All language subtitles for (directdownloads.link) Going My Way (1944)

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.

But, Father, 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, Son. Improvements are out.
Now, Father...

That was good. What he
said, that was good.

Well, he's new to our business.
Now, Father...

No furnace?
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.

Why don't you make it 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.

But that's your business.
Keep it bright.

But seriously, Father,
we've 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.

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?

I'm looking
for St. Dominic's Church.

Why?

I'm gonna work there.

The new assistant?

And you can't even
find the church.

Well, all I can say,
young man,

you're off to
a mighty bad sta.

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,
you will.

At St. Dominic's,
she's a regular two-a-dayer.

Very religious, burns candles.

I could tell you plenty
about them, too.

And if I did, they'd have
to leave the neighborhood.

If you're looking
for St. Dominic's, Father,

it's a block up
and then to your left.

Thank you.

Hello.
Hello.

How's things going?

Terrible.
They never hit one to me.

Watch right field for me a
minute, will you, Father?

Sure.
I got to run in the house.

Okay.

Hey, fellas, the Father's
gonna take my place.

Okay, Father.

I got it! Got it!

Hurry up! Come on!

Thanks.

What do you think
you're doing?

I'm the substitute
right fielder.

You ought to be ashamed
of yourself...

playing around with kids,
smashing people's windows.

A big grown-up man.

And a priest, besides.

Hello.

Still looking
for St. Dominic's.

You just wait till I tell
Father Fitzgibbon.

Look, you keep out of this,
will you? Go on.

This is between
him and me.

Honestly, I'm sorry
about the window.

Yeah, but being 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 shouldn't 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?

These were given to me.

Why don't you keep them
until I've made good?

Maybe they'll make you
feel better.

They're mother of pearl,
you see?

If that'll satisfy you,
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 changing
his clothes before seeing you.

That's nice.
Tidy himself up a bit.

Hello, Father.

I'm your new curate, Father.

If you'll excue
my appearance.

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, may I ask...

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...
No.

Young man,
as a matter of curiosity...

what made you become a priest?

Why, I...

Hello?

Well, you don't say.

You don't say.

Oh, yes, I can
well believe it, yeah.

Mrs. Quimp?

Yes, indeed, Mrs. Quimp.

I appreciate your good intentions.
Yes. Goodbye.

I guess she told you
about me?

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...

Smashing people's windows.
Such conduct.

Oh, yes, that reminds me.
I wanted to ask you something.

Listen now.

Tell me, young man, how did you
happen to become a priest?

Well, I...

Yeah.

Chuck? Chuck who?

Father Chuck?
That's me.

Here, I'll take it over here.

Hello? Timmy!

Well, how are you, 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
till we die

And 'round our hearts
are the ivy-covered walls

Of East St. Louis

High

Good, Chuck. Can't you talk?

Well, no.

All right, then,
I'll do the talking.

How does your new pastor
impress you?

You're a big help.
It's a little early to say.

Time will tell, though.

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.

He's a great little man.

Yeah.

What were we talking about?
Yes, I was going to ask...

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?

Forty-five years.

And the...
Forty-six in October.

The church?

Same. I built it.

I can only hope someday
I can say I built as much.

This is nice.

Yeah, the birds like it.

They're good company.
Listen.

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.

You do meditate, don't you?

Oh, yes, sure.

Now I'll show you the church.

What we really need
is a loudspeaker system.

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?

Yes.

Mrs. Carmody, 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.

What's this?

His luggage. It just arrived.

Golf, tennis. And where, may
I ask, is his fish pole?

It's here.

Good morning, Father.

Been to market?

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.

She did?

Very generous of her,
I must say.

A fine Christian woman,
Mrs. McGonigle.

Wonder what it is. Something
to eat, I dare say.

Jam. No, pickled pig's 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.

They're too young. 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.

Mrs. McGonigle is famous
for these tricks.

When her husband died,
she sent me his umbrella...

his long flannel underwear,
and his moustache cup.

