each.

Thank you, Timothy. You should not
have interfered, John.

It wasn't a question of interfering.

There seemed a real danger
of injury to the boy.

John, every time I rule in favour
of a first-year boy

over a sixth former, the entire
discipline system in this house
is put under strain.

You above all people
should know that.

That boy was being beaten
for no reason.

My dear John, we are training boys
for the real world,

not some Utopia.

Putting up with a little injustice

is one of the most important
lessons we can teach them.

WHIP CRACKS

BUGLE SOUNDS

Mollie Jolliffe is not our affair,
John.

We can't just baptise children
born out of wedlock willy-nilly.

But surely we have a responsibility
to all our parishioners?

Of course we have.
But we can't condone living in sin.

So we're damning the child? It is
not a question of damnation, John.

0h, excellent,
they seem to have picked up a line.

Let the matter be, John.

Is that understood?
Yes, Father. Good.

Mary Jolliffe, I baptise you
in the name of the Father, the Son,
and the Holy spirit.

God, the father of our Lord
Jesus Christ,

has freed you from sin,

giving you a new birth by water
and Holy spirit,

as Christ was anointed priest,
prophet and king.

So may you live always
as a member of his body,

sharing everlasting life.

Amen.

THUNDER CRASHES

The life of Oliver Plunkett,
chapter the third, continued.

The new Bishop of Armagh,
the Catholic Primate of Ireland,

found himself forced to go
underground in his new bishopric.

This cloak and dagger lifestyle
did not entirely suit
Oliver Plunkett,

but he adapted his best into it...

INDISTINCT SPEECH

BABY CRIES

Ssh, ssh.

Mollie?

Mollie, here's the...

food.

I'll just leave it here.

I, um...

I have to go.

MONASTIC CHANTING

Molly.

You should not have gone
behind my back, John.

It seems to me that your
personal aims and zeal

extend beyond the boundaries
of monastic life.

Father Abbot, I was only doing
what my conscience dictated.

Your conscience is dictated
by stubborn pride.

Pride has no place in our community,
let alone in our school environment.

I only wanted to help Molly
and her child.

Have you any idea of the damage
you've done to Kirkham's reputation?

No! >

You're still young, John. I don't
want this to blight your career.

Until such time as you're ready
to live under the rule again,

I'm arranging for you to join
the secular clergy at Westminster.

My baby! My baby!

Molly!

Where are you taking her?

Somewhere they're both
properly cared for.

If you take them to social services,
she'll never see that child again.

Get your hands off me!

They're coming home with me.
You have a good heart, Father John.

Make sure your head gets
a say sometimes, too.

I came up here the first time.

When you lost your faith?

Came up the hill with it

and down the hill without it.

And let us always keep in mind
Pope John's reiteration

of Christ's message.

It is no longer enough that we keep
the poor in our prayers

or in the recesses
of our consciences.

As Catholics and as Christians,
we must actively join the debate

started by Pope John

and discuss how social equality
can best be promoted.

Don't worry, I won't tell, promise.

Don't suppose you're Catholic
any more, are you? No.

All that abstention
was becoming rather difficult.

How about you? Do you still have
the same ambitions you had at school?

What were they?
You wanted to help people.

Yes. It's rather more complicated
than I thought it would be.

I'm preaching to the converted.

So many of the people who really
need help are not even Catholic.

How about preaching
to these unconverted then?

What, on a park corner?
No, through a newspaper.

The Catholic Herald?
I think that's the converted again.

I was hoping that you might write
a series of articles for us. Me?

I've never written anything.

If you can write a sermon,
you can write an article.

A lot of people are interested
in religion and they need solace,

guidance even.

Once a fortnight or so,
you might save a thousand souls.

One would be enough.

Exactly.

I'd have to get permission.
Would that be a problem?

No.

I'm sorry, your Grace, I didn't mean
to sound ungrateful. Well?

It's just that
I had hoped for a parish

in a slightly more deprived area.

I'm well aware of your zeal. Your
abbot sent glowing reports of it.

The truth is, Cheyne Walk urgently
needs a young parish priest,

someone with your vigour.

Now, the work here would not be
of a charitable kind

as in poorer areas, but the people
here, too, need guidance.

Yes, your Grace.

Remember how difficult
it is for a rich man to enter

the gates of heaven.

