All language subtitles for Broken - S01E04_English [English] (SUBRIP)

-What did you do?
-I treated young women very badly.

You dirty, filthy beast!
You little horror!

[Peter] Look, she needs you, Michael,
and she needs to have total faith in you.

I mean, why would you destroy all that
just to clear your own conscience?

And I can't do that while I'm hiding
an inconvenient truth of my own.

There are four betting shops
in Hoar Cross Road.

No bank, no post office, no chemist,
but four betting shops.

Why four, when everyone
round there is skint?

In a week or two,
my boss is going to find out.

Please don't kill yourself,
and I will show you how to atone.

Promise me you won't kill yourself.

["I Think It's Gonna Rain Today"
by Nina Simone playing]

♪ Broken windows and empty hallways ♪

♪ A pale dead moon
In a sky streaked with grey ♪

♪ Human kindness is overflowing ♪

♪ And I think
It's gonna rain today ♪

[footsteps shuffling]

[panting]

-You were a bloody awful mother!
-And you, a horrible son!

To scream at your child like that!
To make your hatred so obvious!

Your bed, a disgrace!
You dirty little horror!

My dad's not here, 'cause life with you,
that was his purgatory.

You are here!

-What a hypocrite you are.
-Yeah! Hypocrite or no,

-I'd never destroy my own child!
-Not a child, a dog!

A dirty, stinking dog!

-Something wrong with you!
-It were no big thing.

Something seriously wrong with you!

If you don't want to see me again,
you tosser, fine!

Everyone said it! "That Michael
Kerrigan, what a headcase he is!"

-You were two sluts!
-You meant nothing, nothing to me!

Yeah, you were two sluts, you were!
You especially,

chewing all the way through it!

"Don't go near that prick,"
that's what we told each other.

Oh, yeah? What did you expect?

How can anyone have respect
for two little sluts like you?

All that ever mattered to you
was that!

Oh! Who wants to
bring up an arrogant child? Eh?

Slightest sign, you knock it out of them.

-Always at it.
-Trouble is,

you knock out confidence,
and ambition and pride

-and self-esteem!
-Always at it.

You made me a self-loathing wreck!

But that's okay,
'cause I was not arrogant!

[train horn blares]

[knocking on door]

-[Beth] Hi.
-Hiya, forgot my key.

Michael's here, Mam.

Hiya, Mam. Be up soon!
How is she?

Not good. She won't tell you that,
but she's not good.

-Right.
-Who won?

Guess.

-Bye, Mam! Bye.
-See you, ta-ra.

[Father Michael] It was the night
Joe played

in the Sheffield and Hallamshire final,
and those two coppers came for me dad.

He hadn't paid
a fine or something.

[feebly] Court order.

Anyway, the last thing our Joe sees
before he disappears up the street

is Dad getting marched down it
by these two coppers.

But they only take him to the bottom
and they let him go.

Anyway, Dad comes back and I said,
"Why did they let you go?"

And he says, "You can't get
blood out of a stone, son." [laughs]

But our Joe hadn't seen any of this.
He thinks Dad's in the nick.

So, we're up in the stands
at Bramall Lane,

me and me dad,
floodlights and everything.

And the teams come out.

And I'm desperate for Joe
to see that Dad's with me,

so I'm shouting out, "Joe! Joe!"

But-- But Joe can't see,
because of the floodlights.

He can hear me, but he can't see me.

So I start shouting,
"Me dad's here! Me dad's here!" [laughs]

And everyone in the stand's
looking round at me,

thinkin' what I'm going on about.

But I don't care,

just so long as our Joe don't have
to play the biggest game of his life

thinking me dad's in the nick.

"Me dad's here! Me dad's here!" [laughs]

[Chloe] Mum!

They're ruined.

-Where you going?
-[Leo] School.

-Without eating?
-I'll get something there.

Why did you tell him
to do the washing anyway?