Hail Alma Mater
Thy time-honored halls

Shall echo with our praise
till we die

And 'round our hearts
are the ivy-covered walls

Of East St. Louis High

Timmy, how are you?

Chuck,
I'm glad to see you.

How long
since we've seen each other?

Four years.

Five, anyway.

Has it been that long?

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'd 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.

You did?
Where's your parish?

Right over here,
St. Francis.

Well, now, about your golf.

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.

He's got you there, Timmy.

Good, Father, very good.

Father, why don't you come with us?
It's a grand game.

Sure, we'll teach you. A man
is never too old to learn.

Lot of fresh air
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?

Well, I don't...

Father Fitzgibbon.

Excuse me.

Who is it?
Mrs. Quimp.

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.
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 hurting 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 you.

Good day, Father.
So long, Chuck.

I was going to ask you something.
Oh, yes, the telephone.

Mrs. Quimp just telephoned.

Her landlord
is throwing her out again.

She wants somebody to go and see her.
You better go.

I'll go right along, Father.
Would you mind the puppies?

Thank you.

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's O'Malley.
Mine's 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 soon.

I must run along.

You look like a man it'll be a
pleasure to do business with.

Yes.

Get out!
You're not putting 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.

You were?

As you know, I represent...

the Knickerbocker Savings
and Loan Company.

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 certainly very nice of
you to show her leniency.

Supposing 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'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?

It's turkeys.

Let's cut
through the churchyard.

Good afternoon, 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.

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.

Okay, Father,
we'll see you later.

So you guaranteed
Mrs. Quimp's rent?

Of course.

St. Dominic's
can't afford it.

I expected you to counsel Mrs.
Quimp, not to adopt her.

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?

What about him?

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.

Let me tell you that that man hasn't
been to Mass in the last 10 years.

That may be, but I think
McCarthy's right about those kids.

They're terrorising
the whole neighborhood.

No use talking 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

the police are so maliciously
slandering.

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.

Good evening, Father.

Well, I brung them.

Tony Scaponi,
Herman Langerhanke.

Hi, fellows.

I don't think
you have to wait, McCarthy.

Okay, Father.

Say, I understand that you fellows
like baseball pretty well.

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.

I'll get all the passes
I want.

What do you say?

Well, I guess so.

Yeah, sure, I guess the
fellas 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,
where was I?

Oh, yeah, I know.

I was going to
ask you something.

What made me
become a priest?

No.

About young Tony.

What was it the police
accused him of?

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.

Did the poor man
get his turkeys back?

All but one, Father.

Thank you.

McCarthy, how are you?

Good morning, Father.
You open for business?

Always open for business,
McCarthy.

Come on in.

Come on.

Come right in, Pat.

I got a problem, Father.

Yeah?

Seems like it's
more yours than mine.

It's her. Well, Father,
it's this way.

Last night I'm walking
me beat, see?

Who do you think
I runs into?

Her?

Mrs. Quimp.

"Officer McCarthy,"
she says.

You know how
the old stool pigeon talks.

Yes, I do.

"If 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?

Yes.

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."

When she turns, and right
away I sees I'm out of line.

You follow me, Father?

Yeah.

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 booking her,
I takes her home.

It's all right with the missus
for one night,

but if she stays
any longer...

I guess Mrs. McCarthy,
good woman that she is...

is no different
from any other woman.

You follow me, Father?
I follow you.

So, anyway, 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.
Goodbye.

All right.
You can go in now.

Come right in.

Won't you sit down
over here?

Carol, suppose you give us
your version of it?

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?

I've left.

How are you fixed for funds?

I haven't any.

That's how I met
Officer McCarthy.

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 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 you?

Sometimes.

Did you ever think of maybe having
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?

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 being
a little unreasonable.

I'm 18.

Eighteen? 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 three years.

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? You any good?

Of course I'm good.

What makes you think so?

Well, I...

I'm just good, that's all.

