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But, Father Fitzgibbon,|why do you want a new furnace ?
Because, Mr. Haines, last winter|in the month of November alone...
four of me parishioners took|to the bed with pneumonia.
- That's too bad.|- It's only by a miracle|that I meself pulled through.
It'll only cost $632.50,|complete with an automatic damper.
Father Fitzgibbon, I didn't come here|to put in new furnaces.
I think you ought to give him|his furnace, Dad.
It would warm people's hearts, and|maybe his collections would be bigger.
No, no, son.|Improvements are out.
- Now, Father--|- That was good.|What he said, that was good.
Oh, well, he's new to our business.|Now, Father--
- No furnace, huh ?|- No furnace. Now, Father,|here's my business.
You owe the Knickerbocker|Savings and Loan Company|five payments on this mortgage.
If they're not taken care of,|I'm afraid the Knickerbocker|Savings and Loan Company...
will have to take|the necessary action, huh ?
Why don't you make that the subject|of your sermon next Sunday ?
Tell it to your people.|The Lord loveth a cheerful giver.
Oh, I can imagine meself|saying that in Mass next Sunday.
What a sermon that|would be, Mr. Haines.
"The text of me sermon|this morning is taken from...
- the mortgage according to Mr. Haines...
from the 1st to the 23rd clause."
Very dull, you know.
Oh, but that's your business.|Keep it bright, huh ?
But seriously, Father, we have made|a bad loan, and we want our money back.
- Well, you'll get it somehow.|- That's all I wanted to know.
Good day, Father.|Come on, son.
Dad, you can't foreclose.
Why, it just isn't being done.
I read up on it|and there's never been...
a Catholic church foreclosure|in the history of New York.
There's always a first time,|isn't there ?
Don't you think you're being|a little harsh with him ?
You've got to be.|Son, never loan money to a church.
As soon as you start|to close in on them,
everybody thinks you're a heel.
- Well, aren't you ?|- Yes.
Good morning. Could you tell me|where I'd find Saint Dominic's Church ?
- Eh ?|- I'm looking for St. Dominic's Church.
- Why ?|- I'm gonna work there.
The new assistant, eh ?
And you can't even|find the church.
Well, all I can say is,|young man,
you're off to a mighty bad start.
What's your name ?
Father O'Malley.|Charles Francis Patrick O'Malley.
- What's yours ?|- Her name is Quimp !
Hattie Quimp !
You'll see a lot of her. At St.|Dominic's, she's a regular two-a-day-er.
Very religious, burns candles.
I could tell ya plenty|about them too.
And if I did, they'd have to leave|the neighborhood.
If you're lookin'|for St. Dominic's, Father,
- it's a block up and then to your left.|- Thank you.
- Hello.|- Hello.
- How's things goin' ?|- Terrible. They never hit one to me.
- Watch right field for me|a minute, will ya, Father ?|- Sure.
- I gotta run in the house.|- Okay.
- Hey, fellas, the Father's|gonna take my place.|- Okay, Father.
I got it ! Got it !
Thanks !
Hurry up ! Come on !
- What do you think you're doing ?|- I'm the substitute right fielder.
You ought to be ashamed of|yourself, playing with kids,|smashing people's windows.
- A big grown-up man.|- And a priest besides.
- Oh, hello.|- Still looking for St. Dominic's.
You just wait 'til|I tell Father Fitzgibbon.
Look, you keep out of this,|will ya ? Go on, go on.
- This is between him and me.|- Honestly, I'm sorry about the window.
Yeah, but bein' sorry|don't fix it.
- I intend to pay for it.|- When ?
Priests never have any money.|That window--
Now, wait a minute, my good man,|I said I'd pay for it.
I told you I'm sorry.
What else can I say|after I say I'm sorry ?
That ain't the idea.|It's the principle of the thing.
A priest didn't ought to go around|breaking people's windows.
- It sets a bad example for the children.|- You got me stymied there.
- I'm contrite and I'm penitent.|I've told you I'm sorry.|- You told me that twice.
- But that don't--|- That doesn't fix|the broken window, I know.
I think you're just playing|hard to get along with.
- Maybe a little security might help.|- Huh ?
These were given to me. Why don't you|keep them 'til I've made good ?
Maybe they'll make you|feel better.
- They're mother of pearl, you see ?|- Huh ?
If that'll satisfy you,|why, I'll run along.
Hey, you, here,|I got no use for this.
First place,|I don't believe in it.
- As a matter of fact,|I don't believe in anything.|- I can believe that.
I'm an atheist;|besides, I'm superstitious.
All right, then, I'm sorry about|the window. I'll have it fixed.
Can I have the ball back ?
You even throw like an atheist.
Mrs. Carmody,|did the young priest come yet ?
He's here, but he insisted on changin'|his clothes before seein' you.
Ah, that's nice.|Tidy himself up a bit.
Hello, Father.
