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We've been married four years
and I should know him by now,

but the man annoys me,

sitting in the garage with
his call-in radio so loud

I cant hear the television
in my own kitchen.

All those stupid people going on about
whatever pops into their pea brains.

And I know he's
smoking out there.

People talking
and dancing, and um,

wound up against
the wall with a boy.

And then we were holding hands,

and then moving to
the music. And, uh,

and then, uh, we were kissing.

Grinding. It freaked me out.

It's just a dream. How
old are you now, Henry?

Nineteen.

Still bothers you?

It recurs.

Can you give me one good reason
why I should bring her into a church

that says that she's
less than a boy?

It'll be here when you're gone.

That's it?

Well, that's a lot!
Use what you can use.

Is that an official Catholic
position? "Use what you can use?"

It's not.

And you didn't hear it from me.

I've been looking
for work a year now.

Going through the motions
out there. She knows it.

God help me, I almost hit Sarah.

Have you ever hit her, Lloyd?

No.

Why'd you come here today?

Hear you talk. Seem like a
man has an idea what's going on.

Thank you.

And Sarah made me.

A man as lazy as Miguel
can't have that many projects.

His new smoke eater--

Is there some
specific transgression

you would like
to talk about, Anita?

Where do I start, Father?

He's gonna have a stroke if he
doesn't listen to his doctor or his wife,

who still cleans an office
nights to make ends meet,

and has a hot meal on the
table every damn day, Father.

I ask Miguel, a man of some
age, to do only two things.

Pick up his dirty socks
and his wet towels.

Father, I have a long bus ride
home from a long day's work.

Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six, five, four.

In the name of the Father, the Son,
and the Holy Spirit, by the grace of God.

Bless me, Father. I have sinned.
My last confession was 19 years ago.

Welcome back.

I'd like to confess a sin
I haven't committed, yet.

Can I do that?

Well that's, that's
never come up. Uh--

What's the sin?

I'm going to kill
myself. On my birthday.

And I'm Aries, Father, so
I don't have a lot of time.

You there?

What I say here
stays here, right?

Between you and God.

There a time limit?

Um, no. I have to,

I have to say
mass in a half hour.

But if-if you're
not done by then--

Oh, I'll be done.

I was 12 the first time
my stepfather raped me.

I was... 13 when
I learned to like it.

Now you have
an appointment, Father.

And I'm done.

Do I know you?

That was, uh, I mean your, your
confession actually it's called, uh,

reconciliation these
days. Same thing.

Just tell me whether I'm
damned to hell or not, Father.

I'll leave you alone.

At this--

At this point,
normally I'd, I would--

We're out of time, Father.

I would, um, I would like to,

I would like to continue
talking if that's all right.

Are you there? Hello? Hello?

I started to write
a suicide note

and decided it
might not get read.

That's how alone I am.

And I'm Aries, Father, so
I don't have a lot of time.

Hello?

Hello, Helen.

Uh-huh.

I'm so sorry.

Yes.

I'll be down first
thing in the morning.

I can come right now
if you'd like. No?

Okay. All right, tomorrow.

Bye.

I'd like to confess a sin
I haven't committed, yet.

Glory be to the Father, and
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

As it was in the beginning, is now and
shall ever be, world without end. Amen.

Let the love of your family,
Ray, standing here with me,

and your extended family,
and your sea of friends,

and all those you
have touched in your life

speed you on your journey home.

Amen.

A-N-D-R-O-P-O-L-O-U-S.

Greek father,
Irish-Apache mother.

Fiery little pipe-cleaner
of a woman.

God bless her soul.

How did you find us, George?

I saw your sign.

There's no, uh, drinking
while you're here.

Had damn near a year of
sobriety once. I know I can do it.

When was that?

Seventeen years ago.

Well, you can stay up
to three months.

We have an employment
counselor that comes in once a week

and a social worker is
on staff. This is for you.

What's in it?

Toothbrush, toothpaste,
clean socks and underwear.

I haven't been treated this well
since I left the Merchant Marine.

Breakfast is at eight,
dinner is at five.

Sign up for the laundry
and the shower.

You're free to come and
go. Just don't drink, George.

Check.

Drink and we have
to say goodbye.

I won't let you down, Father.

This is the gospel of the Lord.

Thanks be to God.

Good evening,
St. Mary Magdalene's.

Happy St. Cyril Day.

Today is his feast day.

Not a very famous Saint.

He always lived in the
shadow of St. Patrick, I think.