Would you sing something for me?
Maybe I can help you.

Supposed to be
a pretty good judge.

You wouldn't know the
kind of songs I know.

How do you know?

Do you happen to know
Day After Forever?

What key?

Do you mind dropping it
just a little?

¶ 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

¶ 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

What do you think?

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.

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?
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?

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 has that got
to do with the song?

Hello, Father.

This young lady came to us
for some help.

So it's work
you're wanting.

Yes, Father.

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.

No. I'm not looking
for that kind of work.

I don't think you understand,
Father.

She's a singer.

Aren't you?

Well, now...

And where, may I ask, are you
expecting to find employment?

In some nice cool,
airy nightclub, I suppose.

Any prospects?

No. Not exactly.

And you're willing 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
singing someplace like that...

Blue Goose or something.

But you've got to start
someplace, Father.

Nonsense.
Being a good wife and mother

is a good enough
start for you.

Like your own mother.

Goodbye, Father.
Goodbye.

Young lady, you go home and stay home
till the right man comes around.

The right man will never come
near our house.

But don't worry.
I'll get by.

Carol!

Wait just a minute. Father.

Do you think you could
let me have 10?

Of what?

$10. She's all alone.
She hasn't a thing.

Open up our hearts. $10.

Just a minute.

How about $5?

No, $10.

Carol, I didn't like the way
you said, "I'll get by."

Here's something
to tide you over.

But, Father...

It's all right. It's not charity.
It's a loan.

Thanks. I can use it.

I appreciate it.

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.

Don't say that.

Let us hear from you.

All right, Father.

Bye.
Bye, Carol.

Hey, fellas.

What are we doing
hanging around here for?

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
charming us into these things.

Yeah, making altar boys
out of us.

Hold it. First guy up,
I kick his teeth in, see?

Look, you, O'Malley's
a right guy, see?

Pick him up.

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?

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, fellas.

Where'd you get the outfit?

It's the St. Louis Browns.

I used to work out
with them.

They thought
I brought them luck.

When I left,
they gave it to me.

That's the outfit
to wear in a cellar.

Oh, you, knocking my team.

I guess you fellas wonder
why I asked you down here.

Father, I want to
talk to you a minute.

Wanna see me?
Just a minute.

Pardon me, boys.

Tony, what's on your mind?

Well, Father, so you won't
have no beef coming,

I'm laying it
on the line, okay?

Okay. They're here.
Like I promised.

Only, you should have heard them squawk.
Worse than that turkey.

They did? Yeah, they
figured being a priest...

you were gonna slip them
the old routine.

Personally,
I'm for giving you a break.

What I say goes.

Swell of you, Tony.

It ain't nothing, Father.

Only, the way it is now,
I'm on the hook for you, see?

I'm responsible for you.
Get me?

I won't let you down.

Maybe you won't, but you
step out of line once...

me and the gang will drop you
like you were a hot potato.

Okay.
Can I talk to them now?

Sure, go ahead.

Boys, I'm not gonna do
much talking.

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.

I know what you're thinking, but
it's not gonna be that way at all.

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...

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?

Come on, you all know it.

Everybody knows it?

Sure.
Fine.

What's the matter with him?

Herman? He's pouting.

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 you.

I don't wanna
see the Father...

Keep quiet, will you,
please?

Don't hit me on the head.
You make me dopey!

You are dopey. Now keep quiet.
Come here.

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!

My head!

He wants
a bass singer.

I don't know how to sing...

Will you go down?
Now, keep quiet, okay?

Let's go.
Okay.

¶
Three blind mice ¶

¶ See how they run!

¶ They all ran after
the farmer's wife ¶

¶ Who 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

¶ See how they run!

¶ They all ran after
the farmer's wife ¶

¶ Who 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 better off
here than running the streets.

I'm sure that was
Father O'Malley's idea.

I'm a tolerant man,
Mrs. Carmody.