To a certain extent, the poor are
blessed anyway in that respect.

Walk before you run, Father John.

About these articles. You're not
going to rock the boat, are you?

Can I help you at all?

I'm Father John,
Father John Dawson.

Good God! You're not, are you?
You're so young.

Well, you'd better follow me. And
don't drag your cases on my floor.

Oh, do you like corned beef?

You look fine, Father.

Of course, most of your congregation
are either blind or deaf

so they won't care how you look
or what you say.

Still...

He broke the bread,
gave it to his disciples

and said, "Take this,
all of you, and eat it.

"This is my body which will be
given up for you."

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

Bloody hell,
I've forgotten the words.

It's been two weeks
since my last confession.

I haven't been to confession
since Easter.

Say two, no, three decades
of the rosary for now.

The last priest was so traditional,
you know, confess thy sins.

Two to three decades of the rosary.

# Take me in and forget

# Hold me...

I absolve you from your sins
in the name of the Father,

the Son of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Go in peace.

Thank you, Father.

Father, I wonder if I could ask
your advice. Certainly.

It is not about my sins.
It is to do with my daughter. Yes.

I just wonder if you could talk
to her, perhaps come to the house.

I'm not sure that I... I would be
very grateful, Father. Well, I...

Thank you. We'll expect you for tea
on Thursday.

I do selfish things.

Mummy, can we go now?

Not now, darling. Mummy's busy.

I do things I shouldn't.

I am married, not happily.

I am unfaithful. But I don't think my
husband's ever been faithful to me.

But you have children?

The reason we married, I'm afraid.

So, when you do these
selfish things,

you're not hurting your husband?
No.

But you are hurting yourself?
Yes.

Very English, isn't it?

Very Catholic.

I'd better go, Father.
I've taken up too much of your time.

Father John Dawson,
to see Mrs Carter.

Really, I have despaired
since the nuns expelled her.

Boarding can be so confusing
at that age. Yes, I know.

I'd really like it if she could have
some Catholic influence in her life

that is not to do with me.

And you're very different.
From other priests, I mean.

I could certainly try and talk to
her. Are you sure you have the time?

I feel so guilty taking you away
from the slums but after all,

we have souls to be saved, too.

Absolutely.

Theresa thinks I am so stupid,
so old.

But I feel she would respect you
and your views.

Your article was very stirring.

I try to provoke discussion,
Mrs Carter.

Rich people and heaven.

But of course, you're not referring
to people like me. Theresa, dear,
is that you?

I can't stay long.
Theresa, this is Father Dawson.

Honestly, Mum, I don't need it.
Now, darling, you promised.

Father Dawson has very kindly
given us his time.

It's not kindness,
it's my job really.

But we know how busy you are.

Well, I won't take up
too much of your time.

Can I go now?

Hi.

Come on then. You never answered
my question.

Oh, yes, sex.

Well, do you miss it?

You can't miss something
you've never had.

But don't you even wonder
what it would be like?

Most of the boys I know
can't manage without it.

Yes, I imagine that that's the line
they'd take.

I'm not a virgin, you know?
It's not some dirty thing.

If you love someone, then you sleep
with them. It's taken for granted.

Not in my line of work it isn't.

You haven't moved since
the Reformation, have you?

It's the '70s now. No one gives
a shit about religion any more.

What I mean is it would go against
my conscience not to sleep
with a boy if I loved him.

If you love him,
perhaps there isn't a problem.

You don't see it, do you?

It's the people who are repressed
about sex

who cause the most trouble.
Like my mother.

Why her? She's hardly slept with Dad
since I was conceived.

Do you know, she even used to get
out of bed after sex

to say her prayers. It's true.

Dad told me and when I asked Mum,
she admitted it.

She must be frigid or something.
No wonder Dad's got a mistress.

I'm here to see Father Dawson.

Mother of God.

Is there a problem with it?

No, not from our point of view,
I just wanted whether you might
want to change it at all?

No, I believe in what I've written.

I don't doubt it,

it's just that I'm not too sure
your superiors will see it
in quite those terms.

God, that's Jenny Stanten, isn't it?

She one of yours? Mm-hmm.

You old dog.

She's here to discuss
her husband's funeral.

Matthew Stanten's croaked?

