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♪There's a light.
#There's a light.

♪Err the ocean.
#Err the ocean.

♪There's a light.
#There's a light.

♪Inside that tree.

♪Inside that tree.
#But a brighter.

♪A brighter light is
shining inside you, dear.

Inside me. #
Body of Christ.

Amen.

Body of Christ.
Amen.

Body of Christ.

Amen.

Body of Christ.
Amen.

Hello, Miss Bridie Allen.

Do you know where Peter is?

That boy! He promised Father
he'd do altar service this week.

Well, David has decided that he's
an atheist now, hasn't he Bridie?

Yeah.
Are you the 23rd?

Sorry, should I know this?

Parent-teacher night. I thought
if you were, we could take one car.

Sure, sure. Oi! I know what
time Doctor Who starts, Miss.

I'll see you later, Tom.
Bye.

See ya.
What about Edith for my
confirmation name?

Edith?

Bridie!

Dad, it's Mrs. Kelly.

Thanks, sweetie.

Hey, what's up?

Peter's not over there, is he?

No, why?

I thought this would
stop once Joe moved out.

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

No.

Do you want me to pop over?

Father Andrassi's here.

OK.

I'd better get off the line.
Look, I'll leave the back door open

and the light on just
in case he turns up.

Thanks, Tom. Bye.

Righto, boys,
give him some encouragement!

Up the hill to Calvary!

Well done, Mr. Darcy, well done.

That's the way. Who's next?

Me!

Me! Me!
How about Cavanagh. Mind your toes.
Whoops, sorry about that.

Are you alright?
My tummy doesn't feel
so good, Father.

Oh, really Cavanagh?

What do you think the Romans would
have done if Christ said, 'Oh, no,

thanks, Centurion, my
tummy doesn't feel too good.'

Go on!
Jesus took up the painful

weight of all our sins, willingly,
with courage,

no matter how upset his tummy was.

Yes, Father.
Good boy.

Give him some encouragement,
he's gonna do it. Off you go!

Good boy! Go forward, Cavanagh!

And Turner, you're next.

Come on, everybody, no stragglers.

You're next, Turner.

Keep going. Good boy. Well done.

I could go to jail for this.

Well, isn't that what you want?

To be punished?
Why would you say that?

Well your life growing up
was very unstable, wasn't it?

You had to follow the rules, or
there'd be violent consequences.

You left your father's house
many years ago, but it sounds

to me like you've taken
the need to be perfect with you.

And Anthony, that is...

that's just an
impossible way to live.

Here's an idea.

What if you were the one
to come clean to them?

That make a difference?

It's a huge institution.

I'm sure there's nothing your boss
hasn't heard, hasn't dealt with.

And if they get rid of me?

What do I do then?

Who am I then?

I need to pray.

I'll pray with you.

Brother.
Good morning, Brother.

Morning, boys.

Hey, Brother.

Good morning, Sergeant.

Boys.
Morning, Brother.

Mr. Darcy, wait over here, please.
Quick, quick, quick.

Morning, Brother.
Morning. Quick as you can.
Morning, Brother.

Did you know Peter Kelly
didn't come home last night?

No, Brother.
Elliott's Peter's best friend.

Not really, Brother.

Well, has Peter ever mentioned
where he goes when he runs away?

He's not in trouble.
We just want to find him.

You have no idea where he is?

Well, perhaps we can
speak to some of the other boys?

I'm trying to understand, My Lord,
when you said, 'If the law of today

is corrupt or immoral, you have a
duty to God not to obey it.'
Yes.

But isn't that civil disobedience?

I... I can explain it this way.

Ah, ya tosser!

If there's a conflict
between your conscience and a

bad law, then there's no conflict.

Oh, My Lord...
Always follow the guidance of Rome.

Get lost.

His Worship, Bishop Vincent Quaid.

To one who has faith, no
explanation is necessary.

To one without faith,

no explanation is possible.

St. Thomas Aquinas,
great teacher of men.