Cyril was a member of a
group called The Solitaries,

who, um,

well, they lived lives of complete
chastity, poverty, sobriety.

It's no wonder the
Irish didn't adopt him.

I-I like to, uh, I like to study

the saints that are less famous.

The ones that didn't
get their own day.

Have you ever heard
of St. Hubert the Silent?

Yeah, he was,

well, he was so silent
none of us know about him.

Or, St. Richard the Whoremonger?

Not making this up.

The Catechism of the
Catholic Church defines a saint

as a person who has
lived an exemplary life.

I'd like to confess a sin I haven't
committed, yet. Can I do that?

Let's think for a moment
about where we are right now.

How Mary Magdalene
purportedly lived

before encountering Christ.
The profession known

as the oldest.

What does an exemplary
life really mean?

How did a whoremonger
make it in?

That's how alone I am.

Hey. It's John.

I'm fine. Don't be
late to your opera. Go.

I'm--everything's--

Can't a son call
his mother? I'm fine.

I'll call again. I promise.

Yes, I'd like to see you,
too. What're you seeing?

Hmm. She dies at the end.

What do you think?

About what?

My name is John.

I know.

You do?

You're kidding, right?

Nope.

We've been waiting on you.

You have?

Quite a show.

It's my first time down here.

That's good.

"First time." That's
a hoot. I love that.

You might have me mixed
up with someone else.

Yeah, maybe I do.
You let me know

when I'm needed.

Okay, Zeke. Thanks.

What you need, baby?

Maybe Miriam can help.

I'm looking for someone.

Yeah, who?

My sister.

She down here, maybe
you don't wanna find her.

'Scuse me, baby.

Hey!

Just curious. What's behind
the "Members Only" curtain?

Can't tell you.

Why not?

You're not a member.

How do I become a member?

Invite only.

And who does the inviting?

I do.

How do I know if I want
to become a member

if I don't know what goes
on, you know, in the club?

Come around again.
I'll think about it.

Maybe I will.

Spending a little money
in here doesn't hurt.

Oh, okay.

$12.

Um, wait.

Close enough.

You okay? Hey!

Oh, sorry.

How you doing?

What?

How are you?

I'm good.

Can you spare a buck?

You know what? I just
spent all my money on a--

Oh.

Why do you have those?

I, I use them to pray.

For who?

Anyone who needs it.

They work?

I don't know.

They're pretty.

Excuse me.

Here, take them.

No!

Go on.

You sure?

Sure.

Yeah. Thanks!

Don't mention it.

Luke tells us today that Jesus

had the unmitigated gall

to dine with a tax collector.

That's right.

Just as popular then
as they are today.

Somewhere just south of
hooker on the sinner chain.

And this is the kind of behavior
that drove his disciples crazy!

"It makes you look
like a nut job, Jesus."

And they were right.

I mean, who befriends his
auditor, takes him to dinner,

and then picks up the check
and doesn't try to write it off?

Jesus seemed to have an
affinity for the hard-to-love.

I think he had low self-esteem.

I mean, we know he had
a father-complex, right?

And how-how could he not
have issues with his virgin mother?

But still, he showed
us how to love.

Which is more than
I can say for me,

standing here before
you, simply preaching.

Amen.

Body of Christ.

Amen.

Body of Christ.

Amen.

Body of--John.

I need to talk to you.

Make yourself at home.

I will be right back.

The place looks nice.

They take care of me in the manner
to which I am accustomed, John.

Unlike that heathen
parish of yours.

Hey, I like where I work.

Yeah. Well you always were
a glutton for punishment.

Your sermon was funny.

I would've actually prepared
something if I knew you were coming.

You were the best in seminary.
You haven't lost it.

Pure bullshit artistry,
John. My dad always said

that the Blarney
Stone kissed me.

Don't say a word.

Let's walk.

High cholesterol. I
have to lose 20 pounds.

I've been put on a diet of rabbit
food and forced to exercise.

Smokes?

I'm down to a pack a week.

Why don't you just quit?

They're my little friends, John.

Do not take them away from
a lone, celibate, poor priest.

You had me going
till the poor part.

I, uh, I seek counsel, Ralph.

That's what I do.

It is a matter of reconciliation
and you can't be specific.

Right.

You wanna help someone.

Yeah.

Who told you something
in the confessional.

You're gonna keep me guessing or you
gonna tell me what the hell's going on?

You're not taking matters
into your own hands.

