Demons Page #2

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Hey babe.

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

What's up?

- Can you pick up some pineapple

juice and jalapeos on the way home?

- Sure.

I'm not one to judge, but um,

what are the purple

streaks about?

- She had 'em done as a uh,

tribute to prince when he died.

I think it's f***in' sexy.

- Who knew high school

girls were into prince?

- Hey, f*** you,

she's almost 25 now.

- Eh, that's, that's something.

- I seem to recall that

there's a significant few years

between you and your much

better half, you prick.

All right.

Kayleigh.

Are you ready to

experience seor Eduardo's

pineapple cilantro

jalapeo Margarita?

- Yeah, I'm coming out.

I just have to put

my swimsuit on.

- Well, Lara didn't.

Just saying.

- How did I survive Ireland

hanging around you all the time?

- Really?

The only reason you survived

was my mentorship in debauchery.

And a good few pints.

God loves a drunk.

- Amen.

- In fact...

I'm the reason that

you two got together.

If I hadn't guided you

down that rocky path

towards self-destruction, and

you hadn't reached the bottom,

you'd never have

found the church,

and you'd never have

performed that exorcism

on her dead sister.

- Eddie...

- Sorry, was that insensitive?

I, I, I have no filter.

I, I'm the world's biggest

prick, I'm so sorry.

- It's fine.

- You better go make

sure Lara doesn't burn.

Sun's a lot hotter down here.

- Good idea.

- Hey...

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm gonna

go get my suit on.

- Come here.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, I was just thinking

about the chain of causation.

Responsibility.

Moral responsibility.

A person may appear

on the surface

to be entirely responsible

for a given act,

but is in fact in no way

culpable and in theory,

should suffer no legal or moral

repercussions as a result.

- I was responsible.

It could have gone

a different way.

- Didn't you hear?

Maybe Eddie was.

Causation is a...

Precarious thing.

Get it together, Kayleigh.

- All right, so as it happened,

the barman was a priest.

At this little uh, country

church outside Dublin.

So these ulster jackasses,

and this father...

Ah, what was his name, Mike?

- Yep.

- Mike, yeah, Mike.

And we're there most nights,

and we're just getting shitfaced

and talking about history

and theology and all the

important stuff, right?

And at one point, Colin asks,

"so how have you

managed to be a priest

"and a barman at the same time?"

It's like uh, a priest is a

round-the-clock kind of job.

And he's there

every single night.

And he goes...

- he says, "the

pub's my real church."

"My... vocation",

it was beautiful.

He said, "the church building,

that's just where I go

to do my regular job."

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