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Peter's not over there, is he?

Well, he never stays away for long, does he?

Has Peter ever mentioned

where he goes when he runs away?

Alice, you don't think that Joe could...

You'd love that, wouldn't you?

Bishop McNally, he is the favourite.

He will be the next Archbishop of Sydney and eventually Cardinal.

Your time will come.

You want me to become the church psychiatrist?

There is one priest, initially.

If I have something to deal with, Jack, then so do we all.

We're looking for a 13-year-old boy.

Ask him where he is.

Peter!

There's a body in Manly Dam.

H-his body. Somebody did it to him.

I-I know who it was.

Right, Miss, move along, please. OK.

Alright, last one. Let's go.

Hi, Tom. Brother.

David.

They, ah, they think he went swimming and got into trouble.

Is, ah, Joe here?

He's been in there all night.

Finton's in his room, David, if you want.

Go on, mate.

Hello, Tom. Father Andrassi.

I'll go and make her a cup of tea.

Joe.

Oh, Joe, give me the bottle.

You don't need that.

Hey, you know something? What?

Your... What?

Your God is bullshit.

Bullshit!

You heard of Dinosaur Junior?

Shit about your brother.

♪ Seeing the doctor, are you?

♪ But I seen too much to try you... ♪

That's OK.

Stay.

He was on the swimming team at school.

We have medals.

It doesn't make any sense.

Your Eminence, the boy from Saint Venable's was found dead.

He was drowned. How old was the boy?

13, Your Eminence. How terribly sad.

There's been an incident at Saint Venable's.

A student's drowned.

In the school grounds? No.

Who's our black and white there, John?

Marco Andrassi.

How's he going? Will he be up to it?

Marco's a good priest.

He'll manage this.

Some of you may know the sad news

that a member of our school community, Peter Kelly, of 7W,

passed away at the weekend in a tragic accident.

Peter was a bright and thoughtful boy,

a talented cricketer and altar boy

and will be greatly missed by us all.

Our thoughts and prayers go out to his family,

and in particular, to his brother, Finton,

who is a member of our Year 12 student council.

Will you please join me in a moment's silent prayer

for Peter Kelly and the Kelly family.

Before we delve into

the mysteries of the passengers of a C1-19 flying boxcar,

I thought we could spend some time remembering Peter Kelly.

What a tragic loss.

Does anyone have any memories they wish to share?

Rivers? How did he drown, Brother?

Did he hit his head or...

I don't think we need to discuss details.

But Peter Kelly was an ace swimmer. It's too weird.

I said we wouldn't dwell on details.

It was an accident. There's no use being morbid.

How do you know it was an accident? I choose to ignore that, Mr Darcy.

Peter was your classmate and a friend to many of you.

Does no-one have anything that they want to say?

No?

OK, well, my memory of Peter was during the fun run for the Bishop,

when he stayed behind to help his classmate,

even though that meant he'd come last.

That's the sort of special boy Peter Kelly was.

Such a senseless waste.

Harrison, you've got something?

Does anyone want to swap this ice pole? I don't like lime.

Maybe you'd like to go to the headmaster.

No, Brother. No? Open your books.

Like that?

It's so good!

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Elliot!

He's bleeding. Come back!

Hello, Father. Dr Allen.

Oh, you're Mr A.

I'll... I'll just call Bishop McNally

and say that we know each other and this is just not appropriate.

Is that necessary, Tom? I mean, I know you.

I trust you're professional.

And frankly, I'd prefer if we could get this over and done with today,

unless you have a problem talking to me?

No, no, course not. Course not.

You sure, then? OK, well, please come in.

Take a seat over there. Thanks.

So these these fainting spells,

there's no apparent neurological reason for them?

The doctor said it's a funny one.

Well, not for you, I bet. How often do they occur?

Once every few months.

Have you noticed anything that triggers them?

Well, they often come just as I'm robing for mass.

Not always, but the last time was. Well, the second last time.

The last time was at Alice Kelly's house.

And do you remember what you were thinking about

just before it happened?

I was thinking about Peter.