St. Thomas, of course, who was

locked in a tower by his family, to
temper the fervour of his calling.

A tower that was meant to break him,
instead made him stronger.

That tower was surrounded
by evil and falsehood,

became the symbol of his faith.

This college of Opus Dei

is a tower for our times.

You young men
are the defenders of that tower.

Cos out there,

on your campus,

abortion, perversion,

homosexuality, moral depravity,

dressed up as personal conscience.

Not half a mile away, drug addicts
are given needles

to inject their
poison, funded by our government.

But in here,

is the one true church.

The one Holy Catholic church.

Remember the words of our Lord,
"veni mittere ignem in terram."

I've come to spread fire
on this earth!

Genocide! Gays and lesbians
under attack! What do we do?

Act up! Fight back!

This way, My Lord.

Tom Allen to see Bishop McNally.

Just take a seat.
Thank you.

Doctor Allen's here.

Doctor Allen.

I appreciate you coming in.
Not at all.

So you found the place alright?

Yes, My Lord.

John, please.

Actually, your secretary didn't
say why you wanted to see me.

It's ready, My Lord.
Could you get Betty to make
two copies, please?

I understand you've been
treating Father Donoghue.
We weren't aware of it.

Well, I see Anthony privately.

Is that a problem?
No, not at all.

In fact, I wanted to
thank you personally.

Anthony's a good priest.
Take a seat.

We don't see any need
to involve the police.

So he has spoken to you?

The amount of money
involved is trivial.

The Cathedral will ensure that
the parish is not out of pocket.

I understand it was you who
convinced him to confess?

Well, I can't actually reveal
the content of sessions, John,

but I can say that it took a lot of
courage for Anthony to come
and see you.

Oh, he couldn't have gotten away
with it for much longer.

Although as a psychiatrist, aren't
you duty-bound to report a crime?

Well, depends on the seriousness
of the crime and whether

or not I felt Father Anthony
would offend again.

The law can be quite
accommodating to psychiatrists.

Not only priests, then.

Treat any other clergy?

Well, I actually didn't know that
Anthony was a priest, at first.

Oh?
I thought you'd spot a religious,
with your background. Milk?

And sugar, please.

On track to become a Brother
at one time, weren't you?

How did you know that?

'Practically an angel' was how one
of your classmates remembered you.

Well, that didn't quite work out,
unfortunately. My vocation, I mean.

You still attend Mass?
Yes.

Take the sacraments?

Confession all too
rarely, I'm afraid.

Ah, a thoroughly modern
Australian Catholic.

Are you a person who
supports the Church's
attempts to reform herself?

Am I at confession now, John?

I do apologise.

And now it's my turn
to confess, I suppose.

The last 25 years have been a

difficult and stressful

time for many of us clergy.

Vatican Two asked
priests to change, to turn

and face the people.

Literally.

We become of the congregation

and not above it. It was
quite a profound transformation.

Superman to Clark Kent, almost.

Exactly.

Added to that the falling number
of vocations, smaller presbyteries

equals a lot of confused and very

lonely priests who I think
would benefit from seeing someone

and to talk about how
they're travelling.

You want me to become
the church psychiatrist?

For one priest, initially.

Well, poor fellow's been
having fainting spells associated

with his ministry, but if therapy's
successful it could run to more.

Many more.
Now, I know you've got a family

and a busy practice.

It's a big decision.

Take the week to think about it.

Mm.

Let me give you a blessing
before you leave, Doctor Allen.

Holy Father, guide your
servant, Tom, in his work,

as he who honours man, honours you.

Help him with his healing,
through Christ our Lord, amen.

Amen.

Thank you, Tom.
Been a pleasure, John.

Terribly sorry to
hear about your wife.

How's everything at home?

Rachel
excited about her Holy Communion?

Yes, Brother.
Good, good.

I was an only child myself.

There was no-one I could muck
around with or talk to, growing up.

No-one I could
share my feelings with.

Wasn't until I was a man before
I had hundreds of brothers.