-[Roz] Because he has to learn.
-But he can't even wash himself.

-Shut your face, right now!
-I'm not doing it any more,

and if you've any sense,
neither should you.

So he has to learn.

They have to learn.

-Where are you going?
-Work.

-What, you're not giving me a lift?
-[Roz] No.

Why didn't you say?

-Make sure everything's locked.
-[Chloe] What?

-[Jake] What's she doing?
-[Chloe] I don't know!

What are you doing?

[bells tolling]

Brothers and sisters,
let us acknowledge our sins.

And so prepare ourselves
to celebrate the sacred mysteries.

[man] You're a thief, Kerrigan.

A thief!

What is he, boys?

[boys chanting]
Thief! Thief! Thief! Thief!

Thief! Thief! Thief! Thief!

Thief! Thief! Thief! Thief!

A thief!

[chanting continues]

The school stopped asking me
for dinner money,

so I stopped asking my mam for it.

Went on for over a year,
and then they realised their mistake,

and asked me what I'd done
with all the money.

I said I'd spent it.

Better to be thought
a thief than a pauper.

[scoffs]

Yeah. Is that a sin?

I confess to almighty God...

[all]
And to you, my brothers and sisters,

that I have greatly sinned,
in my thoughts and in my words,

in what I have done
and in what I have failed to do.

Through my fault, through my fault,

through my most grievous fault.

Therefore, I ask blessed Mary,
ever-virgin,

all the angels and saints,
and you, my brothers and sisters.

Bernadette Jenkins is here.

She gets the results
of her scan Tuesday morning,

so she's asked us to remember her
in our prayers.

And Helen Oyenusi's with us
again today,

which reminds me to remind you
of tonight's candlelit vigil

outside Laurel Road Police Station.

All are welcome.
Including police officers, Andrew.

No implied criticism here.

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[phone rings]

Hello, Michael Kerrigan.

It's Roz Demichelis, Michael.

Oh, how are you?

Good, yeah, you?

-Yeah, I'm good, thank you.
-[microwave door closes]

What's that?

[Father Michael] Microwave.
I'm doing Singapore noodles.

Is there no end
to this man's talents? [laughs]

Listen, I can see
into my boss's office.

He's on the phone.

There's a cheque on his desk
for 1,900 pounds,

payable to Elaine Coombs.

But there is no Elaine Coombs.
Elaine Coombs is me.

If he's on to accounts,
and I think he is,

he'll be getting told that
there are well over 100 similar cheques

payable to Elaine Coombs.

All signed by me.

It totals £232,648.

I think he just said,
"I can't believe it."

[whispering] I think he said it again.

Now he's getting off the phone.

He's coming out, he's coming over.

So, yeah, so, um...
I think that would be--

[Jamie] Can I see you in the office, Roz?

-Yeah. Just finish this call.
-Yeah.

Not to put too fine a point on it,
Michael, but I am fucked.

Can I help?

-Can I come see you?
-Yes. When?

Well, he's gonna sack me,
so I've got the rest of the day free.

Unless he calls the police,

but I'm gonna ask him to defer that
to tomorrow. So...

This afternoon?

Yeah, three o'clock?

Yeah. I'll see you then.

Enjoy your noodles.

What is it?

[Jamie] I'm hoping you can
sort something out, Roz.

I'm praying you can sort it out.

[Roz] I'll do my best.

Take a look at this.

A cheque's been returned.

-Why?
-No date.

Who's Elaine Coombs, Roz?

Me.

At least one cheque a month.

All for just under two grand
so they don't need countersigning.

How much altogether?

-Didn't they tell you?
-They can only go back six years.

I assume you've been at it
longer than that.

Eight years altogether.

Two-hundred and thirty-two thousand,
six-hundred and forty-eight pounds.

Why?

-I'm a thief.
-No, no, no.

Why?

Why did you steal from me? What--

What made you do it?