I'm your new curate, Father.
If you'll excuse my appearance.
No, no, it's not possible.|The Bishop may have a grudge against me.
He may think I've a mouthful|of clover and can't preach,
but even the Bishop wouldn't do|a thing like this to me.
I see what you mean.
Young man, is that the official garb|of the priests in St. Louis ?
No, I-- Something happened|to me on the way over.
I guess this just isn't my day, Father.|Do you mind if I--
Nah.
Eh !
Oh.
Young man, as a matter|of curiosity,
what made you become a priest ?
- Why, I--
Hello ? Well, you don't say. Huh ?
Ya don't say.
Oh, yes, I can|well believe it, yeah.
Mrs. Quimp ?
Oh, yes, yes, indeed, Mrs. Quimp.
Yes, indeed, I appreciate|your good intentions. Yes, yes, yes.
- Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.|- I guess she told you about me, huh ?
Yeah, the garrulous old biddy.
Young man, I'm afraid|you're off to a very bad start.
That's what she said.|I'm sorry, Father, I--
Smashin' people's windows.|Such conduct.
Oh, yes, that reminds me.|I wanted to ask you something.
Yeah, listen now.|Tell me, young man,
how did you happen|to become a priest ?
- Well, I--
Yeah, yeah.
Chuck ? Chuck who ?
- Father Chuck ?|- That's me.
Here, I'll take it over here.
Hello ? Timmy !
Well, how are ya, Timmy ?
I just got in.|Well, what do you know ?
That's Father O'Dowd, an old friend of|mine. We used to go to school together.
" Hail Alma Mater|Thy time honored halls "
" Shall echo|with our praise 'til we die "
" And 'round our hearts|are the ivy-covered walls "
" Of East St. Louis "
" High "
Ha, ha, good, Chuck, good, good.|Can't ya talk ?
Mmm, well, no.
All right, then,|I'll do the talkin'.
How does your new pastor|impress you ?
You're a big help.|It's a little early to say.
Time will tell though.
Uh-uh, no, I think it would be better|if I told you when I saw you.
Yes, it would be much better.
All right, Timmy, make it soon, huh ?|So long.
- Oh, he's a great little man.|- Yeah, yeah.
- Uh, what were we talkin' about ?|- Oh--
- Yes, I was goin' to ask you--|- You were going to ask me|if I want to see the church.
- Yes, that's right.|- Yes.
- I like this. It's beautiful.|- Thank you.
- How long you been here, Father ?|- Uh, 45 years.
- And the--|- 46 in October !
- The church ?|- The same. I built it.
- I can only hope someday|I can say I built as much.|- Ah.
- This is nice.|- Yeah, the birds like it.
They're good company. Listen.
- Yes, I've taken a great deal|of pleasure in me garden.
It's been hard work,|but it's been worth it.
I think you'll find this a very|pleasant place in which to meditate.
- Ya do meditate, don't ya ?|- Oh, yes, sure.
Now I'll show you the church.
What we really need|is a loudspeaker system.
Hmph, for a minute I thought|I found a four-leaf clover.
Guess it just isn't my day.
- Would you like to see the church ?|- Oh, yes !
Oh, Mrs. Carmody, j-just a minute.
Just a minute.
- Where's Father O'Malley ?|- He left early this morning.
- The young man doesn't sleep|as late as you do, you know ?|- Huh ? Oh.
- What's this ?|- His luggage. It just arrived.
Golf, tennis, and where,|may I ask, is his fish pole ?
It's here. Huh !
- Good mornin', Father.|- Been to market, eh ?
Mrs. Carmody could attend to that. You|should have been making parish calls.
I have. Mrs. McGonigle, the one|with the big house and rheumatism.
- She sent you a present.|- Oh, she did, huh ?
Very generous of her.|A fine Christian woman, Mrs. McGonigle.
Eh, wonder what 'tis.|Something to eat, I dare say.
- Jam, jam. No, pickled pigs feet.
Possibly some brandied peaches.
If there's one thing I'm partial to,|it's a nice big jar of brandied peaches.
- A nice basket too.|- Yes, she wants it back.
Too young, O'Malley. Much too young|to be separated from their mother.
That's what she said.|So, here's the mother.
- Isn't she cute ?|- The joy of giving is indeed a pleasure.
Especially when you get rid|of something you don't want.
Oh, Mrs. McGonigle|is famous for these tricks.
When her husband died,|she sent me his umbrella,
his long flannel underwear|and his mustache cup.
" Hail Alma Mater|Thy time honored halls "
" Shall echo with our praise|'til we die "
" And 'round our hearts are|the ivy-covered walls "
" Of East St. Louis High "
- Timmy, how are ya ?|- Chuck, I'm glad to see ya.
- How long is it|since we've seen each other ?|- Four years.
- Oh, five, anyway.|- Has it been that long ?