You feel you can
trust me, don't you, Elliot?

Yes, Brother.

Why did you tell the police that
you and Peter

aren't good friends?

We're not anymore.

Do you know where Peter is? His Mum

and Dad are very worried.

You do, don't you?
Can I go now, Brother?

We can talk again in the morning.

Hey, get out of here!

Yes?

Have you hired a new Doctor,
for Father Joyce?

If Matteo bothered to eavesdrop
effectively, he would know that
the man is a psychiatrist.

Anthony Donoghue's been
stealing money from the St.
Patrick's Foundation.

This man
convinced him to confess to it.

I've decided he should
see other priests.

You can't be serious.

This is my decision, Vince.

When the laity play
the role of a clergy,

what is the purpose of priests?

Perhaps you can tell me.

Will you take afternoon tea, now?
Not now please, Father.

Guess what?
You're mad and I'm not?

Timothy Crawley is such an idiot.

He said to Sister Genoulis...
Dad.

'If God's everywhere, is he in this
banana?' then he ate the banana.

That's a very old trick, Bridie.

God is not in a banana.

Well,
he is, but not when you eat it.

Peter Kelly at school today?

David? David?

Maybe he is in
the banana when you eat it?

He must know he might get eaten,
cos he knows everything.

Did he know what was going
to happen to Mum?
What?

Did God know what was
going to happen to Mum?

Apologise, please.

She can't have it both ways.

I said apologise, David.
Sorry.

Look, we all miss her, OK, but you
do not take it out on your sister.

That is not fair.

Is there something else
going on with you, mate?

The police came to school today.

What for?

Asking the Year sevens about Peter.

I know.

I'm going
to have to pop out for a bit, then.

To Alice's?
Yes.

To Alice's.

Oh, look, her son is missing. Just
grow up for God's sake, will you?

Father.

Tom.
Brother. We met years ago.

You were my son David's
homeroom teacher, Year seven.

Oh, Mr. Allen.

Any news?
Finton!

Finton, have you got it?

Joe.

G'day.
I heard about the police.

Yeah.

It's here, Dad.
Oh, there it is, mate. OK.

Where are you going?

It's working.

Yeah, alright.

You're not even going to tell me?

Look, Alice, we're just
going to the park again, OK?

Don't worry about it.
We'll find him and I'll

get him back.

Are you ready, mate? Let's go.

Be safe.
Yep.

You know, running away from
home at Peter's age is almost
a rite of passage. I did it.

Most of the boys I
knew did it, too.

Peter's at that age where he
doesn't want to be treated
like a child anymore.

He still has trains on his pyjamas.
Has anyone looked up at Kings Cross?

Oh, that...
You think he could be up there?

It's worth a look.

I did outreach work
in Darlinghurst.

I know where some of those
street kids congregate.

What do you reckon?

You'll need a photo.

I'll be careful with it.

Hey guys.
Ah, listen, we're looking for a boy
we think might have come up here.

It's this photo.

Never seen him. No, me neither.
Nah, doesn't look too familiar.

He a D?
Cos I've got fuck all on us, eh.

No, I'm not the police.

So you're just here having
a sticky, like Father Perve?

Yeah!

Like what you see, mate?
Hey!

May God keep you safe.

Thank you. Goodnight.

I'm, um, trying to
get back to Bankstown, actually.

Do you reckon I could
scab the cash off you?

Ten be enough?
Ace.

Buy a sandwich at Central
with the change, huh?

There's a squat behind Les Girls.

There's a new surfer kid
staying up there.
Thanks.

Is this it?

I don't know. I mean, Peter's such
a positive element in the class.

He's always smiling, always

full of life.

I can't picture him here.

We're looking for someone.

We're told he might be up here?

Tom.

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

It's his photo.
His Mum's really worried about him.

Ask him where he is.

Fuck off!

Yeah, we're leaving.

Did you know that kid?

Yeah. Well, not... not really.
We caught him breaking into St.

Vinnie's a few weeks back
looking for some money.

He's always hanging
around the school.