How? Car crash. Bloody hell.

So, Jenny's single again, is she?

Christ, sorry.

Lust in a church, very bad.

Will you publish, no changes?

What? Oh, yes.

You're sure you know what
you're doing? Absolutely. OK.

Bye.

Hello! Hi!

Didn't think you were coming.

Everyone, this is Theresa.

ALL: Hi.

How's your arthritis?

Where did you find those people?

I've never seen anyone
under 90 in church.

They're children of parishioners.

How did you get them to help?

Most people want to help. They'd
rather do that than come to church.

Anyway, most Catholics are born with
guilt. Rich Catholics are even worse.

God, you're devious!

Back in a minute.

Mollie!

Can be, darling,
if that's what you want?

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought
you were someone else.

I can be anything you want me
to be, sweetheart.

Oi! Oh... What you up to?

Sorry, I thought this lady...
You're freakin' out the punters!
Piss off!

I said I'm sorry,
I didn't realise...

If you ain't paying for what
you're letchin' at, why don't
you just piss off, all right?

I didn't mean to interfere.
I don't care what you fucking meant.
Piss off!

Jesus, Baz!

He's a priest! He can be a fucking
high priest for all I care.

CAR HORN BEEPS

Sorry. Oi! Come on, tits,
get in the car.

Let's go.

Are you all right?

Let's have a look.

HE WINCES

You can't save everyone, you know.

I know.

You can't treat everything
like a crusade.

I'd better go.

I'm sorry, John, I shouldn't have...

No, don't worry.

These are doctrinal matters,
Father John.

If you don't agree,
you keep it to yourself

and you keep your mouth shut.

Is that understood?

I understand that, Your Eminence,
but I have parishioners
stuck in unhappy marriages...

I don't care! This is for the Pope
to decide, not some crusading
parish priest in Chelsea.

What if the Pope is wrong?
As far as your article is concerned,
the Pope is never wrong!

If he were to ask us
to dance through the Eucharist,

we should do it!

We are not a democracy.

I have withdrawn permission
for your articles,

and I'm going to send you
on a little holiday.

You're obviously tired
and in need of some rest.

You're also in need of some time
to contemplate your future.

Pack your bags, Father Dawson.

You leave on Monday.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Father, it's that
Carter woman again.

Hello? Father? Yes.
Please, come quickly.

My husband has had an attack.
Yes. Yes, of course.

I'll be right there.

Oh, Father, thank God you have come!

Can you hold the mask, Padre?

I'm still not getting anything.
We'll need the adrenalin.

Father, quickly, please.

Was he... Is he Catholic?

Yes. Quickly, please,
before he goes!

Through this holy anointing,
may the Lord in his love and mercy

help you with the grace
of the Holy spirit, Amen.

May the Lord who frees you from
sin... Let's get him out of here.
..raise you up, Amen.

In the name of the Holy spirit
who has poured upon you,

may your home be with God in Zion
with Mary, the virgin mother of God,

with Joseph and all the angels
and saints, Amen.

Thank you, Father.

SIREN WAILS

Would you like a brandy?

He never was Catholic.

You shouldn't have.

It helped your mother.

It's all helping her, isn't it?

Being nice to me
is just a way of helping her?

Theresa, that isn't true.
I couldn't refuse.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to...

Will you hold me again?

Theresa, no.

'Ladies and gentlemen, the train
will shortly be arriving at York.

'Change here for Malton,
Scarborough, Kirkham and Harrogate.

'The next station is York.'

I hope you'll stay a bit
this time, Eddie.

Mother, I can't stay very long.
It's so good to see you again, dear.

Sally has been
so looking forward to it, too.

Now, go and talk to your sister.

You must think it's the end
of the bloody world up here, eh?

Well, we don't get any of your
glamour industries up in Yorkshire.

Leave it, Alan. No,
but I'll tell you summat.

More work gets done up here
than down there,
I'll tell you that for nothing.

Oh, aye, but you wouldn't know
owt about that, would you, eh?

With your posh accent.

Right.

Pub.

Are you coming?

I'll be down later.

I want to talk to Eddie.

Oh, right, fair enough.

Well, I'll see you later,
Father, eh?

HE BELCHES

I'm sorry, Eddie.

He gets a head full of steam.