How scared he must've been, out in that black water,

no-one around for miles.

I could feel it building up.

I can't do anything to stop it.

Well, it sounds quite terrifying.

Well, you don't complain.

OK, so just go back a bit.

You just said, "There's nothing I can do to stop it."

Do you feel like you should be able to control it?

When I'm at the altar, I am in persona Christi.

Do you know what that means?

I am Christ.

So for a section of the congregation,

when they see their priest drop to the floor like that,

it's like Christ falling from heaven.

Of course I want to control it.

But my life, it's not my life to control.

Did you know that Peter was frightened of his father?

I had an abusive parent.

I know that fear.

We talked about it a lot, Peter and I.

The sense of hopelessness he felt.

Oh, that poor, poor boy.

Sorry.

I want you to know that when you're feeling small and alone,

I'm here to protect you.

You understand that?

Right now, I can see your spirit is wounded.

The Holy Spirit's trying to heal you

but the pain is too great for you to let him in.

Let him in through me, Elliot.

Let the Holy Spirit take these feelings of fear.

Let them flow away.

Hurry up, boys! Off your cocks and into your socks!

I had to get out of there, hey.

Dad's pissed. Mum's fully lost it.

Oi, Fin, mate?

You don't have to run out, you know. No, I'm good, mate.

Feel like decking someone. Right on.

We're not equipped to deal with this, Colin.

Father Joyce needs professional care in a proper facility.

I'm not... I'm not deaf, you know.

You believe in the body as infirm as well as triumphant, Bishop McNally?

Suffering and pain are a gift for life's journey,

as they were a part of our Lord's, not to be tucked away.

I don't doubt your courage, Stan.

I just worry that your brother priests are not the carers

for you at this time.

Do we have a session today, Anthony?

OK, Anthony, what's wrong? I did what you said.

You said, "Tell them, they'll understand," so I do.

Now they're retiring me.

Sending me to the hospital for bad priests.

You're not a bad priest. I know that.

They're taking my collar.

What do I do now?

Who am I now? Look, look, this is not right.

I'm going to speak to Bishop McNally, OK?

No, you've done enough!

I should have just gone to confession.

Thanks for meeting with me.

John, I've just had a visit from Anthony Donoghue, and he says that

you're sending him to a "hospital for bad priests"?

What? What does that mean?

It's a retreat, Tom. It's very pleasant.

Well, he thinks you're taking his priesthood away from him.

I couldn't do it even if I wanted to.

Laicising a priest is a very complicated matter.

Anthony knows that.

Look, all I know is that a patient of mine has taken a big risk

coming clean with you and now he feels like his therapy

is being used as a punishment.

I'm really not very comfortable with that.

Father Donoghue was under our care.

We have to be able to make decisions about his welfare and fitness

without censure or consultation. Do you understand me?

Yeah, I'm starting to.

Can I tell you something in confidence?

I'm in a fight for my life, Tom.

There are dark forces at work in the church,

the like of which you've got no idea.

Forces that would like nothing better

than to take us back to Mediaeval times,

extinguish the light of Vatican II.

I need men like you in my corner,

men who understand what it is to be human,

with all our promise and frailties,

men who can help me bring about real and lasting change.

Because I fear what the future holds if I fail,

and another takes my place.

Bishop Quaid, might I introduce you to Signor Massimo Drago?

May I kiss your ring, My Lord?

Mr Drago organises pilgrimages to the Vatican.

I see.

He seeks an official blessing for this venture.

You are Opus Dei yourself, Signor Drago?

Yes, My Lord. Count on my blessing.

Thank you, My Lord. My uncle works for the Health Department.

Tell My Lord what his duties include, Signor.

He quarantines public buildings for infectious diseases.

He was telling me he had to close down some public toilets recently

because of suspected tuberculosis.

Anywhere the drug users congregate, you will find infectious disease.

Like the needle exchange? Certainly.

For how long are these facilities quarantined?

A day, a week, indefinitely.

Until the complaint is full investigated, My Lord.

You know, it only takes one phone call

for him and he can go in there.