Not really. I have no idea
how to find her, anyway.

Her?

It happened to be a her, yeah.

A her you know?

I don't think so.

You know, there was something
familiar about her, though.

In serious trouble, I
think. Life and death.

I know I'm obsessing, but--

You know, what am I
if I don't try to help?

A professional. With boundaries!

Oh, yeah, that.

Come on. People lie
in the confessional, John.

They wanna make it sound good.

I had a woman who confessed
to me all of her confessional lies.

Said she'd been
making it up for years.

Sort of a Catholic
Munchhausen Syndrome.

Nah. This woman
was telling the truth.

Sometimes you just know a thing.

I do not wanna hear that you
were assigned to a parish in Kabul

for violating one of the only
rules that does not need changing.

Well, God forbid, we bend
a rule to save a life, Ralph.

I mean it John.
Do not cross that line.

That's my counsel.

And when you do,
just please be discreet.

Just tell me whether I'm damned to
hell or not, Father. I'll leave you alone.

My mother, she didn't
want me to become a priest.

She tells me that
every time she sees me.

That bother you?

A little. Mm-hm.

What about your dad?

What-what about him?

He want you to become a priest?

No. No. I mean I,
I never knew him.

You didn't?

No. He, he left my mom and
me when I was three, four.

How come?

I don't know. He went out
one night, never came back.

You angry about that?

No. Angry? Why would I be?

I don't know.

I never knew the guy, so.

Wasn't a factor in my life.

Persona non grata.

Okay.

No one's ever
asked me that before.

Worried about her immortal soul.

I'll be god damned if I
pass that on to my daughter.

I'm sorry about the language.

Maybe I am just a fag.

Have you considered that?

What?

That you might be gay?

I am.

It's okay.

I've said that to no one.

Well, then it was high time.

It's okay.

You okay?

I'm sorry.

Hey, don't be.

Just hearing you say
that so matter-of-fact.

Well, it-it's nothing
to be ashamed of.

You really believe that?

I do.

What do I tell Glennis?
My parents?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Get used to it.

Walk around with it awhile.

Pray on it.

I can pray on being a fag?

It's who you are, right?
Accept it about yourself.

Your loved ones
will fall in line.

Yeah, or they won't.

Or they won't.

Can you come back?

Yeah, sure.

We should keep talking.

About your dad?

No, no. About, uh,

about anger.

It stays bottled up,
starts to feed on itself.

That's true.

Know what a heavy bag is?

You kidding?

No.

Golden Gloves. Fourteen years.

Won City back in '89.
Retired on top.

Huh!

Excuse me. Hi, sorry.

I'm looking for information,
information on prostitutes.

Three general kinds
of hookers, Father.

There's your street
whores. Mostly addicted,

almost all former offenders. Short professional
life span and short life span. Period.

This book was written by one
who got out. Actually readable.

Out-call hookers.
Slightly different animal.

Many drug users who maybe
haven't slid as far down the scale.

Generally nicer looking. Most
out-calls are repped by a pimp,

who runs escort/massage ads,

gets a girl out of jail,
pays some bills, et cetera.

How does a librarian know
so much about prostitutes?

Why does a priest want to know?

Please, continue.

Third. Your high-buck call girl.

Needs a place like
Vegas or L.A. to work.

This one can afford to
eat well, stay in shape,

get those boobs done.

Ten or twelve feet away
looks like a million bucks.

You can't afford
this girl, Father.

If you were looking
for a specific girl

but you didn't know
anything about her--

You know nothing?

Well, um, I know a little.
But most of it's protected by--

Sacramental Seal? Hm?

Right.

That doesn't help.

No. She wears a crucifix.

So do I.

She's an Aries.

Great. What's her major?

Her voice is unique. Um--

I don't know. I'd
recognize it in a heartbeat.

Now it's my pleasure to turn
things over to Father John,

who will lead our discussion as he does
at the beginning of every month. Father?

I'm sorry, Rosemary. I
forgot what today's topic is.

Oh. Faith Based Public
Policy: Blessing or Curse.

Right. Right.

It's a curse.

Hi.

Hey!

We-we talked the other night.
I was looking for my sister.

Oh, yeah. Find her?

I'm not really looking for her.

No?

I don't even have a sister.

I got five. One baby brother.

Boy was 12 first time he
saw the inside of a bathroom.

I told you a lie.

I didn't believe that shit
the first time you told me.

What you need?
Maybe Miriam can help.