Don't worry.

How are you, Sally?

It's hard, you know?

I know.

You are looking after her, though?

It's not now that worries me.

Still...

Where will they be sending you?

Holy Island.

There's a bloody end of the world.

BELL TOLLS

We have quite a strict routine.
Most of it will be quite familiar.

St Benedict, without the reforms.

We sing the opus dei
for six hours a day,

and the rest of the time
we do farm work.

You can join in when
and where you want.

Are you vegetarian? No.

You should tell the cook.

I can't promise steak and chips,

but we shall do our best
to get you some proper food.

We've made up a cell for you.

The Archbishop wants you to relax,
doesn't he?

And contemplate.

Contemplation I can promise.

Relaxation might be better suited
to the south of France.

HE LAUGHS

What made you laugh?

It all seemed so absurd.

I'd outgrown everything.

All that nonsense
we were taught at Kirkham.

I just...didn't believe anymore.

I think that disappointed you
more than it did me.

Yeah. I don't know why, though.

I just got used to you
in your clerical robes, I suppose.

Doesn't make much sense, does it?

No.

Emotions rarely do, though.

But you're back here now?

Yes.

Yes, I am.

Excuse me, sir.

A Mr Dawson to see you, sir.

So, it's Eddie again, is it? Yes.

I feel about 16 again.

To all intents and purposes,
you are.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I have very little experience
of anything.

You've done a bit of journalism.
Maybe I could help?

Haven't I lost my novelty value?

No, I think you've probably
just gained, actually.

Bobby, um...

there's something
I wanted to ask you.

You're the only person I can ask,
really.

Sex?

Well...

Women in general.

HE LAUGHS

Well, I can only tell you
what works for me.

Begging's usually quite good!

If not that, then a drink.

It makes me bolder
and them less fussy.

And if the worst comes to the worst,
I have a secret weapon.

Really? I fire blanks.

What do you mean?
I can't father children.

My sperm don't swim too well.

Oh, I am sorry. Can't you get
something done about it?

I give them as much practise
as I can. I didn't mean to pry.

Don't worry about it.
It's a hell of a chat-up line.

Wilson's about to resign.
Finish your drink, call me tomorrow.

Oh, and Eddie...
Get yourself some new clothes.
You look like a refugee, mate.

Come on, just be a second.

Excuse me?

I thought it was you!
I almost didn't recognise you
in your disguise.

Yes. Yes, sorry.

Listen, I just wanted to say
thank you, and to let you know
my troubles are over.

Oh, yes.

Good, good. I am glad.

Look, we're in the phone book. Why
don't you give us a call sometime?

Yes.

Yes, I'll do that.

Bye. Bye.

Oh, hello. I'm Eddie Dawson.

Jenny...the monk's here.

THEY LAUGH

OK, well, what kind of car
have you got?

Mercedes Benz. I rest my case.

Look, I was always told that
it wasn't the size of the ship,

but the motion of the ocean.

That's a rumour put about
by men with tiny penises.
That's nonsense, Cilla.

David, help me out here. BMW?

I'm the exception that proves
the rule. Sorry, Henry.

And what about you, Eddie?
Do you drive?

I haven't got a car.
God, you must be hung like a horse!

THEY LAUGH

Eddie, what are you going to do now?

I'm hoping to get into journalism.

David should be able
to help you there.

An old school friend's got me
an interview with a local paper.

Really? Where? Beaconsfield
Gazette. What the hell's that?!

Where's Beaconsfield,
for God's sake?

Obviously going to Kirkham
doesn't count for much these days.
Why journalism?

Eddie wrote a couple
of articles what he was a priest.

Oh, yes. Monk Dawson,
the turbulent priest.

Henry, didn't you go
to a convent school?

No, darling, that's for girls.

That's my point, Cilla! I mean, it
just isn't healthy! I turned out OK!

You know, I thought I knew the name.

Good column. Shifted a lot
of papers. Look, anyway,
I went to the other place.

David, you can do better
than Beaconsfield?

Eddie, come up and see me.
I'll see what I can do.

I heard something deliciously
perverted the other day.

Harry and Roddy were strolling
through Hyde Park...

What, you can't be in the park
having sex?

INDISTINCT CHAT CONTINUES

Not too impressed with my friends,
are you?