- Yes !|- Pardon me, Father Fitzgibbon.
- This is my old friend, Father O'Dowd.|- How are you, Father Fitzgibbon ?
We've been friends since we|were knee-high to a niblick.
- He was our local Huckleberry Finn.
Laugh and the world laughs|with you, he used to say.
- Cry, and you cry all by yourself.|- How are you, Father ?
I just dropped by to see|if Father O'Malley could play|a little golf this afternoon ?
Oh, you did ?|Where's your parish ?
Right over here, St. Francis.
Well, now, about your golf.
Of course, I can't answer|for you, but at St. Dominic's|we've very little time...
for games of golf and such like.
If you were working for me,|all I can say is that you|wouldn't have time for it, either.
It's lucky for me then|that I'm at St. Francis.
It's my hope St. Francis|can say the same.
- Uh-oh, he's got you there, Timmy.|- Good, Father, very good.
Say, Father, why don't you come a round|with us sometime ? It's a grand game.
Sure, Father, we'll teach ya.|A man is never too old to learn.
Lot of nice, fresh air|out on the golf course.
And profanity too.|No, a golf course is nothing...
but a poolroom moved outdoors.
You mind if I use that one|sometime, Father ?
Young man, would you mind--
- How did he ever become a priest ?|- Oh, well, I don't--
Father Fitzgibbon.
Excuse me.
- Who is it ?|- Mrs. Quimp.
Oh !
Does he know ?
- Does he know what ?|- That you're in charge.
- How'd you know ?|- I didn't.
I gathered as much|when I heard you were here.
Everybody knows that St. Dominic's|is in a bad way.
Father Fitzgibbon|is getting to be an old man.
- This needs a young fellow--|- Timmy, look.
- Don't mention it to anybody.|- Oh, no, no.
When I had my talk with the Bishop,|it was our understanding...
that Father Fitzgibbon was|to remain here as pastor and I was...
to try and straighten out St. Dominic's|without hurtin' his feelings.
I see. You're in charge,|but you're not.
I don't think I'd like|an assignment like that.
But the Bishop couldn't very well|put him out to pasture, could he ?
"Pasture" ?|What's this I hear about a pasture ?
I was just saying to him, Father,
the next time I come past your church|I'm going to drop in and see ya.
Good day, Father.|So long, Chuck.
- I was goin' to ask ya something.
Oh, yes, the telephone.
Mrs. Quimp just telephoned.|Her landlord is throwin' her out again.
She wants somebody to go down|and see her. You better go.
- I'll go right along, Father.|Would you mind the puppies ?|- Yeah.
- Thank you.|- Uh,
I'll bet you're|the new assistant,
the one who's going to get St. Dominic's|out of all its trouble.
And I'll bet|you're all the trouble.
I'll wager you're the man|with the mortgage.
- You've heard about the mortgage ?|- All churches have mortgages.
It isn't respectable for a church|not to have one. My name is O'Malley.
- Mine is Haines.|- Nice meeting you.
We may have to touch you|for a little more a little later on.
We're gonna need a new paint job|here pretty soon.
I must run along. You look like a man|it'll be a pleasure to do business with.
Yes, uh--
Hmm.
Get out ! Get out !|You'll not put me out !
I'll pay you me rent|when I get it !
- Good morning, Father.|- Good morning.
Hello, Father. Mrs. Quimp and I|were just discussing you.
Oh, you were ?
As you know, I represent the|Knickerbocker Savings and Loan Company.
- Uh-huh.|- Inasmuch as Mrs. Quimp|declines to pay her rent,
the Knickerbocker Savings|and Loan Company refuses to offer|her any further hospitality.
Is she very far in arrears ?
Mrs. Quimp has paid us|nothing for six months.
It's very nice of you|to show her leniency.
Supposin' the poor old woman|has no place to go ?
The Knickerbocker Savings and Loan|Company is not a charitable institution,
like St. Dominic's.
With us, it's just a matter|of cold-blooded business.
With you it's different. You haven't got|anything and you don't want anything.
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're going|to do about it, but I'm going|to throw her right out on her ear.
Why don't you 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, Father.
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, I think|he'd like 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, eh ?|- Yeah.
- It's a turkey.
Let's cut through the churchyard.
- Good afternoon, boys.|- Oh, hello, Father.
That's a fine, fat bird|you have there.
Oh, well, we was sort of|bringin' it over for ya.
- It's, uh, sort of a present.|Ain't it, Herman ?|- Y-Yeah !
Well, that's very generous of ya.
Such a fine bird and all.
Now, where, may I ask,|did ya get it ?
- Ah, we got--|- We won it in a raffle|over to the theater.
- We were lucky !|- Isn't that great, huh ?
- But, surely, your mother--|- Oh, except on Christmas,|Ma don't like turkey.
- She don't ?|- Honest.
That's most fortunate for me.|There's nothin' I'm more partial to|than a nice tom turkey.