I was, uh, I was hoping we
could just, um, talk for a minute.

What? You some kinda Eye-Team
reporter gonna put me on TV?

No, no.

They did that once, baby.

There I was, shaking my
ass on the evening news.

My, um, whatchacallit,
15 minutes of fame.

I'm a, uh, Catholic priest.

Don't hear that everyday.

C'mon, Father, buy me a drink.

In a nice place.

I'll talk to your
sorry ass a minute.

She your girl or somethin'?

She's in trouble. Needs help.

St. Clair might know her.

Who?

James St. Clair. Big alpha pimp
this year. Most of the girls with him.

Do you think he'd talk to me?

Might. Might kill you, too.

He's moody.

Holds court in
Sundays on Harney.

Go in there and you ain't a
brother, you best have backup.

Right.

I'll drink one more
of these, Father.

Hi. Sorry. Can I
have another one?

Do you remember? Vodka
martini? Yeah. Thanks.

Twelve bucks.

Okay. This is for you.

Thank you.

You want a drink?

No.

I'm an outlaw.

What's that?

No pimp.

I'm too hard to beat up and I ain't
gonna lay down for these motherfuckers.

When they realized they couldn't
kill me, shit, they left me alone.

That's good.

And none of em'
know shit about money.

I gotta plan for my future.

This line ain't got
no 401K, Father.

I never thought of that.

Let's go.

I've gotta go.

You do?

I've gotta go. Yes, sorry.

You've been very helpful,
though. Thank you, Miriam.

Motherfucker really
did just wanna talk.

Whoa.

Gimme your money!

Hey! Okay, man!

I'll cut your fucking dick off!

All right, all right.
Here, just relax, okay?

Hey.

What's the other guy look like?

Um, he was ugly.

I have something for you.

What?

It's a license plate number.

That I can work with.

How we doing?

We're late.

All right, let's do this thing.

I was mugged.

A man hit me the other night.

He threatened me with a knife, he
took my money, and gave me this shiner.

He scared me so bad
I wet my pants.

I mention it because I know
others have gone through it.

Assault. Battery.
Domestic abuse.

When you're the victim, you
don't wanna talk about it. Why me?

I must be a bad person
for that to happen.

And then it makes you angry.

What kind of a man can't defend
himself walking down the street?

I don't like these feelings.

I tried to hide them yesterday
because I'm still ashamed.

And I'm broke.

I could use the money. And the
confidence, I lost. And the dignity.

But this helps.

Me talking, you listening.

Thanks.

Now, let us say a prayer for
the bastard who mugged me

because he needs it.
Let us pray.

John Buerlein.

Buy an old girlfriend a drink?

Were you gonna call,
you big jerk?

I was, um, conflicted.

Oh. Well, some
things never change.

I'm divorcing Daniel.

What happened?

He had an affair.

Why'd he do that? He's nuts.

He's one of those men
that hates women

but is biologically
compelled to wanna fuck us.

Sorry. Sorry.

What about Christopher?

We're moving back here.

So I might see you around?

My mother told me that
you opened a shelter

and single-handedly saved
this parish from extinction.

Oh, don't be humble with me.

It's true. She's right.

Yeah?

You look good, Nadine.

Get over here, will you?
I feel like I'm shouting.

Yes. I would like to speak
to the Archbishop if I could.

Anita Mendoza.

It's personal, and a
very difficult call to make.

It concerns the pastor
in our parish.

Yes, I'll hold.

Hi.

Hi.

It's me again.

Hi.

You know James St. Clair?

Who?

A big alpha pimp. A
lot of girls are with him.

Never heard of him
Who did you say you were?

Uh, John Buerlein.
I'm a Catholic priest.

Oh. Sure. Nice to know you.

Likewise.

On the house.

Yeah?

Any friend of St. Clair's
is a friend of mine.

Thought you didn't know him.

Hi. Excuse me. Can
you, can you hear me?

No--

Oh, okay.

Um, hi.

I just, I wanted to, uh,

I'm trying to find someone, and
I was wondering if you could--

No, you don't have to dance.
I'm trying to, uh, find someone.

Can you, can you hear me?

You can't hear me, can you?

He'll pass out soon.

I'm Sharon.

Linda.

Thanks for letting us in.

You know, he's an
Aries, ruled by Mars,

so he always gets a little bit
nuts leading up to the full moon.

I'm Aries.

Where are my girls?

You here alone?

Uh, yep.

No family, or--?