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to seem stand-offish.

Don't worry. You're the only person
who made any sense all evening.

Can I help?

Good God, no.
Nanny'll do it in the morning.

I'm sure you don't realise
how shallow most people can be.

Well, I have heard their confessions.

Why do you see those people?

I've got to see somebody.
I'm not a nun.

Yes, but aren't you in love
with anyone?

It's not as easy as you may think.

I say, David, something for your
gossip column up here.

RAISED VOICES FROM NEXT ROOM

< Do you understand what I'm saying?

< Any more of that and you're off!

Mr Dawson? Yes?

Eddie, mate. Come in.

Sit down, mate.

Well, our readers aren't too bright.

They're either thick and inbred
like Henry Poll,

or think they know everything
like that stupid mid-Atlantic cow
the other night.

However, they do have money,
money and influence.

See, I see you as giving them
a new kind of moral dimension.

I'd be writing features?

Yeah, you know, comment
on moral issues, religious affairs,

nothing too frightening.

Would you change much?

No, just sub it, take out
a few big words here and there.

That'd be all. So what do you think?

Sounds fine.

Good, welcome aboard.

Hello, Henrietta.

Mummy said if you wait
in the drawing room,
she'll be down in a minute.

Thank you.

So what about you?

Have you ever been in love?

No.

What? Not even with Theresa Carter?

No. How did you know about that?

I know all about that.

You look nervous.
I am nervous.

Would you like something to eat?

Erm...that wouldn't help.

What would help?

I'm not sure...
this is all a bit new to me.

Would you like to go to the bedroom?

Jenny...I don't think I can do this.

You always tell the truth don't you?

I'm not in a position to lie.

Ah, Hugh.

My dearest, dearest child!
Sweety darling!

Oh, ho-ho! And this must be Edward?
Hugh Stanton.

Great pleasure!

Come on, there we go!

In we go, everybody in!

You can say what you like about
the great schools of this country,

these days it's rather fashionable
to be denigratory about them.

But chaps, you see,
they had to keep warm!

Oh, yes, in my day nobody
cared very much about what went on
after lights out.

A dormitory can be a damn cold
place, mine was like a bloody igloo.

Oh, yes, the port, superb.

You know, you're the first chap
that Jenny's brought down here

since Matthew died.

I loved Matthew dearly, you know.

Brother's son and all that.

He was a bad 'un, no doubt about it.
Oh, yes.

In my day
he'd have been called a blaggard
or maybe something even worse.

I always thought Jenny
deserved something better.

So...you take care of her old boy.

Yes. yes, I'll.

Oh-ho! Oh, my dear.

And how are the little
sleeping beauties?

Sleeping beautifully, Uncle.

CHOKES: Where are my pills?
Patterson?

My pills, man.

You already took them, sir.

No, my God help me.

Regrettably so, sir,
regrettably so.

You know, I sometimes wonder
who's master here.

I'll leave it young Matthew
and sack him as soon he inherits.

After the first time
it just got easier and easier.

Matthew was never faithful to me,
I know that.

I even fell in love
a couple of times.

Why didn't you leave him?

Money, the children, not sure.

I was never in love long
enough for it to matter.

So, was it a relief when he died?

Yes, he was still treating me
like a penitant.

I'm sorry.

You little rascal!

One day all of this is going to
belong to little Matthew.

So this would've gone
to your husband?

Yes, it's ironic really.

Why's that?

I was seeing someone,
I'm not quite sure.

So, your son's going to
inherit all this? I know.

Don't you think...?

I think people would be happier
if things were left as they are.

You do love me, don't you, Eddie?

Of course.

Then say it.

I love you.

You've changed me, Eddie,
I'm not like that anymore. I know.

'I never realised how much Dawson
cared for Jenny.

'He was in love for the first time,
and it seemed that nothing
in the world could separate them.'

ELIZABETHAN MUSIC PLAYS

GASPS

LAUGHTER

Jenny! Come and have a dance.

Come on, Bobby's got to see you.

Zillah, I don't believe
a word of it.

It's true. Ah!

Oh, look,
the friar has got some holy wine.

Unholy port, I'm afraid.

Can't you bless it, make it holy?

I can say mass, if you like.

Excellent. Black or white?

Black, please!
I've already been two a white one.