Two phone calls, it can be closed down permanently.

Tell your uncle he's doing God's work.

That's terrible! What is that? No, what's it called?

No, no, no, no, that's shocking.

Bananarama?

Hey, Davo! Grab Finton too, will ya?

Dad? I'm thinking of Bernadette for my confirmation name.

Fin, your Mum asked me to pick you up.

Hop in the back, you two.

Seatbelt, Miss. Yep.

Hey, you coming in to see Mum, Mr Allen?

I wasn't planning to. Could you, though?

Sure, mate.

Any history of bullying?

Not that he told me.

Did your son feel in any danger before the accident?

It's not an accident, is it?

That's what the note says and it makes sense.

Peter was a good swimmer. He wouldn't just drown.

I'm only asking if he felt unsafe.

I noticed that Peter was reported missing earlier this year.

I wondered if there was a connection.

Peter ran away from home three times this year.

The last time he broke into a car.

Police held him in a cell overnight.

So, he's had some involvement in petty crime?

He was sleeping in the car.

Sure.

OK, then, leave this with me.

That's it?

Well, it's got my direct number on it if you have any questions.

Someone is saying my son was murdered.

Of course.

And I assure you, we have various lines of enquiry.

Like what?

I mean, don't you have lists?

People that have just gotten out of prison?

People that have done this sort of thing before? Strangers...

Most cases don't involve strangers.

There was a call,

the night your son's body was discovered,

hinting at this sort of thing. What?

Now the caller was a child who wouldn't leave his name.

So we're already looking into this, Mrs Kelly.

And it's complicated.

But that doesn't mean we won't take it seriously.

Alice, just...

Sergeant, do you mind if we make a copy of that note?

You the boyfriend?

No, I'm a family friend.

Do you often see this sort of thing? A note after a death?

Unfortunately, we see lots of pranks.

Pranks?

There are no suspicious circumstances to Peter's death.

Nothing at all that says murder.

99 times out of a 100 cases that note'll be attention seeking.

What about the phone call? 99 out of 100.

Someone called them?

When were they going to tell us about that? Who did that?

Well, despite that detective's attitude,

the police really are the best people to deal with this.

They're the professionals.

Peter wasn't scared of anyone, was he?

I have no idea.

I have no idea what was happening to my own son.

Alice, come on, you're a good Mum.

Except when I was fucking you!

When I was with you, I didn't care about being a mother.

Peter didn't have a mother.

That is not the situation. Wasn't it?

I took my eye off him, too busy waxing my legs

and fucking you in a motel.

And to see he was scared, scared for his life

and I wasn't there to listen. I wasn't there to hear.

Alice, come on.

This is disgusting.

I'm a grieving mother. Fuck!

And what about you, hey? Sniffing around again. Fuck, Tom!

Haven't we hurt each other enough?

Bishop Quaid, you have a visitor.

Send him in.

My Lord.

Hello, Mrs Morris.

Please. Thank you.

Coffee, tea? Oh, no, I've given up caffeine.

The bear pit makes me jittery enough.

Thank you, Father.

Now, how can I be of assistance?

Well, I was... I was hoping you might have a couple of minutes

just to talk about your comments on the needle exchange program.

Well, that article was rife with misquotes. I have apologised.

Mm. But many of my constituents don't know that,

and they've been phoning my office

and other members of my party's offices, and head office,

demanding that we end the trial,

because it's sinful and because it goes against the Pope's teachings

on drug addiction.

Now, whatever personal beliefs we have, this is saving lives,

and it's a policy achievement my government is proud of.

Do you want me to apologise again?

Ah, no.

However, I was chatting with Bishop McNally

and he told me that you have another speaking engagement planned.

I'm a guest of the fellows of St. John's College.

Oh, yes, I went to St. Sophia, many years ago.

So I guess what I'm really hoping for is that you might consider

adopting a less um, a less vocal stance on this public policy issue.

You attend mass at St. Benedict's with Father Marcus, don't you?

I do, yes.

If Father Marcus were aware of an open sin, would you expect him

to be less vocal about that?