Roasted, all with dressing.|Well, I appreciate your kindness, boys.
- It ain't nothin', Father.|- On the contrary, I appreciate|the thought behind it.
Small luxuries, like small sacrifices,|are ofttimes the most godly.
Well, bless ya both.|Thank you.
Take it i-inside, inside|the kitchen to the housekeeper.
Okay, Father,|we'll see ya later.
So you guaranteed|Mrs. Quimp's rent, did ya ?
- Of course I did.|- St. Dominic's can't afford it.
I expected you to counsel|Mrs. Quimp, not to adopt her.
- Hmm.|- Ah, 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 ?
- Uh-huh. What about him ?|- This afternoon--
Tony belongs to a fine,|upstanding Catholic family.
Eleven children.|Oh, sure, I know Tony.
- As fine a lad|as there is in the parish.|- Police don't think so.
- Oh, they don't, huh ?|- No, if something isn't done|about Tony and his pals,
I'm afraid they're gonna wind up|in a reform school.
- Who told you that ?|- The police.
You've been listenin'|to Patrick McCarthy, no doubt.
Let me tell you that that--|That man hasn't been to Mass|in the last ten years.
That may be, but I think|McCarthy's right about those kids.
They're terrorizing|the whole neighborhood.
Hmm. No use talkin' like that.
To hear the police talk,|you'd think that every lad|in the parish was a criminal.
I'll have you know that|the very food there before us...
is brought to us by two of|those very lads that the police|are so maliciously slandering.
Ah, is that so ?
Tony Scaponi was one of them.|I gave them both my blessing.
And they gave you the bird.
- Yeah.
- I'll get it.
- Hello, McCarthy.|- Oh, good evenin', Father.
Well, I brung 'em.|Tony Scaponi, Herman Langerhanke.
Hi, fellows. I don't think|you have to wait, McCarthy.
Well, okay, Father.
Say, uh, I understand that you fellows|like baseball pretty well, huh ?
- Yeah ?|- I was thinking, Saturday...
the Yanks are playing|the St. Louis Browns, a doubleheader.
Would you like to go out|and see the games with me ?
St. Louis is my old hometown, you know.|Get all the passes I want.
- What do you say ?|- Well, I guess so.
- Yeah, sure, I guess|the fellows would like that.|- It's a date then.
- I'll meet you here Saturday at noon ?|- That'd be good.
You run along and have your dinner.|I'll go finish my turkey.
Let me see now, uh, where was I ?
Oh, yeah, I know.|I was goin' to ask you something.
- Oh, yeah, what made me|become a priest ?|- No, no, no, no.
- Uh, about young Tony ?|What was it the police accused him of ?|- Stealing.
Stealing ? Stealing what ?
Turkeys.
Seems the boys hijacked a poultry truck|down the street here.
There was quite a bit of excitement.|The driver reported them to the police.
Uh, did the poor man|get his turkeys back ?
All but one, Father.
Thank you.
Ah, McCarthy, how are ya ?
- Good mornin', Father.|Uh, you open for business.|- Always open for business.
- Come on in.|- Come on.
Sit down. Stay here.
- Come right in, Pat.|- I got a problem, Father.
- Seems like it's more yours than mine.|- Mm-hmm.
It's her.|Well, Father, it's this way.
- Last night I'm walkin' me beat, see ?|- Mm-hmm.
- Who do you think I runs into ?|- Her ?
- Mm-mm. Mrs. Quimp.|- Ah.
"Officer McCarthy," she says.|You know how the old stool pigeon talks.
- Yes, I do.|- "lf you'll go around|the corner, you'll find a girl.
I've been watching her|and she ain't up to no good."
Well, Father, I goes around|the corner and there like|the Quimp says, I finds her.
- Do you follow me, Father ?|- Oh, yes, yeah.
Well, I looks at her|and sizes her up.
One of those things, I think.|I'm just about to say to her,
"Look, sister, not on my beat."
But she turns and right away|I sees I'm out of line.
- You follow me, Father ?|- Mm-hmm, yeah.
Well, to get down to it, Father, I find|she's broke and run away from home.
Doesn't know a soul in town.
So, instead of bookin' her,|I takes her home.
It's all right with|the missus one night,
but if she stays any longer, well--
I guess Mrs. McCarthy,|good woman that she is, is no|different from any other woman.
- You follow me, Father ?|- Yeah, I follow you.
So, she tells us that she's|run away from home on account of|her folks don't understand her.
We tried arguing with her,|Father, but she's a tough one.
She thinks "Honor thy father|and thy mother" is a belly laugh.
Well, Father, guess I'll let you|pick it up from here.
- Says her name's Carol James.|- All right, McCarthy.
- So long, Father. You can go in now.|- Good-bye.
Come right in.|Won't you sit down over here ?
Carol, suppose you give us|your version of it, huh ?