Black it is then, friar.
What do you need?

Eddie's going to see a black mass.
Come on, what do you need.

Come on, bread.

Well, we need a naked woman,

and, er... Preferably a virgin.

I can't.

Does not getting any for a
while count?

It has to be a woman, Henry.

Is that all you need? Yeah.

And then you'll do it?

Of course not. It's a joke.

Why? Would it upset you?

No.

Then why don't we do it?

Because we still need a naked woman.

Well, if that's all you need,
Eddie...

For God's sake, Jenny.

It was your bloody idea.

Bobby, don't you want
to see me naked?

I'm here!

LAUGHTER

Oh, my God,
he's really going to do it.

Don't do this, Eddie.

UNDER HER BREATH: Jesus!

Well, our vicar's never done that.

Is that it?

Good God!

BACKGROUND LAUGHTER

What the fuck were you thinking,
Eddie?

Bobby...

My only friend. The only one...

And you won't have me
around for much longer.

What you mean?

I'm going to Rome.
Vatican City correspondent.

LAUGHTER

The Vatican?

Congratulations.

I thought it was you.
Don't you recognise me?

Theresa.

Theresa.

Get out of this, Eddie.

Come on, let's go.

Jenny...

I love you.
Let's get married, have children.

Eddie, you need to do it when we're
having this much fun.

QUIET SOBBING

I'm sorry, Eddie.

I'm so sorry.

It's fine. Yeah.

Do you have any ideas
about other articles?

A few, yes.

It's just that there is something
I know our readers want to know.

What's it like?

You know, what's it like to be
celibate?

And then what's it like,
er - how can I put this? -

discovering the sins of the flesh?

Well, I... I...
I'm not sure that I... Come on,
Eddie, you know what I mean.

You're living with Jenny Stanten,
for Christ's sake!

You don't get up a skirt like that
when your tool's been doing
a Rip Van Winkle.

What exactly do you want to know,
David?

Our readers want to know
what it's like.

You used to be celibate,

and now you're living with one of
the most desirable women in London.

I mean, excuse me,
but there has to be a difference.

Well?

Jenny?

Jenny?

PHONE RINGS

'Hello?' Jenny?

Eddie?

'Jenny, where are you?'
At the airport.

Are you going somewhere? What?

Where are you going?

Rome, darling.

I never....
PHONE BEEPS

Listen, I've got to go now.
I've got to go.

Oh, God!

Rome...

'The pain caused by my affair
with Jenny was to run deeper than

'any of us could have imagined.'

Did you love her?

Yes.

Yes, I'm sure I did.

Were you happy?

For a while, yes.

Did you love her?

Yes, I did.

And did it make you happy?

No.

Licence.

I apologise
if the way we live shocks you.

The state of emergency was your
Government's decision, not ours.

What's you role at the newspaper?

I'm supposed to give it
a moral dimension.

If you print half of what he says
I'll be surprised.

DOG BARKS

You'll have to excuse my nephew,
Mr Dawson.

You used to be a priest, didn't you?

Yes. What happened?

I lost my faith.

That's not what I heard.

I heard you were too radical
and the Church lost you.

If that's what you heard,
why did you ask?

I like to hear both sides.

You're a journalist,
you ought to understand that.

There was more to it
than my radicalism, Father Moran.

Was there?

I'm a bit confused, Mr Dawson.
Your articles are like sermons.

A little more worldly, perhaps,
but sermons still.

You're trying to solve
people's problems.

And what about you, Father?
Are you frustrated
at being a priest? Maybe I am.

And that's why you speak out?
Liberation theology?

I've no problem with that. If more
priests spoke out in politics

maybe there would be less injustice.
The mess in Ireland

wasn't caused by us,
it was caused by you.

You can't ignore us politically.

Do you condone the bombings?
Course he does. >

It's the only time you Brits
take any notice of us.

No, no, Fergal, the man's
got a point. I'm not condemning
and I'm not condoning.

I speak out when I see injustice.

To you, the nationalist community
is just a big security matter.

All I ask is for you to talk to us.
That's all.

Are you going to print that?

Yes.

I'll believe that when I see it. OK.

Tell me what you want
us Brits to hear?

I hope you find what you want.

I'm doing what I want.

I don't think you are.

Goodbye, Mr Dawson.