Ah, I might hope that he wouldn't let

a young person die unnecessarily for the sake of doctrinal purity.

Well, the Church is not a smorgasbord that one can pick and choose dishes

from, Mrs Wallace.

The Holy Father has spoken on the evils of drug addiction.

I'm merely following his teachings, as all good Catholics should.

I see. So you'll continue to be misquoted on this issue.

I apologise if that causes offence, Mrs Wallace.

Ah, you'll know if you offend me. No, no, thank you for your time.

We're out of milk.

Don't wait up, yeah?

Hey! The hell are you doing here?

What do you want, mate?

What do you want? You leave my wife alone, alright?

Yeah, get the hell out of here.

You forgot the milk.

And do you know where my goggles are?

Oh, and Mrs Kelly called when you were at the service station.

You got lost, did you?

Morning, David.

Oh, God!

Vincent.

Eminence.

You saw Margaret Wallace last night. Yes, why?

What in God's name did you say to her?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Bishop McNally received a very upsetting phone call this morning

from a representative of the Premier's Office.

He was told a senior member of our church

bullied the Member for Sydney.

That's ridiculous. I did not bully her.

Then how would you explain it? Oh, it was a misunderstanding,

but frankly, who cares?

Vincent. No, I'm outraged, John.

How dare they threaten a Bishop? Governments come and go.

We are eternal.

I don't know why we bother talking to them.

That attitude may work in the academy, Vince.

But this is the real world. We have to...

Bow and scrape?

You've never had a parish. You don't understand compromise.

But you do. That's enough.

This diocese is engaged

in some very delicate negotiations with the government at the moment.

I can't have them compromised, even for a misunderstanding.

Good.

I told Mrs Wallace that you'd have lunch for her today.

I'll go, Colin. We have a working relationship.

No, no, no, no.

This is Bishop Quaid's responsibility to mend this.

1:30.

As you wish, Your Eminence.

I think it's time I issue Signor Drago's blessing.

You still have his uncle's card?

Yes, of course. Leave it with me.

I'd like to ask a few questions of some of the boys.

This note could be a hoax, of course,

but I'm close to the Kelly family and I have to tell you,

Peter's mother is beside herself.

I thought if I looked into it I could at least put her mind off

the idea that her son was murdered.

You know I'm a trained psychiatrist, Brother,

so I'll know what to say to the boys.

Absolutely not. Brother?

As a trained psychiatrist, I would have thought

you'd know how completely inappropriate your request is.

I can't allow you to question the boys

without their parents' permission.

Well, perhaps you would give me some of the boys' home numbers

and I could talk to their parents.

Or you could leave it to the police.

Brother?

Brother Warner! Can I have a word?

Watch it, dickhead.

Bishop Quaid, as I was saying, I really am so glad you sought out

this opportunity to see some of this work that we're doing here.

Unfortunately, I can't show you the needle exchange because

the Health Department decided to close it down for some reason.

Can you believe it? Anonymous tip.

But we'll have it open by the end of the day. You know,

I think I figured something out about you, Bishop Quaid.

You've never known a drug addict.

Here we are.

G'day. G'day, Margaret.

How are you, Bob? Hanging in there.

Not too bad? Might take some of that.

Thank you kindly. Pasta today, eh?

That's the one. Looking good.

This is my friend, Bishop Quaid. Father.

Yes, they're prostitutes.

We try to get them back into education,

or reunite them with their families if we can.

The only real chance we get to talk to them is, um,

is at the needle exchange.

Bishop Quaid, my party has had a long relationship with the church.

But not all my Caucus colleagues are Catholic,

and many of them are uncomfortable with,

for example, the amount of money we're about to pledge to the Church

for education, with little or no public accountability...

I have absolutely nothing to do with the Catholic Education Office.

No, that is just an example. I only meant to say that, you know,

we can't assume

that this relationship will always be as strong as it is.

Mrs Wallace, for over half a century priests took an oath,

the 'Motu Proprio Sacrorum' antistitum.