Brother, you
don't know where Peter is, do you?

What? Of course not.

This kid up the Cross thought
they might have seen Peter, but...

We also tried the local police. They
said they'll put on an extra patrol.

They also said

not to worry.

I should have looked
for him that first night.

He was probably in
the park down the road.

Is everything alright?

Who're you talking to?

Bastard.

Joe just told me
that a few weeks ago,

when Peter was staying at his
new place, they had a huge fight.

Apparently Peter said he'd
kill him.

He knew where he could get a gun,

and he'd do it.

What was the fight about?
He can't remember.

He'd had 'a couple of beers'.
You know what that means.

I once caught Joe chasing Peter
around with an extension cord,

whacking him with the end.

After the fight, Peter ran off.

He was away the whole weekend.

Joe didn't even tell me until now.
Why don't you and Finton come

and stay with us tonight, huh?

Don't be stupid.

What happened?

They couldn't find him.
Tom and Warner.

But why are Tom and Warner

even involved in this?
Because they care, Joe.

They care? And so what, they've got
information about it than I have?

Shit!
Jesus Christ! Our son's missing!

Well, I was going
out looking for him...

They're trying to help!
They're trying to help!

OK? Don't you want
everyone looking for him?

He might be dead!

Shoosh!

Oi, stop it! Stop!

Rachel's drawing horns again!

Didn't we talk about

the horns?
Ow, Mum!

Sh! Love, I've got church council
tonight, so there's a ham and

pineapple defrosting in the fridge,
OK?

I need ten dollars.

It's for the zoo.

Think we'll have to ask kitty.

For that sort of money you'd
better bring back a monkey.

We've got two of them already. What
we don't have, though, is a lion.

Roar!

Morning boys.

Morning, Brother.

Ready for another day? Morning.

Morning, Brother.

Come on, Leeds.

Morning, Brother.

Replace the whole mechanism because
he put a glue on a ten cent piece.

You haven't seen Peter, have you?

Not today.
He always turns up, though.

There.
And Super Turbo's fixed too, mate.

Margaret.
How are you? You know Anne?

Yes, lovely to see you.

Give strength to my hands,
O Lord, that being freed of

all stain I might serve
you with purity of mind.

My comments were for a
particular audience, Eminence.

I never expected
them to be reported.

'I come to bring fire to
this
earth.' Do you actually
believe that, Vincent?

It was meant as inspiration.
And the punch?

Vincent, need I remind you
of the promise you made when
you became a Bishop?

I know you have strong opinions.
I appreciate that.

But don't think our enemies won't
seize on your words and distort

them. I want you to apologise

and to say you were misquoted.

You'll pledge allegiance
to the Church and to myself,

and that'll be the end of that.

Don't hasten your
irrelevance, Vincent.

♪O my soul,
praise him, for he is thy health

♪and salvation
#All ye who hear

♪Now to his temple

♪draw near

♪Praise him in glad adoration♪

When we eat this bread and drink

this cup, we proclaim your death,
O Lord, until you come again.

May he make us an everlasting
gift to you, and enable

us to share in
the inheritance of your saints.

Lord, may this sacrifice,
which has made our peace with you,

advance the peace and salvation

of all the world.
#Through him,

♪and with him

♪and in him, in the unity of
the Holy Spirit

♪All glory

♪and honour is yours
Almighty Father, forever and ever♪

Well it gives me
great joy to address you and to

say a few words

about our beloved Cardinal Neville,

while celebrating
his imminent retirement.

He's served this city
loyally for so many years.

Under his great dignity and wisdom,

Eminence has a fine
sense of humour.

And he also has a nickname.

When he was a young boy, he
loved Snow White

and the Seven Dwarves.

Can you guess?

Sleepy?

Happy? Dopey?

Grumpy?

Plenty of woodwork
Catholics out here, today.

Who's that with Bishop McNally?

That's the recently appointed
Justice Minister, Doctor Pantano,

and the Member for Sydney,
Margaret Wallace.

