We're No Angels Page #5

- You can never tell. I'll put you down.

Afternoon, Bill.

Sheriff.

Going to need

them horses back this afternoon.

Going back up in the hills again?

They got to be somewhere.

They got no food, prison clothes.

Either they're up there in the woods

or they're gonna cross down over here.

You got the bridge staked out

pretty good, do you?

You best believe we do.

We're bringing out the dogs.

The dogs will be here any minute.

We've got the prison staff, come down

to stand guard on the bridge with us.

We'll catch them. Don't you worry.

Bring them back

whichever way they want.

You ask me, though...

I think it'd be a lot less problem,

shoot to kill.

That's what the Bible says, isn't it?

They killed and they shall be killed.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- What was that?

- Well, I don't know.

There she goes.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been three weeks

since my last confession.

I can't help myself.

Please, Father.

- What?

- Help me.

Okay, what is it?

I can't help you if you don't tell me.

I've been sleeping with this woman.

All right, and you're not married to her?

- No.

- You're married to someone else?

- My wife.

- Your wife know about this?

- No.

- What are you worried about, then?

- Forget about it, stop whining.

- But I broke my vow.

I'm such a sinner. Help me.

Okay, look,

try to break off seeing this broad.

Say 10 Hail Marys,

make a good act of contrition...

you see the girl again,

pop back in, no big deal.

God bless you.

I can't, Father. I can't help myself.

You have to help me.

Now, look, I did what I could.

You know, there's a time...

when a man's got to stand up,

take a stand.

Why don't you take a few days off...

go in the woods, something,

make your peace with God.

No, I can't leave town

till we catch those convicts.

I'm stuck here in town.

I'm in a state of constant temptation.

Please, I can't control myself.

I need your help, Father.

You're a good man.

You're a pious man. Help me.

- How can I help you?

- Come with me.

- Talk to her, talk to us together.

- Look, buddy...

- I've dragged her in sin, Father.

- I'm sure you'll...

Father, please, I'm begging you!

- Please, help me!

- Get up.

Please, Father, please.

I need your help.

All right, okay.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Thank you, Father.

Come on, get in there. Back, come on.

Come on, take it out.

Wait a minute. Take it out.

And I prayed.

I prayed to the Blessed Virgin,

and I prayed to Saint Anne...

and I asked myself,

"Why? Why am I so weak?

"Why am I branded?" And I say, "Lord...

"I am a fornicator.

"What am I doing to myself

and to my wife?

"I am a fornicator. "

She can't hear,

the poor child's deaf and dumb.

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