-You want the truth?
-Yeah.

-The idiotic truth?
-Yes.

Coke.

[laughs]

No.

No, large gin and tonic,
you're off your head.

You snort 230K's worth
of coke, I'd notice.

It's gone, Jamie.

[scoffs] I lived the good life
for a while

-and now it's all gone.
-You're lying!

Oh, you look good, Roz.

You always look good.

But I don't believe you've spent
a quarter of a million on yourself

over the last few years.

You've lived in the same house since
the day you married that gobshite.

Your last holiday was a fortnight
in Windermere,

which doesn't exactly count
as an exotic holiday.

You've got a company car!

So where's all this money?

It's gone.

You pay me it back...

I don't phone the police.

You're sacked, yeah,
but no police involved.

You don't pay me back...

you go down, Roz,
and you go down for years.

And if you...
If you think it's worth it,

if you think you can just do a few years,

come out with 200 grand
stashed away somewhere,

well think again.

'Cause they'll be all over you
like a rash.

They'll go through everything, Roz.

Every penny you've spent,
every bloody postage stamp you bought!

They won't let you away with a carrot!

-They'll find nothing.
-And I'll do my bit too,

'cause I want my money back,
I want every single penny back.

And I won't rest till I've got it.

-I'll be watching you like a hawk.
-It's all gone, Jamie.

-It can't all be gone!
-Please, not my face.

Two-hundred and thirty grand she's robbed,
this thieving bitch!

Two-hundred and thirty grand!

Police, please.

Can I ask you to wait
till tomorrow, Jamie?

[Jamie] What?

-I've got things to do tonight.
-What kind of things?

-Things.
-Tough.

With the kids.

I have things with the kids.

[phone beeps]

Thank you.

Then he told them that I was
the thieving bitch who'd robbed

two-hundred grand off him.

And I wished he had punched me.

[Father Michael]
You think he's calling out there?

Yeah.

I do too.

There are lots of different versions
of the stations of the cross.

Some have Christ falling
three times, some just once, but...

some end with Christ entombed,
some with Him rising.

But no matter what version
you're looking at...

there's one that's never there,

and that's Christ calling out
on the cross, in despair,

"My God, my God,
why have you forsaken me?"

I think that's because
they can't handle it.

Christ, the Son of God, in despair.

[scoffs] What chance have we got?

But I'd always have that one.

He knew despair, he understands.

You know, one of the last
people he spoke to alive, Roz,

was a common thief.

He'll speak to you.

He'll be saying,
right up to the very end,

"Choose hope, not despair.

Life, not death."

[Michael sighs heavily]

Is there any way you can pay it back?

Have you got any money
tied up in the house?

No.

Convince the judge
you can pay it back.

You see, you'd be looking at three years
rather than four or five.

You do half, don't forget.
Get three years, that's only 18 months.

And it's white collar, so you'll spend
most of it in an open prison.

How do you know all that?

Internet.

[both chuckle]

I'm grateful, Michael.

I am.

But I'm not going to prison...

I'm afraid.

Why?

I mean, why now?
You've done the hardest bit,

you've faced him and told him.

No, that's not the hardest bit.

It's everyone knowing.

Neighbours, friends,
all wetting themselves with glee.

You said that you've lived
with shame, Michael, but you haven't.

It's guilt that you've lived with.

Guilt over the way
you treated those women.

Tell the world, and then that's shame.

[scoffs]

Did you tell him it went on machines?

-No.
-Why not?

I'd sooner him despise me than pity me.

Yeah.

Would you fuck me, Michael, please?

What?

I think you heard.

I can't. [scoffs]

I'm sure it would be
a wonderful experience, but...

I can't.

I'll be dead tomorrow,
so nobody would know.

I'll be dead tomorrow, so...

it's the least you can do.

It's the least any gentleman can do.
[laughs]

Yeah, well, I can't.

You get a lot of offers?

Yeah, a few.

