Into Temptation

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We've been married for

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 can't 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.

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?

Yes.

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 Magdalen'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.

l- 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.

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