Going My Way Page #5

That's your business

and people respect you for it.

But I'm not in your business, see?

If I haven't got anything

and don't want anything, I'm a bum.

Surely there must be something

we can do about it.

I don't know what you'll do about it, but

I'm going to throw her right out on her ear.

Give her a break.

Give her a month to make good in.

- St. Dominic's will guarantee it.

- St. Dominic's?

I can see you haven't been around long.

Why, St. Dominic's is in worse shape

than Mrs. Quimp.

- My old man happens to own the mortgage...

- Your father holds the mortgage?

You're darn right he does.

Confidentially,

he'd like to find a way to foreclose.

He wants to tear down the church

and make a parking lot of it.

Can you imagine it?

He's a very disliked man.

- I'm sort of following in his footsteps.

- Junior?

[Turkeys gobbling]

HERMAN:
It's turkeys.

TONY:
Let's cut through the churchyard.

[Turkey gobbles]

FITZGIBBON:
Good afternoon, boys.

BOYS:
Hello, Father.

That's a fine fat bird you have there.

We was sort of bringing it over for you.

- It's sort of a present. Ain't it, Herman?

- Yeah.

That's very generous of you.

Such a fine bird and all.

Now, where may I ask did you get it?

- We got...

- We won it in a raffle over at the theatre.

- We were lucky.

- Isn't that great?

- But, surely, your mother...

- Except on Christmas, Ma don't like turkey.

- She don't?

- Honest.

That's most fortunate for me.

There's nothing I'm more partial to

than a nice tom turkey.

Roasted, all with dressing.

I appreciate your kindness, boys.

It ain't nothing, Father.

FITZGIBBON:
On the contrary,

I appreciate the thought behind it.

Small luxuries, like small sacrifices,

are ofttimes the most godly.

Bless you both. Thank you.

Take it inside the kitchen

to the housekeeper.

HERMAN:
Okay, Father, we'll see you later.

FITZGIBBON:
So you guaranteed

Mrs. Quimp's rent?

O'MALLEY:
Of course.

FITZGIBBON:
St. Dominic's can't afford it.

I expected you to counsel Mrs. Quimp,

not to adopt her.

[Exclaims contentedly]

- Hot turkey.

- Hot? Of course it's hot.

That's what I say.

"Bless us, O Lord, for these Thy gifts

which we are about to receive. Amen."

Amen.

Say, Father, you know a youngster

around here named Tony Scaponi?

FITZGIBBON:
What about him?

O'MALLEY:
This afternoon...

Tony belongs to

a fine upstanding Catholic family.

Eleven children. Sure, I know Tony.

As fine a lad as there is in the parish.

Police don't think so.

- They don't?

- No.

If something isn't done

about Tony and his pals...

they're gonna wind up in a reform school.

- Who told you that?

- The police.

You've been listening

to Patrick McCarthy, no doubt.

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