You get more
wearing the collar though?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

[both laugh]

How were you going to do it?

We're here to talk about you, Roz.

-Was it a train?
-[chuckles nervously]

-Have you got your mobile?
-Yeah.

Put my number in, will you?

How were you going to do it?

My number is 07700900481.

Just give it to me again.

Yeah, 07700900481.

Right.

Phone me if you change your mind.

If at any point you change your mind,
early on, late on,

very late on, phone me,
and I'll get to you.

I won't change my mind.

Well, promise me if you do,
that you'll call me?

I promise.

Where will you do it?

At home, in my bed.

Will the kids find you?

No. No, they'll be at school.

My ex, Paul, is coming over,

he thinks to fix
the radiator in my bedroom.

-He'll find me.
-Please don't do it, Roz.

How many politicians have there been
caught with their fingers in the till?

They're worse than you,
'cause they're bloody hypocrites.

Laying down the law for others,
breaking it themselves.

They come out of prison
and throw themselves into penal reform

and campaigns for this,
that and the other.

Prison's the making of them, Roz,
and it can be for you.

Fight them. Fight those bloody
machines and go to prison

and come back out
and fight them again.

-I can't.
-You can!

You can.

Look, there's a meeting tomorrow
down at the council.

-You come along, and we'll--
-No, I can't.

Then let me tell someone about this.

-[stammers] Let me tell--
-No!

Will you join me in a prayer?

Yeah.

-Shall we?
-Yeah.

This is Roz Demichelis, Lord.

She doesn't know how much you love her,

how much she matters to you.

Can you find some way
of showing her?

-Thank you, Lord. Amen.
-Amen.

Phone me, Roz, and I'll get to you.

I'll get to you, Roz, I promise.

[Roz] You go to any food bank
and you ask them what they need most

and they'll tell you pasta.
It's cheap and nutritious.

You can feed an army.
Bit of pasta, bit of sauce.

How long's that now?

-Five minutes.
-Right. Is there any pink showing?

No.

That's the main thing.
You don't want any pink.

[Roz sighs] Open the sauce.

Pink inside a steak's fine,
but pink in a pan of mince is a no-no.

Right, pour the sauce in.

Put the whole thing in.

-Are you watching this?
-Uh, yeah.

I am no longer cooking for you,
do you understand that?

Get that straight.
I am not cooking for you.

-So what are you going to do?
-Chlo'll do it.

No, she won't.

She will be no man's skivvy.

So you need to watch how it's done, yeah?

-[Jake] Right.
-Right.

You think it's bad, yeah?

Yeah.

Well, wait till you taste his pudding.

[all laughing]

-[Roz] What are you doing?
-What?

-[Roz] For God's sakes!
-[Jake] What?

[sighs] You don't turn it on
until it's full

-and it's nowhere near full!
-Right, whatever!

Don't talk to me like that!

Running it when it's empty costs me money.
I'm the one that has to find that.

-It's not empty!
-It's virtually empty, look at it.

And this, this is just ridiculous.

Common sense should tell you
that that's just wrong.

-Why?
-Because...

spoons and forks should
face the same way.

If they face the same way
they take up less space

and we want this thing as full
as possible before we switch it on,

-because it costs money to run, right?
-Right!

So, spoons and forks the same way
in future, yeah?

[Jake] Yeah.

-And what's this?
-A plate.

-It's filthy. They're all filthy.
-That's why they're in there!

No, you rinse them before you put them in.
There's two reasons for that.

One, if you rinse them
before you put them in,

you don't clog the machine.

Two, we want it as full as possible
before we turn it on, yes?

Yes.

That's been established beyond
all reasonable doubt, right?

Yes!

So there's going to be dishes
in here overnight that are dirty.

I don't want them stinking up the kitchen.

Right!

[water running]

I'm so sick of this house.

And I'm sick of you and him
acting the eejit.