I guess it's just|about like he said.
- You don't get along with your parents ?|- No.
- So you're going to leave home ?|- Oh, I've left.
Hmm. How are you fixed for funds ?
I haven't any.|That's how I met Officer McCarthy.
Oh, but I'll get by.
Why don't you go back home ?
I tell you, at home|my life is intolerable.
- Parents ?|- We don't agree on anything.
Don't like the way I do my hair,|my eyebrows, too much lipstick.
Too something or other, too long,|too short. Do you think it's too short ?
Well, I-- I don't know.
They even object|to my boyfriends.
If they do let me go out, they say,|"Where are you going ? Come home early.
- Come right home after the show."|- "No drive-in."
No matter how early I get in,|it's too late.
And if I say we ran out of gas,|they say I'm lying.
- Are ya ?|- Sometimes.
Did you ever think of maybe havin'|the boyfriends over to the house ?
Now you talk like they do.
I can't have them over|to the house because Grandma|sleeps in the living room.
- She does, huh ?|- By 9:00 we have to be off the couch.
She needs it for a bed.|Can you imagine ?
Of course, you know,|there might be two sides to it.
Maybe you're bein'|a little unreasonable.
- I'm 18.|- Eighteen, huh ?
As old as that ?
When I was 18, I thought|my father was pretty dumb.
After a while, when I got to be 21,|I was amazed to find out how much|he'd learned in 3 years.
Oh, well.|Now that you're in New York,
- what do you propose to do ?|- I'm going to get a job.
- I'm a singer.|- A singer, huh ?
- You any good ?|- Of course, I'm good.
- What makes you think so ?|- Well, I'm-- I'm just good, that's all.
Well, uh, would you sing something|for me ? Maybe I can help ya.
- Supposed to be a good judge.|- You wouldn't know|the kind of songs I know.
How do you know ?
Oh. Do you happen to know|"Day After Forever" ?
- What key ?|- Well, do you mind|dropping it just a little ?
" All day tomorrow "
" I'll be whisperin'|your name "
" And the day after forever "
" I know I'll do the same "
" Maytime or winter "
" I won't let you out of sight "
" And the day after forever "
" We'll talk about tonight "
" Your laughter is a melody "
" That I'll remember long "
" It plays upon my heartstrings "
" It's my favorite song "
" All through a lifetime "
" I'll be loving you|and then "
" On the day after forever "
" I'll just begin again "
Well, what do you think ?
Well, you got|a pretty nice voice, but...
instead of so much of this,
you ought to think about putting|a little feeling into the words.
Well, for instance, Father ?
" All day tomorrow "
" I'll be whispering your name "
" And the day after forever "
" I know I'll do the same "
" Maytime or winter "
" I won't let you|out of sight "
" And the day "
" After forever "
" We'll talk about tonight "
I see what you mean, Father.
Supposing you try it then, huh ?|Just speak the words.
Your laughter is a melody...
- that I'll remember long.|- That's it.
- It plays upon my heartstrings.|- Now sing it.
" It's my favorite song "
" All through a lifetime "
" I'll be loving you "
" And then on the day "
" After forever "
" I'll just begin "
" Again "
What's that ?|" Again "
- I was imitating you, Father ?|- Did I do that ?
- Oh, definitely.|- Maybe, but I didn't do that--
" And the day after forever "
" You're my favorite song "|There's no thought behind that at all.
" We'll talk about-- "
What does that got|to do with the song ?
Hello, Father.
This, uh, young lady|came to us for some help.
- Oh. So it's work you're wantin'.|- Yes, Father.
Well, I think maybe|I could place you.
- You can ?|- What would you think of|a little general housework ?
Mrs. Scaponi, with all those children,|11-- no, 12 in October.
I think maybe she could use you.
Oh, no. I'm not looking|for that kind of work.
I don't think you understand,|Father, she's a singer.
Aren't ya ?
Well, now, and where, may I ask,
are ya expectin'|to find employment ?
In some nice, cool, airy|nightclub, I suppose.
- Any prospects ?|- Well, no. Not exactly.
And you're willin' to starve|rather than push a broom ?
You have a home, I presume ?
- No, she just left it, Father.|- Go right back to your parents.
A fine, little girl like you|singin' someplace like that,
uh, Blue Goose or something.
But you've got to start|someplace, Father.
Nonsense. Bein' a good wife|and mother is a good enough start|for you, like your own mother.
- Well, good-bye, Father.|- Good-bye.
Good-bye.
Here, young lady,|you go home and stay home...
'til the right man|comes around.
The right man will|never come near our house.
But don't worry, I'll get by.
Say, uh, Carol ?
Wait just a minute. Father ?
- Do you think you could|let me have ten, Father ?|- Of what ?
Ten dollars. She's all alone.|She hasn't a thing.
Open up our hearts, huh ?|Ten dollars.
Just a minute.