It's an anti-modernistic oath to defend the church against

the modern world, the world in many ways your party represents.

Then, in 1965, my Church embraced your modern world

with the Second Vatican Council.

It was called the Guadium et Spes.

It was meant to bring in fresh air and sunlight into the world,

but instead, it has brought clouds and darkness,

as Pope Paul VI has said.

The tail of the serpent entered my church, and it has never left.

Mm, yes, I remember the Second Council, too.

A church of the world, not above it.

A church of the people, not those in power.

I felt I was living in the luckiest of all times

to be Catholic.

Yes, I fear you were deceived.

This fallen world cannot be God's plan.

Elliot.

Elliot, Elliot, Elliot.

Elliot! Oi! Elliot, come here.

Wait for me.

You wrote this note, didn't you?

No, Brother. Stop mucking around.

I recognise your hand-writing. What do you mean, Peter was killed?

This is really serious, Elliot.

If you know something, you have to tell me.

Who hurt Peter? He did.

I don't know what you mean.

Peter did.

Peter did what? Drowned himself?

But someone made him.

Bad as if they killed him.

Who made him, Elliot? Who made him?

Who made him? Who made him?

I don't know where your bloody goggles are, for God's sake.

Hey Joe. Ah, Jesus!

You fuckin' got her to a PNC meeting,

gone late, and then she come home. Joe.

Stinking, mate. Stinking of you.

Is it any wonder that I've been going out of my fuckin' brain?

Is it mate?

I can't fuckin' remember what... what he looks like.

I can't even remember my son. My son!

Come on, come inside. My boy.

No, just fuckin' leave me alone.

Fuck off! Fuck off.

You stay away, mate! You fuckin' stay away, OK?

Fuckin' dickhead.

I was told I'd bullied you. What?

Bishop McNally said you thought I bullied you?

That wasn't my intention.

Well, that's a misunderstanding with Bishop McNally,

because I never said that.

You didn't? No.

I've known addicts before.

Both my parents were drunks.

They left me at the age of 12, and I was homeless for a time.

In fact, if it wasn't for the love of Christ,

I might well have followed this path.

Surely, you must sympathise.

Not for one moment.

Thank you for lunch.

And they must never forget

our brothers and sisters taken from us by addicts.

John Zereb, 27.

Craig Perret, aged 31.

Excuse me, can I, can I? Excuse me.

John Miller, 32.

Sorry, can I get through? Sorry. Excuse me.

Brad Leary, 26.

Where's the Bishop?

Keep your voice down.

He owes me.

The Bishop owes you what?

What do you think, ya dumb prick?

What the fuck are you? Get off me!

Is it money you're after? Because I don't have any.

Is he down there?

You all think you're safe down there, but you're not.

Easy to break in. Go, or I'll call the police.

He's bad, you know. That Bishop. McNally.

He's a liar.

Fucked me right up.

What are you talking about?

At Colleton.

You know what happened at Colleton.

No, I don't know. You know.

You all know. What did he do to you?

Tell me. I don't know.

Well, you wanna have a wank about it.

Fuckin' priests!

Eminence, I was just threatened by a street prostitute in the cathedral.

The boy was clearly high on drugs,

but he said he'd made an appointment to see you, John.

Something about Colleton?

Anyway, I told him to come back tomorrow.

I shall let the local Police Commander know when I see him.

Can't have Bishops threatened.

So, he comes into the church...

Come in!

I spoke to Elliot Darcy, earlier.

He's saying Peter Kelly's death wasn't an accident,

and he knows who's responsible.

Close the door, please.

Name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

Contraband. Bless you, lad.

Might have to put my teeth back in.

What's this about a prostitute, Vincent? What's got into you?

I don't fully know, Stan. But it turned my stomach.

Tom Allen.

Tom, it's Brother Warner from school.

I spoke to the boy responsible for writing that note.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, there's ah, nothing to it, I'm sorry.

He made the whole thing up. Ah, attention seeking.

Peter's death was an accident. Accident?

Would you like me to telephone Alice Kelly?

No, I'll do it.

Thank you. Bye.

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