[knocking on door]

[sniffles]

-Yeah?
-[Jake] Can I come in?

Yes. [clears throat]

[Jake] What you doing?

Writing a letter to Auntie Jackie.

[Jake] She's on e-mail.

I know.

She likes getting letters.

I brought you this.

Thanks.

[clears throat, sniffles]

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

[exhales heavily]

Right.

[sniffles]

-Write.
-[Roz laughs]

I will.

[crowd singing]
♪ Amazing grace ♪

♪ How sweet the sound ♪

♪ That saved a wretch like me ♪

♪ I once was lost ♪

♪ But now I'm found ♪

♪ Was blind, but now I see ♪

[singing continues in distance]
♪ 'Twas grace that taught ♪

♪ My heart to fear ♪

♪ And grace my fears relieved ♪

♪ How precious did that grace appear ♪

♪ The hour I first believed ♪

[Father Michael] Thanks for this.

[Peter] So, how's the flashbacks going?

[Father Michael] Oh, I'm excelling myself.

Flash forwards these days...

to purgatory.

Cold wind, thin air,
people telling each other bitter truths,

purgatory as other people.

Thanks.

Someone in confession has told me
she's going to kill herself.

You believe her?

Totally.

I asked her if I could
tell someone about it, openly, I mean,

and, uh, she said no.

What can I do?

Is it imminent?

[Father Michael] Tomorrow.

And have you told her if she
changes her mind that she can--

Yeah, I've given my mobile number.

[sighs heavily]

I used to relish these prospects, Peter.

All those stories of Catholic martyrs
going to their deaths

before breaking the seal
of the confession.

Yeah, I'll have some of that. [scoffs]

They might even make me a saint.

-But I never envisaged this.
-No.

I see it now for what it is,
of course, the seal.

It's a sales pitch.

The best ever.
Every religion wishes it had it.

That's all it is,
a bloody sales pitch.

"Ten billion confessions heard,
not one revealed.

Buy now while stocks last."

Tell me I should tell someone.

I'm back on the sugar. [clears throat]

I know. It's pathetic, isn't it?

I just didn't want you to know.

Yeah. [chuckles]

You see, the thing is,
you could tell someone,

and that someone could intervene,
and the likelihood is,

is the next day
she might kill herself.

Only the next day, she doesn't have
the option to call you,

because guess what?

What?

[Peter] You've betrayed her.

-[Jake] See you, Mum!
-[door closes]

[whispers] Come in.

That's a good boy.

There we go.

That's my boy.

[kisses, sniffles]

Father, it shrunk!

It shrunk!

-Oh! Fantastic! [laughs]
-Oh!

Surprise, surprise.

Come in.

[Roz's mother] Why are you here?

I was hoping you would look after
Woody for me.

Who's Woody?

[laughs] The dog!

Why? Where are you going?

Work's really busy.
He's on his own too much.

[mother] What will I do with a dog?

I thought he could keep you company.

Do the kids not look after him?

[Roz] They're always out.

You can't just give their dog away.

He's my dog.

They won't even notice.

Will you take him or not?

It'd need walking.

Just for the toilet
and then a little run later.

It's no big deal.

-Where would I take it?
-Out the back field.

Will you stop saying "it"?

It's a boy.

How long for?

I'm not sure.

A while.

Will you come and see him?

He won't cost you anything.

[sighs heavily]

Whatever.

Can he stay?

Yes.

He sleeps upstairs, on the bed.
Is that all right?

-Are you sick?
-No.

Got a fella?

-So what's wrong with you?
-Nothing.

Make sure you take water up
to bed with you.

And don't feed him shite food,
or chocolate.

[Woody whines]

[phone rings]

-Hi.
-Where are you?

-Work.
-Nan's been on.

[over phone] You've given her the dog?

-Yeah.
-Why?

I don't want to look
after him anymore.

Well, I'll look after him.

[Roz] No, you won't, Chlo.

