Into Temptation Page #3

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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

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.

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