Nope. I have a stepfather somewhere,
but I haven't seen him for years.

I always wondered
about you down here.

Sharon, where are you?

You know it's--
All I ever wanted

just to be a part of a
nice little family, you know.

Yeah.

Uh, could you hold her a sec?

Oh, I--

I gotta pee. I'll be right back.

Hi.

Okay, ladies, don't rush.
This is not a race.

We have, okay. We have a
whole piece of music to fill up.

Let the audience drink you in!

You look like Rocky.

Oh, yeah? Marciano or Balboa?

I got a phone call about you.

You did?

Archbishop Fulton
Aloysius Meehan.

Yep. Very cordial.
Knows we're friends.

He called you about me?

Heard you were
in an altercation.

What?

Late to mass a couple a times.

Swear words from the pulpit.

How the hell did he--

Other modes of behavior
not befitting one of his pastors.

Visits to the red
light district.

Yes. One of your faithful saw
you coming out of Tits R Us,

and reported in.

Why didn't he call me?

And handle something directly?

Please. He has a
reputation to uphold.

Okay! Men, yes, it's time
for you to be at the altar.

Do not keep the ladies waiting.

Work with me, boys!

I told him that you
were working with gangs,

and that you had signed
the leader up for seminary.

You did not.

He thinks you're working on
the streets with actual people.

An assignment that
terrifies him.

You're being watched.

I am?

I am worried.

For me. John, I do not want to lose a
Monday night dinner and movie companion.

That would upset me very much.

Okay. Take five, and
then we'll meet for notes.

Is this a wedding or
a production number?

What are you doing, John?

It's almost over. I think.

How can I help?

Well, I could use
some money, actually.

How much?

$500?

I'm shocked that you think that I have
that kind of money just lying around.

I have three.

It's your mother.
Nadine Brennan is in town.

Bumped into her and
her mother shopping.

She looks wonderful, John.
You should call her.

I mean it. Give her
a little thrill.

Not meddling, just have time on my
hands. What with no grandchildren.

I've got info.

Car belongs to Steven Miller.
17 West Happy Hollow Boulevard.

Mr. Miller is a partner
at the STORM, BERG CPA's.

More as it comes in.

Well, good morning.

How can I help you today?

I'd like set up an appointment.

With, uh, Steven Miller.

Uh, let me

just check Mr. Miller's
schedule here.

When did you wanna come in?

As soon as possible.

Okay. I think I can
get you in next week.

No. Um, no. I-I need it
much sooner than that.

Have you seen Mr. Miller before?

No.

Are you with a firm, sir?

I'm the pastor of St. Mary
Magdalene's Catholic Church.

It's a matter of some urgency.

I can probably
get you a half hour?

Okay.

We do offer a clergy discount.

I'll take it.

Sorry I'm late.

The love for my grandchildren
who do not exist rots on the vine.

Hello, son.

You should have had more kids.

What in God's name
happened to you?

I was mugged. Mother,
I need to be blunt.

Please, tell me everything.

I can't stay. And
I need to borrow $200.

Dear God!

Oh.

Thanks.

You got your hair done.
It looks good.

Heard you were mugged.

Yeah, yeah.
Thanks for coming in.

I have time on my hands.

I need some help,
Lloyd. It's a job.

It's kinda difficult to ask.

It's potentially dangerous.
I'll pay you for it.

I'll do it.

You wanna know what it is?

Doesn't matter.

You'll have to keep it
under your hat.

When do we start?

Tonight. It's night work.

I'll take a nap.

Yes. I'd like
to cancel my paper.

Effective now. Mm-hm.

Permanent.

Oh, you can give
the refund to my carrier.

Do you know who she is?

Thank you.

Hi. I'm sorry
to keep you waiting.

Judy tells me
you're with a church?

Yes. Well, I'm not here
on behalf of my church.

No?

I don't have a lot of time, Mr. Miller,
and I don't wanna waste yours.

Plus, I can't afford
to be here long.

What can we do for you?

You were with a
woman, not your wife,

in a bar in Lowertown.
Cafe Havana.

She met you there at
approximately 9:00 P.M.

You left together.
This can be verified.

Who are you?

I'm John Buerlein. St.
Mary Magdalene's Church.

You've got a nerve
walking in here.

I need to find her, and
I have very little time.

I'd like to cancel my cable.

Permanent. Mm-hm.

Yep.

No.

Sure, yeah, I'll hold.

What do you want?

Um, well, I-I wanna
know her name.