You'll do it for a week
and then you'll get fed up again.

-She says you're acting strange.
-I'm acting strange?

-What's wrong?
-[scoffs]

Nothing. Honestly.

Bye.

[woman] Are you going anywhere nice?

I hope so.

-What's the alternative?
-Anything.

-Well, what exactly? A Harvey Nicks?
-I dunno. A charity shop, anything.

Anything but another
bloody betting shop.

You wouldn't even get
a charity shop.

Look, there's four boarded up shops
there already. This'll be five.

Fine.

Better boarded up
than sucking the people dry,

because that's all they're doing.

I'm sorry, Father, but I'm getting
a little bit sick of this, actually.

-Is it all right if I speak my mind?
-Yeah.

Just forget your prayer
that you've said at the start.

-Oh. Please do.
-Okay.

Well, I'm sorry, but I'm finding all this
a little bit hypocritical, actually.

These machines are evil
when they're in our betting shops,

but they're fine when they're
in your social club, Father.

Two of them you've got.

I mean, if gambling was so bad,
then how come so much of it

goes on in your parish?

The spot the ball,
the bonus ball, the raffle.

You lose that, Father,
and you'd be skint, you know it.

Now, the firm I work for,
it employs 15,000 people.

That's 15,000 wage packets,
on top of rates,

corporation tax,
and God knows what else.

-You've got to see it's crucial, Father--
-First, I'm sorry I've upset you, Jean.

Second, the machines in Saint Nick's
are nothing like those in your shops.

Ours take ten pence coins,
yours take ten pound notes.

But we'll come back to this, Jean,
if it's okay.

Uh, this is Roz Demichelis, everyone.

Now, I hope you don't mind,
but I've invited her along today

because she can speak from...

personal experience on this matter.
So, er...

Isn't that right, Roz?

Yeah.

Yes.

[Michael clears throat]

I'm Roz. Um...

I'm 45. I have three kids.

[sighs heavily]

For the past eight years,
I've worked full time

as an office manager in Bolthurst's.

Before that, I was a stay-at-home mum,

which was nice.

I have a good life.

Had a good life.

Yesterday, my boss,

who's been a good friend to me...

found out that I took...

I've been taking, as in stealing,
from him and his company.

Two-hundred and... thirty-two thousand
six-hundred and forty-eight pounds

is the total that I've...

taken from him.

Stole from him.

I used the money,
the vast majority of it...

I put into, um...

to machines in betting shops.

Some of it was on online bingo,

but most of it, I'd say 200 grand,
it went into machines.

I grew up, went to school,
went to college, got a job,

got a house, had kids... got a dog.

I... [sighs]

I'm not anxious or depressed.

I don't... drink or snort coke.
And I'm not stupid.

I'm not the cleverest
person in the world.

But I have a B in O-level Maths,
and I know...

that the odds of feeding a machine
and coming out on top are very slim.

But that is what I did.

I just started, and I couldn't stop.

If you'd have told me
ten years ago, if you'd said

that I would wind up here,
I would have laughed in your face.

I suppose everybody has their thing.

The thing that makes them
feel something...

when they can't feel anything.

Or when they want to disappear.

And those machines,
they were my thing.

I cared more about them than anything.

And if my boss, my friend...

hadn't found out...

they would still be my thing.

That's it.

I mean, that's all, really.

[sighs] Just...

I would say, just don't think
that this is something

that happens to other people.

You know,
other people that aren't like you,

other people different from you.

It could happen to your kid, you,
your mother, your brother.

Just don't let them near them.

Because they are evil.

That's it really. That's all.

Just...

I don't really have anything else to say.

-Would it be okay if I leave?
-Yeah. [clears throat]

Yes.

[bells tolling]

Well?

Know-all.

You did it.

Central College, Garmoyle, please.

You broke all the rules.

Yes, put me through, please.
Thanks.