- How about five ?|- Five ? No, no, a ten, ten.
Carol, I didn't like the way|you said, "I'll get by."
- Here's a little something|to tide you over.|- Father--
It's all right.|It's not charity. It's a loan.
Thanks. I can use it.|I appreciate it.
Carol, I guess there's a lot of things|I should have said to you.
Advice and one thing or another. But|you wouldn't have paid any attention.
After all,|you are 18, aren't you ?
- Don't worry. I'll be all right.|- Of course, you will, Carol.
- I'll get by.|- Oh, don't say that.
- Let us hear from you, huh ?|- All right, Father.
- Bye.|- Bye, Carol.
Hey, fellas.
What are we doin',|hangin' around here for ?
- Yeah !|- Yeah !
- 'Cause I promised O'Malley,|that's what for.|- Why ?
- 'Cause I said so, see ?|- Hey, fellas, look.
- Lace panty-coats.|- Yeah, lace panty-coats.
First thing you know, he'll be|charmin' us into these things.
Yeah, makin' altar boys out of us.
Hold it. First guy up,|I kick his teeth in, see ?
Now, look, you, O'Malley's|a right guy, see ? Pick him up.
Now, look, you,|O'Malley's a right guy, see ?
- He didn't rat on us|about the turkeys, did he ?|- No.
- Took us to a baseball game, didn't he ?|- Yeah.
- Bought us hot dogs, didn't he ?|- Yeah.
He's gonna take us|to a picture show, ain't he ?
How do we know ?
- Hello, Father.|Say hello to the Father.|- Hello, Father.
Hi, fellows.
- Father, where'd you get the outfit ?|- It's the St. Louis Browns.
I told you I used to work out with them.|They thought I brought them luck.
When I left town,|they made me a present of it.
That's just the outfit|to wear in a cellar.
Oh, you, knockin' my team. I guess you|wonder why I asked you down here, huh ?
- Well, uh, Father, I want|to talk to you a minute, can I ?|- Wanna see me ?
- Yeah, just a minute.|- Pardon me, boys.
- Tony, what's on your mind ?|- Well, Father, uh,
so you won't have no beef comin',|I'm layin' it on the line, okay ?
- Okay.|- Okay. Well, they's here, Father.
Like I promised, only you|should have heard 'em squawk.|Worse than that turkey.
- Oh, the turkey. They did, huh ?|- Yeah, they figured...
bein' a priest you was gonna|slip 'em the old routine.
- Oh, yeah.|- Personally, I'm for givin' ya a break.
- What I says with the gang goes.|- Swell of ya, Tony.
It ain't nothin', Father. Only the way|it is now, I'm on the hook for ya, see ?
- I'm responsible for ya. Get me ?|- I won't let you down.
Maybe ya won't, but I'm tellin' ya,|you step outta line just once,
me and the gang will drop ya|like you was a hot potato, okay ?
- Okay. Can I talk to 'em now ?|- Oh, sure, go ahead.
Boys, I'm not gonna|do much talkin'.
Like Tony says, I'm gonna|lay it right on the line.
I asked you down here|to do me a favor.
St. Dominic's needs a choir,|and I want to start one.
- Uh-oh !|- I know what you're thinkin',|but it's not gonna be that way.
It's gonna be fun. Believe me,|I like fun as much as anybody.
If it doesn't turn out that way,|if you think I'm trying|to slip something over on you,
well, like Tony says, you can|drop me "like a hot potato."
- What do you say ?|You gonna give me a break ?|- Father, that depends.
- What is it ?|- How many of you here know|"Three Blind Mice" ?
- I know it.|- One, two. Any more ?
- Oh, come on, you all know it.|- Everybody knows it ?
- Sure.|- Fine.
What's the matter with him over there ?
Oh, Herman ?|He's poutin'. Hey, Herman !
- He's got a good bass voice.|You want him ?|- Certainly, Tony.
You've got him, Father.
Now, let's see, we got|to divide this up someway.
Hey, Herman, wait a minute.
- The Father wants to see ya.|- Well, I don't wanna see the Father--
- Shh ! Keep quiet, will ya ?|- Why--
- Don't hit me on the head.|You make me dopey !|- You are dopey.
- Now keep quiet. Come here.|- Well, I--
- Look, he wants a bass singer.|- I ain't a bass singer--
- You are a bass singer.|- Why am I a bass singer ?
- That burns me up ! Shh ! Shh !|- My head ! My head !
- He wants a bass singer.|- I don't know how to sing--
Will you go down, please ?|Will you go down ?|Now, keep quiet, okay ?
- Let's go.|- Okay.
" Three blind mice|Three blind mice "
" See how they run|See how they run "
" They all run after|the farmer's wife "
" She cut off their tails|with a carving knife "
" Did you ever see such a sight|in your life as three blind mice "
" Three blind mice|Three blind mice "
" See how they run|See how they run "
" They all run after|the farmer's wife "
" She cut off their tails|with a carving knife "
" Did you ever see such a sight|in your life as three blind mice "
It's no business|of mine, but sometimes...
the things you do in haste|are the things we most regret.