Her name is Linda.

Last name?

I don't know.

Um, where does she live?

I don't know. Near the bar.

Okay. How do you know that?

That's why we meet there.

Can you describe
her voice to me?

Yeah, she--I don't know, she
has a unique voice. It's, uh... sexy.

How long have you known her?

Why am I talking to you?

Because I am asking nicely.

What are you gonna do
with this information?

I'm gonna go tell Judy the
receptionist if you don't cooperate.

Please. How long
have you known her?

I have been seeing Linda for a
massage. I don't know, three years.

Do you see other masseuses?

No.

How did-how did you find her?

Referral.

Not an ad in a magazine?

No. No, she's not that kind of--

Hooker?

I'm not sure a man in your
line will understand this, Father,

but do you really
wanna know about Linda?

Yes.

It's different with her.

I'm more like a
client than a john.

She only has a few of us.
We pay her extremely well

and she makes it
worth our while.

How-how does she do that?

She... she's totally into it.

She makes you happy to be a man.

I think she improves my marriage
to a woman who lost interest in me

after our third child was born.

Would your wife agree with that?

No, she would not. I know
the risk I run being with Linda.

I've decided she's
worth it. Or was.

What? She--what,
what do you mean?

Linda ended it
after our last meeting.

She left me a note.

What did it say?

It said that she was leaving.
Permanent. Didn't say where.

That's it?

It said a few other things
that are none of your business.

I don't care what you're after.

How did you contact her?

We had a standing appointment.
Three years she never stood me up once.

Like to have an office
full of employees like her.

I'm sure you would.

I'd like you to write
down what she looks like.

What?

Height, weight, everything. I
wanna know what she looks like.

You don't know
what she looks like?

Just her mouth and her neck.
Please, hurry. I have to get back to work.

Donald Dupree, please.

Room 207. Follow me, please.

He doesn't have much time.

We didn't know
about any relatives.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy--

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

It's been three to five years
since my last confession.

That's a long time.

I've been pretty good.

Okay, and what did
you wanna discuss today?

Impure thoughts.

Go on.

I have designs on a man I'm
not supposed to have designs on.

Designs?

I want relations
with him, Father.

Mental, physical, emotional.

And I can't have it,
and it pisses me off.

Pardon my goddamn language.

Are you here to talk about
your designs or your anger?

I wanna talk about
why you left me.

You left me, Nadine.

Excuse me? I went to college /i.

Give a girl a chance to
figure it out, for God's sake.

You were right. We were
too serious too young.

No. I came back.

Four years later.
I was in seminary.

Oh. Right. Your calling.

I always hoped that would
be the wrong number.

Nadine?

Yes, Father?

Why are you drunk?

I'm not drunk! I had three
little goblets of screwdriver.

Christopher is gone for a week.

To the dickhead dad's.

And I've never been without him.

And I'm really
scared to be alone.

You know what you
need? Food. C'mon.

Hey, Donald.

Who is it?

It's your stepdaughter, Linda.

Goddamn.

Didn't know if you were alive.

I'm alive.

Me, too. Barely.

Today your birthday?

Yeah.

Do you remember the
first time you raped me?

Came into my room when mama
wasn't home and had your way with me?

I was 12.

What do you want?

I just wanna know
if you remember that.

I never raped nobody.

No?

That was... consensual.

It's not consensual
with a 12-year old, Donald.

We both know it, and there's
no use acting like it didn't happen,

especially after
all these years.

What do you want?

I just wanna talk a little.

Want you to listen. Okay?

Okay.

That's a terrible thing you did.

I hope you still
aren't pulling that shit.

Can't imagine you are being as old
as you must be, but I've heard worse.

Mainly though, Donald,

I--

I just want to say,

after all the years of hating
I've done, I just, I just--

I wanna say

I forgive you, Donald Dupree.

You're forgiven.

This,

this is for you.

You take care now.

So this is Hill House, huh?

The food is really good.

I know. I have the women
of Sodality to thank for that.

Aren't you eating?

No, I have to say
mass in five minutes.

Do you still love me, John?

If you're worth your weight in salt
as a priest, you'll tell me the truth.

Yes.

Do you desire me?

Nadine--

These guys don't care.

Have you--

Have you had me in your mind?

I had you in high school.

You were my first.

You were my only.

Oh, God, you don't know
how happy that makes me.

I'm not comfortable
talking about this right now.

Okay, fine.

Okay?