I'm only bending one.

Oh, hello. You have a student there
called Chloe Demichelis?

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ
and the love of God

and the communion of the Holy Spirit
be with you all.

[congregation] And with your spirit.

[Father Michael] Brothers and sisters...

let us acknowledge our sins,
and so prepare ourselves to celebrate

the sacred mysteries.

[congregation] I confess to almighty God
and to you, my brothers and sisters,

that I have greatly sinned
in my thoughts and in my words,

in what I have done
and what I have failed to do.

-Through my fault, through my fault...
-[inaudible]

...through my most grievous fault.

Therefore, I ask blessed Mary,
ever virgin, all the angels and saints

and you, my brothers and sisters,
to pray for me to the Lord, our God.

[Father Michael]
May almighty God have mercy on us,

forgive us our sins,
and bring us to everlasting life.

[congregation] Amen.

-[Father Michael] Lord have mercy.
-[congregation] Lord have mercy.

-Christ have mercy.
-Christ have mercy.

-Lord have mercy.
-Lord have mercy.

[Father Michael] I believe in God,
the Father almighty...

[congregation joins Michael]
...creator of heaven and Earth,

and in Jesus Christ,
his only Son, our Lord,

who was conceived
by the Holy Spirit,

born of the Virgin Mary,
suffered under Pontius Pilate,

was crucified, died, and was buried.

He descended into hell.

On the third day,
he rose again from the dead.

He ascended into heaven
and is seated at the right hand of God,

the Father almighty.

From there, he will come
to judge the living and the dead.

I believe in the Holy Spirit,
the holy Catholic Church,

the communion of saints,
the forgiveness of sins,

the resurrection of the body,
and everlasting life.

Amen.

-[Father Michael] The Lord be with you.
-[congregation] And with your spirit.

[Father Michael] Lift up your hearts.

[congregation]
We lift them up to the Lord.

[Father Michael] Let us give thanks
to the Lord our God.

[congregation] It is right and just.

[Michael and congregation]
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of hosts.

Heaven and Earth are full of your glory.
Hosanna in the highest.

Blessed is he who comes
in the name of the Lord.

Hosanna in the highest.

Through Him and with Him and in Him,

Oh God, almighty Father,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,

all glory and honour is yours,
forever and ever.

-Amen.
-[congregation] Amen.

[Father Michael] At the Saviour's command
and formed by divine teaching,

we dare say...

[Michael and congregation]
Our Father, who art in Heaven,

hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come, thy will be done
on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

[Father Michael] Deliver us, Lord,
we pray, from every evil.

Graciously grant peace in our days
that, by the help of your mercy,

we may be always free from sin
and safe from all distress.

[cries]

[Father Michael] As we await
the blessed hope

and the coming
of our Saviour, Jesus Christ.

[congregation] For the kingdom, the power,
and the glory are yours now and forever.

[Michael and congregation]
Lamb of God,

you take away the sins of the world,
have mercy on us.

Lamb of God, you take away the sins
of the world, have mercy on us.

Lamb of God, you take away
the sins of the world, grant us peace.

-[Father Michael] Behold the Lamb of God.
-[phone ringing]

Behold Him who takes away
the sins of the world.

Blessed are those called
to the supper of the lamb.

[Michael and congregation]
Lord, I am not worthy

that you should enter under my roof,

but only say the word,
and my soul shall be healed.

-[Father Michael] The body of Christ.
-[woman] Amen.

-The body of Christ.
-Amen.

-[panting]
-[phone beeps]

[Roz over voicemail]
I changed my plans, Michael.

Worried you might intervene.

Which would have been touching,
but misguided.

Bye, Michael.

[breathes heavily]

["Broken" by Ray Davies plays]

♪ We are lost ♪

♪ We are scattered ♪

♪ We're balmy and we're battered ♪

♪ We might be bruised
But we're not broken ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ We might be bruised
But we're not broken ♪