Think it over a while. Then if you|really feel you must see the Bishop--
- That I do !|- But the boys are much better off|here than the streets.
- I'm sure that was|Father O'Malley's idea.|- I'm a tolerant man.
But there are some things|that get under my skin and|"Three Blind Mice" is one of them.
- But he's young, Father.|- Huh ?
I'll admit, maybe|a wee bit impulsive.
But I know he means well.
After all, it was the Bishop himself|did put him here.
And the Bishop himself|will put him someplace else.
I'm going to ask to have|Father O'Malley transferred.
Don't worry. It's not|a bad report I'll be makin'.
I'll just tell the Bishop|that this young man and I differ.
We don't see eye-to-eye. I'd be happier|if he were sent some other place.
It's a long, hard road|you've come, Father.
Forty-five years, and most of the time|carryin' other people's burdens.
The time has come when you|should rest on your oars.
Take things easier.|Enjoy your life.
Let somebody else|carry the load for ya.
Sure, and Father O'Malley's|got a strong pair of shoulders.
" Three blind mice|Three blind mice "
" See how they run|See how they run "
" They all run after|the farmer's wife "
- " She cut off their tails|with a carving knife "|- See what I mean ?
- " Did you ever see|such a sight in your life "|- No, I've got to see the Bishop.
" Three blind mice|Three blind mice "
We got our sections now.|I'm gonna give each section a note.
Then we'll put them altogether|and we'll have a chord.
Take this section first.|Here's your note. " Ba "
Got that ?|Let me hear it now.
- " Ba "|- Oh, I thought we had some singers here.
I want to hear everybody in this|section. Big, now, let me hear it.
" Ba "
That's good.|Second section, here's your note.
" Ba, ba, ba "|You got that ? Let me hear it.
" Ba "
Oh, we got a cruller in there|somewhere ? Who is that ? You ?
- What's your name ?|- My name is Elmer.
- Elmer, your voice is changing|or something, isn't it ?|- Yeah, I guess so, Father.
Think we'll have|to drop you down a bracket.|You get over here in the third section.
- Elmer is a switch-hitter, it seems.
Let me hear that second section again.|" Ba, ba "
- " Ba "|- Oh, that's great.
Now the third section.|Here's your note. " Ba, ba, ba "
- Got that ?|- " Ba "
Elmer, you sing like you|were made for this section.
Now we're gonna drop way down|in the basement. Watch this now.
This is tricky.|Everybody take a toehold.
" Ba, ba, ba, ba "
That's your note. " Ba "|Let me hear it.
" Ba "
- There's a pink one in there somewhere.|- That wasn't me.
- What did you sing ?|- " Ba "
Sit down, Tony. Okay.
Everybody together now.|You got your notes ?|" Ba, ba, ba, ba "
We hit them altogether and we got a nice|chord. Ready ? Take a deep breath.
Let's hear it.
" Ba "
Now you got chord number one,|chord number two, chord number three.
Put those three chords together|and we can sing a song.
I'll hold up the fingers and those will|be your signals. Watch the signals now.
Make out I'm the catcher. I'm giving|you the signals. One, two, three.
Ready ? Here's your note now.|" Ba "
Ready ? Here's your note now.|" Ba "
- " Silent night "
- " Holy night "
- " All is calm "
- " All is bright "
- " Round yon virgin "
- " Mother and child "
- " Holy infant "
- " So tender and mild "
- " Sleep "
- " In heavenly peace "
- " Sleep "
- " In heavenly peace "
Oh, that's fine, boys.|Thanks very much.
Want to call it a day ? There's still|enough light outside for some baseball.
Let's sing some more, Father.
- Yeah, let's go ahead.|- Yeah, come on ! Let's sing some more.
- You saw the Bishop, Father ?|- Yeah.
Would you ask Father O'Malley|if he'd mind stepping into me study ?
You want to see me, Father ?
Yes, yes, so I did, so I did.
Sit down, sit down.
Father O'Malley,|I've been to see the Bishop.
Oh, you have ?
And I want to be frank with you.
I must admit that my purpose|in going to see the Bishop...
was to have you transferred.
I'm sorry you don't like me, Father.
I don't dislike anyone.
- It's just that I disagree with you.|- What did the Bishop say ?
After a little talk,|he congratulated me...
on me 45 years at St. Dominic's.
He has a remarkable memory.
He said it was a monument...
to the fact that I had...|built it.
Coming from the Bishop,|that's certainly a fine compliment.
Then I told him|I had come to talk about you.
That seemed to disturb him.
Then he started tellin' me|about what a fine, young man you are,
capable, progressive,|how much confidence he had in you.