Can we be friends?

Of course.

No, no, no, no. I mean
it. Can you handle it?

Relating to someone you
love? Someone that you desire?

Someone that you
don't have to save?

I think so.

Can you?

Of course. I'm a woman.

I have to go.

Rosemary is driving you home.

Okay?

Bye, Johnny.

So, how is it here?

Good.

Can't drink.

Well, that sucks.

Forgive us our trespasses as we
forgive those who trespass against us,

and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil,

for Thy is the kingdom, the power,
and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.

Danny, could you get
the lights for me?

Yeah. Yeah sure.

Hey. You're early.

Ready when you are.

Okay. Well, I'm trying
to locate someone.

A woman who I think
may be in trouble.

And I need to see a man
who might know where she is.

And, um, well, I need you to--

Watch your back?

Yeah.

I'm hoping it's the easiest
money you'll ever make.

I'd do it for free.

You kidding? I'm not
paying you enough.

Hey!

You wanna dance?

I'm here to talk to someone.

Talking's overrated. C'mon.

Haven't seen you before.

Haven't been here.

Isn't this better than talking?

There's someone I need to see.

Yeah? Who?

James St. Clair.

You know him?

You a cop?

No, I'm a priest.

Oh, shit. He's back there.

You need to loosen
that shit up a little.

Marta!

Excuse me. Hi.

Um--

I'll be god dammed.

I beg your pardon?

The motherfuckin' Iron Curtain
himself, standing before me.

How you doing, Jamal?

I wanna talk to you!

I never liked you anyway.

This motherfucker could take a
punch and would not go down.

Took a few too many, maybe.

Didn't even know who
we were lookin' for.

No one ever saw anything
like the Iron Curtain,

standing there all bloody
with his hand in the air.

Golden Glove champion
of the motherfuckin' city.

I was there that night,
man, with brother Maurice.

I knew him as Jamal Sinclair.

Welter weight.
Hit you like a hammer.

Re-invented myself a little.

You the one
everybody watchin', man.

Now, who's this white man?

He's my friend.

Then he's mine, too.

I'm trying to locate a woman.

Blond, pretty.
Been at it a while.

Been at what?

Life. Prostitution.

What makes you think I know her?

I was told you know things
about who's working, et cetera.

Who's talkin' to you about me?

Uh, some people I don't even
know who are very frightened of you.

Got reason to be.
Loose-lipped motherfuckers.

Um, she has some
steady clients, I think.

That's nice. Clients.
That's civilized.

She must be good.

Oh, I wouldn't know
anything about that.

You might be lookin' for Linda.

Yeah, that's her name.
That's who I'm looking for.

Why you want her?

I have reason to
believe she's in trouble.

What kinda trouble?
Who are you, man?

I'm a--I'll give you my card.

I'm a Catholic priest.

You call the Police?

No. No, no, no, no.

I haven't seen her in awhile.

She, uh, discreet.
Used to live down here.

Farnam Street, maybe.

We seemed to have
fallen off her mailing list.

Oh. Okay, Thank you. Thanks.

Tell you one thing about Linda.

She one of the best.

Love you like a hurricane.

You know that, do you?

I do.

Now, I'm gonna have to ask you,
gentlemen, to get outta my office.

"I got promises to keep and
miles to go before I sleep."

Father!

You a wise man bringin'
the Curtain with you.

He just quoted Robert Frost.

He's always been
a little strange.

Start checking mail-boxes.

How do we get in?

Ring some bells.
Maybe we'll get lucky.

C'mon, there's someone
I want you to meet.

Hi, Zeke. This is
my friend, Lloyd.

I know who he is.

We're trying to find somebody.
Not having much luck.

You're looking for
that girl, aren't you?

You're on the wrong damn street.

How do you know
who we're looking for?

You're kidding me, right?

No.

Can you describe her?

Blond.

Blue eyes, pale skin,
full lips, nice nose.

Petite. A looker.

Ten West 38th Street. St. Mary
Magdalene's Church, please.

A unique voice. Sultry.

Left me a nice tip.
More than a tip.

She gave me a gift.

Keep it.

Watched her walking
up the steps.

I thought I was
looking at an angel.

You-you drove her to the church?

I drove her to see you. And I
couldn't stop thinking about her.

How she kept from floating away.

What do you mean?

I never met someone so empty.

She got out of my cab.
It's like I imagined her.

So I went back. To be sure.

Occasionally you need to know whether you've
gone all the way around the bend or not.