But there are some things
that get under my skin...

and Three Blind Mice
is one of them.

But he's young, Father.

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 making.

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

carrying other people's
burdens.

The time has come when you
should rest on your oars.

Take things a mite easier.
Enjoy your life.

Let somebody else
carry the load for you.

Sure, and Father O'Malley's got
a strong pair of shoulders.

¶
Three blind mice ¶

¶ See how they run!

¶ They all ran after
the farmer's wife ¶

See what I mean?

No, I've got to see
the Bishop.

We got our sections. I'll
give each section a note.

Then we'll put them together
and have a chord.

Take this section first.
Here's your note.

Got that? Let me hear it now.

I thought we had
singers here.

Let's hear everybody
in this section.

Big, now, let me hear it.

That's good. Second
section, here's your note.

You got that? Let me hear it.

We got a cruller in there somewhere?
Who is that? You?

- What's your name?
- Elmer.

Elmer, your voice is changing,
isn't it?

I guess so, Father.

Have to drop you down
a bracket.

Get here
in the third section.

Elmer is a switch hitter,
it seems.

Let me hear that
second section again.

That's great. Now the third section.
Here's your note.

Got that?

Elmer, you sing like
you're made for this section.

Now we're gonna drop way down in
the basement. Watch. It's tricky.

Everybody take a toehold.

That's your note.
Let me hear it.

There's a pink one somewhere.

That wasn't me.

What did you sing?

Sit down, Tony. Okay.

Everybody together now.
You got your notes?

We hit them all together and
we got a nice chord. Ready?

Everybody take
a deep breath now.

Let's hear it.

You got chord number one, chord
number two, chord number three.

Put those chords together
and we can sing a song.

I'll hold up the fingers, they'll
be your signals. Watch the signals.

Make out I'm the catcher. I'm giving
you the signals. One, two, three.

Ready? Here's your note no.

¶ 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

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.

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 wanted to see me, Father?

Yes, so I did.

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 telling me about
what a fine young man you are.

Capable, progressive, how much
confidence he had in you.

He even told me that...

he had a nice talk with you
before you 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 you get to my age, you can
do that, you know. Oh, yes.

Then, after a little more telling
me how progressive you were.

he asked me why I'd come.

And knowing
what was on his mind

and to save him
the embarrassment...

of having to tell me...

Oh, to be sure...

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?

That was all.

Father, why can't we go along
just as we have been?

No. You're in charge now.

Sit down.

No, Father.

Sit down.
I'll familiarize you with...

There's no hurry about it. We
can do that anytime, Father.

Is there anything
you'd like me to do?

I mean, now.

Nothing.

Well, then...

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.

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 you?

No, you can't miss him.
A little guy. Old.

Got a grip and an umbrella.

Okay.

Nothing yet, Father. They're gonna
check the subways, the hospitals.

Look, Father, take it easy,
will you?

You better go home.

No use the two of us
getting drowned.

Call me the minute
you hear anything.

I don't care
what time it is.

I will.

Shall I make some coffee?

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 you
and I'll deliver you 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.

And I can do that better
when you're not around.

Okay. But if you want
my advice...

you just tell him
you've been a bad boy,

you ran away from home
and you're sorry.

And if you want my advice,
you'll go to church on Sunday...

and say you haven't been to Mass
in 10 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
letting me stay.

I'll be no bother to you.

Here, Father. Let's get
out of these wet clothes

and get you up to bed.

But I don't expect me old room.
That's yours now.

I haven't moved in there yet.

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 later. Mrs. Carmody
will bring you something.

No. I'm not a bit hungry.
I'll...

Come on now, Father,
just a wee snack.

I've been keeping it for you
on the stove.

Nice juicy cut of roast beef,
Yorkshire pudding...

and there were some
creamed onions, too.

And some asparagus
with buttered breadcrumbs.

And golden brown potatoes
and a nice cup of coffee.

Well, if you insist...

just a small portion
of everything.