He even told me that, uh,
he had a nice talk with ya|before ya reported to me.
Of course, he didn't tell me|what you two talked about.
He didn't have to.
I could see it|in the good man's eyes.
When ya get to my age,|ya can do that, ya know. Oh, yes.
Then, after a little more tellin' me|how progressive you are,
he asked me why I'd come.
And knowin' what was on his mind|and to save him the embarrassment...
of havin' to tell me,|you know the Bishop, uh,
the Bishop wouldn't hurt anyone,
I put him at his ease.
"Bishop," I said, "the very thing|that's on your mind is on mine.
It's the very thing|I've come to see you about.
I want you to put|young Father O'Malley...
in charge of St. Dominic's."
The Bishop seemed much relieved.
He congratulated me|on my ability to see...
so clearly at my age,
on my ability|to face the inevitable.
Then what happened ?
Hmm.
That was all.
Oh, Father.
Why can't we go along|just as we have been ?
No, no, no.|You're in charge now.
- Sit down.|- No, Father.
- Sit down. I'll familiarize you with--|- There's no hurry.
We can do that anytime, Father.
Well, is there anything|you'd like me to do-- I mean, now ?
Nothing.
Well, then, if you--|If you don't mind,
I'll lie down a while|before dinner.
All right, Father.
When you and the Bishop|had your little talk,
it was more or less|along those lines, wasn't it ?
Yes.
I think you better|start without him.
Looks like he's not|coming down for dinner.
Well, he said he wanted|to take a little nap.
He didn't look well, did he,|when he came in this evening ?
Go see if he's awake.|If he's coming down, I'll wait for him.
Father O'Malley !
Father O'Malley !
Father ! He's gone.
He's packed his things, everything.|He's gone.
- Where would he go ?|- I can't imagine.
Okay, sure,|but keep at it, will ya ?
No, you can't miss him.|A little guy.
Old. Got a grip and an umbrella.
Okay.
Nothin' yet, Father. They're gonna|check the subways, the hospitals.
Look, Father,|take it easy, will ya ?
You better go home.|No use the two of us gettin' drowned.
- All right, but you call me|the minute you hear anything.|- I will.
- I don't care what time it is.|- I will.
- Shall I make some coffee ?|- Huh ? Hmm ?
Oh, no, thank you.
Come on.|Now what's the matter ?
If you don't mind it,|I'd rather go in by myself.
If you don't mind, I found ya|and I'm gonna deliver ya personally.
That's not necessary.
There's no reward, you know.
It's going to be a little difficult,|and I'd rather explain...
to Father O'Malley|in me own way.
I can do that better|when you're not around.
Okay. But if you want my advice,
you'll just tell him you've been|a bad boy and you ran away|from home and you're sorry.
Hmph. And if you want my advice,|you'll go to church on Sunday...
and say you haven't been to Mass|in ten years and that you're sorry.
Hello.
If you don't mind,|I've come back, but only temporarily.
Until me plans|are more formulated,
maybe you wouldn't mind|lettin' me stay.
Oh, I'll--|I'll be no bother to you.
Here, Father, let's get out|of these wet clothes,
and get you up to bed, huh ?
But I don't expect me old room.|That's yours now.
- Oh, I haven't moved in there yet.|- No, no, I insist.
That's your room.|I'll sleep on a cot, anywhere.
I'll not even be bothering you|for me food. I'll eat out.
We'll talk about that later.|Mrs. Carmody will bring you|something on a tray.
No, no, no, no.|I'm not a bit hungry. I'll--
Oh, come on now, Father,|just a wee snack.
I've been keepin' it|for you on the stove.
Nice juicy cut of roast beef, Yorkshire|pudding and some creamed onions.
Oh, and some asparagus|with buttered bread crumbs.
And golden brown potatoes|and a nice cup of coffee.
We-We-Well, if you insist,
just a small portion|of everything.
Good.
I hope it wasn't too much|trouble, Mrs. Carmody.
- No trouble at all, Father.|- I feel I ought to help|with the dishes.
- Don't worry about the dishes.
'Tisn't much washin'|they'll be needin'.
You're still cold, Father.|You were drenched to the skin.
You ought to take a little|something to warm you up.
Do you have a wee drop|of the "crature" about ?
Matter of fact, I might have|a little one with you.
I was out myself tonight.|I went out for a paper.
Ah, well, in that case--
- I'll ask Mrs. Carmody|where she keeps it.|- No, no, no.
- Look, look yonder in the bookcase.|- Oh.
No, no, the other side.|Now down, down.
You'll find it behind|The Life of General Grant.
- A bit of old Ireland, huh ?
Yes. Every Christmas|since I left,
my old mother sends me|one of these.
With a degree of abstinence,|it becomes me calendar.
I get a little behind during Lent,|but it comes out even at Christmas.
Woop, woop.
That's me mother.
Oh, she's very beautiful.
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