This is the Gospel of the Lord.

Thanks be to God.

Good Evening,
St. Mary Magdalene's.

Happy St. Patrick's Day.

I didn't see her, so
I listened to you talk.

And I looked around a
little, and I understood

why she had gone there.

Then I saw you on the street, and I
knew everything was as it should be.

Here it is.

Where are we?

Fremont Street.

Okay, how much do I owe you?

Nah, she paid already.

Can you wait?

I ain't going anywhere.

Think that's it?

What now?

Ring that one.

What is it?

Open up. We don't
wanna use force.

This the Police?

Fire!

Okay, I'm a priest,
and this is my assistant.

And if, if-if you
have keys, we need in.

I'm opening this door for
the Police, sweetie. That's it.

Who the hell are you guys?

We're just trying
to help someone.

Something wrong with Linda?

We're not gonna be
here long, okay?

We won't harm anyone,
but we need in.

Now.

Anybody asks, I'll swear on a
stack of bibles you guys forced me.

I don't care if you're the Pope.

What does it say?

"Here is two months rent.
Keep my damage deposit.

I forgive you for being such an
asshole and not fixing my faucet."

I'll take that money.

What is it?

It's an article about my
ordination twelve years ago.

I'll be damned.

Oh, I'll take
that money, Father.

What am I supposed
to do with her shit?

That's more than
we talked about.

You've earned it. Zeke, I'm paying
you for your time, like it or not.

Go ahead.

I need help
at the church, Lloyd.

Yes, you do.

I've been thinking about it. I
want you to come to work for me.

What kinda work?

Hill House. I need somebody
reliable to check people in and out,

maintenance, security,
bookkeeping.

Something better comes up,
you can leave whenever you want.

He'll do it.

When do I start?

Monday morning, 8:00 A.M.

I'll be there at 7:00.

I'll be there at 8:00.

Hey. Hey!

How you doing?

What?

How are you?

Fine! How are you?

Fine! Can you spare a buck?

What?

Help me out with a buck?

You need a buck?

If you can spare it.

I don't--

I don't have any money.

Oh.

I gave it all away.

You did?

I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it.

You need any makeup?

I'm good.

Here.

What?

Take them.

You want me to have those?

Yeah.

Why?

Why not?

Who are you?

Gus.

Today's my birthday.

Happy Birthday!

I baptize you, Teresa Marie,

and wash you free of sin.

In the name of the Father,
and the Mother,

and the Son, and the Daughter,

and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Welcome to the world, you.

I think the Orchid Committee
went a little overboard this year.

You have an Orchid Committee?

I seek forgiveness, Ralph.

I'd like you to hear
my confession.

Can I just absolve you upfront and
avoid all the embarrassing details?

I need to talk it out.

Let's do it outside.
I seek a smoke.

Someone came to me
for absolution and

she didn't receive it.

Why not?

Because I got caught up in the sensational
details of the confession itself.

Must've been some confession.

It was the most heart-rending
examination of a life I've ever heard.

And now it's too late.

Why too late?

'Cause she's probably dead.

We're working with immortal
souls, John. They don't die.

Absolve her now.

I can do that?

You have to.
That's your penance.

Absolve your penitent
in absentia,

and then I'll absolve you.

Plus, say three Our Fathers,
three Hail Marys, and a Glory Be.

Okay.

And commit a random act
of kindness of your choosing.

Done.

Yes?

You have a leaky faucet?

Kitchen sink.
It's driving me crazy.

I'm here to fix it.

All right.

Thanks.

It's no problem.

You know, I hadn't
even called about that.

Have a nice day.

Are you cold?

Haven't been here long.

I wanted to thank you.

For what?

For taking pity
on a pathetic drunk.

No, really.

You wanna come in?

No. I wouldn't wanna put
you in a compromising position.

It's way too late for that.

Actually, I'm picking up Christopher
in the morning from the airport.

So, gotta grocery shop.

I, um,

Here.

What's this?

I owe you a dinner.

Really?

It's just a certificate. There's
probably enough for two.

Thanks.

I'll see you around.

You made a good and sincere
confession, Linda Salerno.

And through the
ministry of the Church,

and by the grace of God,

and from the bottom of my heart,

I absolve you of all sin.

In the name of the Father,

and of the Son,

and of the Holy Spirit.

Go in peace.

You've done your penance.

I bet she wears
hand-me-down underwear.

Leave her alone.

John Buerlein! Get back in line!