I see the Papal Nuncio's
got the Premier's attention.

That's the psychiatrist.

That was wonderful, John.

It was really very moving.
Good.

Have you given any
thought to what we...?

It's a big decision, but
it'd be my honour.

Excellent. Thank you.

I'm sure you
will be of great service.

I have to go.
Of course, yeah.

Can we talk details later?
Certainly.

Vincent!

Nuncio.

Oh, three priests. Didn't know if I
was at Mass or Commedia dell'Arte.

Vatican Two has revived many
interesting customs, indeed.

At least you kept
your equanimity, eh?

The congregation of Bishops
seeking advice on it's list
of names for the terna.

Hasn't the next Archbishop
already been determined?

Bishop McNally is the favourite.

But the processes of canon
law must still be observed.

A terna of three names
must be
submitted to
the Vatican for its
approval.

My Lord, I hope one of those
names on that list is Bishop Quaid.

Father Matteo.
You know the Holy City.

Un poco, My Lord.

So you understand
ufficiale and ufficioso?

Ufficiale is the official position

of the Vatican, ufficioso
is the mind of the Holy Father,

and that is never written down.

And so, ufficiale, the terns is

needed, even if the outcome is
already determined, and Bishop

McNally will be the Archbishop.

Ufficioso,
Bishop McNally, he is more liberal
in his thinking than is desirable.

If he were to be involved in
any unorthodoxy, any scandal,

it wouldn't matter what
the Australian church wished.

The Holy Father could choose
another to the top of the list.

As long as that name were known
for his, for his obedience,

and his discretion.

Your time will come,

but until then, I would keep our
public comment to a minimum.

I must butter my bread.

See ya, mate. I'll tell
him you're looking for him.

What were you saying?

Cheeky little bastard.

Slowly this time.

Better luck next time.

You're not getting any
younger, Dad.
Hey.

Are you OK?

My house has been
invaded by these...

women from the church.

All fussing around.
'Do I want a cup of tea?

Am I hungry? Am I sure I
don't want a cup of tea?'

I know they mean well.
It's just I'm going out of my mind.

Listen, do you ah,
do you want to stay for dinner?

No. No, I should go. Bye, Bridie.

He'll come back.
How do you know?

Every time I close my eyes
I see him lying in a ditch.

Alice.

The police came.

What'd they say?
Were Joe and me

having problems?

Did things ever get violent?

Did he ever hit the kids,
did he ever hit me?

Does he hit you?

No. They took him to the station.

That was four hours ago.

They're just doing
their job, you know?

Isn't their job to find my son?

Alice, you don't think that Joe?

You'd love
that, wouldn't you?

I know you're frustrated.

I understand that.
But this isn't a punishment.

And behold, there came a great
wind from the wilderness and smote

the four corners of the house.
Oh, you're hardly Job!

I've suffered, Jack.

This Church has put me through
the mangle. You've stood by

and let it!
This Doctor is discreet.

No-one else in
the diocese will know.

No.
Marco.
I don't want it.

I won't. You can't make me.
I can make you and you're

going. Now calm down, please. Don't
you see this is for your own good?

Marco.

Marco!

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

Hello, Elliot.

I brought Peter some homework.

For when he gets back.

Thank you.

Was there something else?

I left my Spiderman comic here.
Of course.

Come in.

He keeps them under his bed.

How have you been?

Good, Mrs. Kelly.

Sorry, I have to get that.
Will you be OK?

Yeah.

How'd you go?

I have to get it later.

Why are you here, Elliot?
Homework.

Really?

Where is he?
If you're hiding something...

Please.

Elliot, think. Where could he be?

Mrs. Kelly...
Please. Elliot.

I don't know.

Peter!

Do you need something?

I did what you asked.

I didn't ask you to do anything.

Yes, you did.

I want the money.

You don't want me to
start shouting, do ya?

Who knows what I might say?

Come on!

Police! There's a body in Manly Dam.

His body!

Somebody did it to him.
I know who it was.

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