I look forward to your article.

You come back and see us, Mr Dawson.

Brits like you are always welcome,
so you are.

NEWSREADER: 'Condemnation
of Mr Nieve's assassination
was almost universal.

'Only the prison rights campaigner
Father Brendan Moran

'was equivocal on the subject.'

The election is seen
as an irrelevance

by the Republican community.

We are actually disenfranchised.
We have no say over our own affairs.

Terrorism is the natural
result of this.

'But do you condone
the bombing in London, Father?

What you must understand
is that the community here

see the situation as war,
not just some troubles.

The British government has got
to talk, to listen to us.

You promised me you'd change nothing,
David.

You're being very naive here, Eddie.
I've got a newspaper to run.

Thousands of people depend on me
for their jobs and security.

A newspaper like ours
has to be responsible.

Your article wasn't
in anyone's best interest.
So you just rewrote it?

Would you have changed it? That's
not the point. It IS the point.

You had no right to do that.

I had every right!

If you were a professional

instead of some
upper-class dilettante playing
at this, then you'd understand.

I am not having this newspaper
run for the benefit

of crackpot ideologies
and republican scum.

Now get out of my office!

CAT WAILS

MUFFLED MUSIC AND SHOUTING

'London was a lonely
place for someone like Dawson.

'By betraying him,
Jenny and I had robbed him

'of two of the people
he'd cared for most.

'It was then that my world
began to turn on him.'

PHONE RINGS

ANSWER MACHINE: 'We can't come
to the phone right now

'so please leave a message after
the tone and we'll call you back.'

Leave it.

'Eddie, its Bobby.
Long time no see and all that.

'Look, we're having
an election-night party,

'next Thursday, obviously.

'And we'd like you both to come,
so, please, if you can. Bye.

ANSWER MACHINE BEEPS

You know, our sex would be
a lot better

if you weren't
thinking of someone else.

SEAGULLS CRY

So, did you ever love her, Eddie?

Maybe.

But for all the wrong reasons.

So why did you marry her so soon?

Because I needed her.

What are you offering
the voters in Leeds, Mr Kelly?

CLAMOUR OF QUESTIONS

This election gives us
a stark choice.

If this country
votes in a Tory government

we'll be left with
rampant capitalism.

The wealth of this country will be
taken away from the people

and handed over to the Tories'
fat-cat friends

in the city of London.
That's all I've got to say.

CLAMOUR OF QUESTIONS

'.. the Tories' fat-cat friends
in the City of London.

'Stop, close inverted commas.'

Mr Kelly is persuasive,
charismatic, even. Stop.

He raises a pertinent question,
colon:

could the election split
this country?

Stop. End there. Got that? OK.
See you in London.

Eddie, I probably won't see you
tonight if you're working late,

but I'll be at Ben's
if you need to get in touch. Mm.

Eddie?

Sorry?

For God's sake!

Fucking Allenby!

What the hell do you think
you're doing, David?

Eddie, mate,
there's a meeting going on here.

But you've changed the whole thing,
David. How could you do that? Go on.

Sit down, Eddie.

I can do what the hell I like.

You read your contract. We've been
through this whole thing before.

But you've changed the whole slant.
You can't just expect me to go out

and do your dirty work for you.

No, you're right, I can't.

In fact, I won't any more.

I've put up with your moralistic
bollocks for too long.

Now, you can clear out your desk.
What about the election?

The election's over for you, mate.

You're fired.

DOOR SLAMS

RUNNING WATER

SHE GURGLES

SHE CHUCKLES

SOBBING

SHE GASPS

Jesus, Eddie, you scared
the life out of me!

What are you doing here?

I'm not working tonight.

You've got yourself fired, haven't
you? How could you be so stubborn?

Great, Eddie, drink yourself
out of the problem, why don't you?

Why don't you ever
think about anyone else?

Why don't you ever think about me?
What about us?

Why did you even marry me, Eddie?
Because I love you.

You don't. You never did really, did
you? You just took pity on me.

Theresa...

..that isn't true.

I'm going out.

I can't love you, Eddie.

Not when you hate yourself.

Oh, look who it isn't.
Brother Eddie.

Wouldn't have thought you've got
much to celebrate tonight.

Hello, Bobby. Eddie, glad you could
make it. Hey, how you doing? Hello.

Let me get you a drink.

REGGAE MUSIC PLAYS

Hi, how are you? Good to see you.

Thank you. Where's Theresa?

She phoned early to say
she wasn't coming.

How is she?
Fine, she's...she's fine.

I thought you were on
election duties, old boy?

TV: 'Conservative, 20,317.

'Mrs Thatcher will be delighted
to hear that.'

PARTY-GOERS: All right!

I think she's marvellous. I agree.

Of course, 200 years ago, they
would've burned her at the stake.

But I voted for her, of course.

I give you tomorrow's front page.

CHEERING

Well done, David. Good news.

Phwoar, Jenny's looking tasty
tonight. Very...seduceable.

Wouldn't you agree, Eddie?

Eddie and I had a little falling out
earlier today.

Excuse me. ..Eddie, wait.

What's wrong? I shouldn't have come
tonight, Jenny.

Come here.

DISCO MUSIC PLAYS

You look as unhappy as I feel.

Eddie, I know you can never forgive
me but Bobby is your best friend.

DISCO MUSIC PLAYS

Is Bobby happy?

Ignorance is bliss.

Oh, God, what a mess.

Very English.

Very Catholic.

No, don't, don't...

CHEERING

SHE SOBS

Eddie. You leaving so soon?
The party's just beginning.

Er... Where's Jenny?

Come on!

I'm back.

It's Father John.

CHORAL SINGING

Father John...Dawson.

Father John Dawson.

Father John Dawson,
Cheyne Walk, Chelsea.

HE SOBS

BELL CHIMES

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

Good God,
you can get out of here for a start.

This is God's house,
not a doss house...

My good Lord, Father.

TV: 'And here comes the new
Prime Minister.

'She's just come directly from her
audience with Her Majesty the Queen

'at Buckingham Palace
and is arriving
at Number 10 Downing Street.

'We're going to try and get
a word with Mrs Thatcher.'

Theresa?

THATCHER: 'The words of St Francis
of Assisi which I think are really'

just particularly apt
at the moment.

Where there is discord,
may we bring harmony.

Where there is error,
may we bring truth.

Where there is doubt,
may we bring faith.

Theresa?

Theresa? Oh, Jesus Christ.

Theresa?

Oh, fuck! Oh, shit!

Come on.

Theresa! Oh, no, Theresa!

Oh, Theresa-aa-aa!

Does God forgive Theresa, then?
Why shouldn't he?

It was suicide, wasn't it?

The sinning was mine.

If God can forgive me
for what I did to Theresa,

then he must be able to forgive her.

And what about me?

I don't want...God's forgiveness.

I want yours, Eddie.

You have it. You know you have it.

I set myself... I set US
very high standards, didn't I?

Perhaps too high. I know that now.

Don't you get frustrated
sometimes here, though? I mean...

you could be doing more on
the outside, surely?

You can't measure my prayers
on any outside scale.

Eddie... I've found my God here.

I don't need anything more.

BELL CHIMES

You'd better go.

How is he?

A bit thinner, perhaps. But well.

Is he happy?

Did you tell him?

He was calm. Contented.

I couldn't tell him, Jenny.

ENGINE STARTS

'I don't think I'll ever see him
again.

'To him, faith was something
bigger than the world.

'To me, it was just an obstacle.

'I've thought about Dawson a lot
since that day.

'Perhaps he was ruined by my world.
He was always too good for it.'

MUSIC SOARS

Mrs Stanten?

I just wanted to
offer my congratulations,

you must be very proud of Eddie.

I am. Thank you.

Of course, there was a time
when theology at Oxford meant
only one possible career.

Well,
he won't be going down that path.

Not if I have anything to do
with it.

This is Eddie's godfather, Bobby.

Winterman. So you've got over your
distaste for returning? Not entirely.

Well, if you'll excuse me.
Again, my congratulations.

His father would be very proud.

Yeah.

Yes, he would.

# I'm gonna find a way

# To achieve

# A life with no more want

# And no more need

# To this great, wide world

# We can bring compassion

# With a helping hand

# Work for love everlasting

# I've got to find a way

# To believe

# Repair a broken heart,
a love reprieved

# Every thought's a thrill

# I can sense this vision

# Growing clear with every... #

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