I hope it wasn't too much
trouble for you, Mrs. Carmody.

No trouble at all, Father.

I feel I ought to
help with the dishes.

Don't worry
about the dishes.

It isn't much washing
they'll be needing.

You're still a little 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.

Well, in that case...

I'll ask Mrs. Carmody
where she keeps it.

No. Look yonder
in the bookcase.

No, the other side. Now down.

You'll find it behind
The Life of General Grant.

A bit of old Ireland?

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.

That's me mother.

She's very beautiful.

Of course that was taken
some time ago.

She's 90 now.

Let's drink to your mother.

Hope you'll be seeing her
soon, Father.

What about your mother?

I don't remember much
about her.

She died when I was
quite young.

Let's drink to
the two of them, anyway.

Thank you, Father.

You know, Father O'Malley...

I always planned that as soon
as I got a few dollars ahead...

I'd go back to the old
country and see my mother.

Now, would you believe it,
that was 45 years ago...

and every time I get
a few dollars ahead...

There's always somebody that seems
to need it more than you do.

You'd like her.
She'd like you, too.

She always had
a song in her heart.

I can almost hear her now.

Me boy, do you know
Too Ra Loo Ra Loo?

¶
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral ¶

¶ Too-ra-loo-ra-li

¶ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral

¶ Hush now, don't you cry

¶ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral

¶ Too-ra-loo-ra-li

¶ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral

¶ That's an Irish lullaby

¶ Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral

Good night.

Take it easy, boys.
Here, Tony, here's the fare.

Everybody right home and to bed.
Get a lot of rest.

I'm responsible for you. Don't forget
we got a rehearsal in the morning.

Aren't you coming with us?

No, I think I'll walk home.

I want to think about
my sermon for Sunday.

It'll be extra special for your parents.
Oh, good.

On how to bring up children.

Father! Good luck to you!

Chuck.

Jenny!

Chuck, it's good to see you.

It's good to see you, too.

Where were you going, Jenny?

To work, and I'm late.
Come along.

Gangway.

What are you doing here?
This is the Metropolitan.

This is where I work.

Wait a minute.
Isn't that Carmen?

What do you play, one of the
spectators at the bullfight?

Believe it or not,
I'm Carmen.

Jenny Tuffle, Carmen?

I've changed that.
It's Genevieve Linden.

I was singing Carmen in Rio
and they heard me and said:

"Would you sing it here?"
Here. Can you imagine?

Jenny Tuffle
at the Metropolitan.

Imagine that.

Well, Chuck,
make yourself comfortable.

I have to be
getting on with it.

It's good to see you, Chuck.

Come on, Effie,
I'm terribly late.

I don't know why
I'm even talking to you.

No?

Why didn't you write?

I did write.

I know you did,
but why did you stop?

Didn't I tell you?

No, you didn't,
but you're going to.

Jenny? Please, I want to ask
you just a small favor.

Hello, Tommy. What is it?

Tonight, would you be so good as to
glance occasionally at my baton?

Tonight, let's not race.

Let's try just for once
to finish together?

- All right, Tommy, I promise.
- And, Tommy, do me a favor.

Meet Chuck O'Malle.

He's a very old friend
of mine.

Chuck,
Signor Tommaso Bozanni.

Father. "Chuck"?

She always calls me that.

You haven't told me yet,
Chuck.

Why did you stop writing?

I did tell you
in my last letter.

Which letter was that?

I guess that must have been
the letter you didn't get.

You wrote to me in Rome,
in Florence...

Naples, Vienna, Budapest.

Then I went to Switzerland, and I found
your letter waiting for me in Lucerne.

You should have been there,
Chuck.

It was a week
before Christms

and there was
a quaint little post offic.

I walked up to it
in the snow.

The moon was so bright that I
read your letter on the way home.

And I answered it that night.

But that letter in Lucerne
was the last one I got.

From there I went
to South America.

But there were
no more letters.

What happened, Chuck?

Chuck, what...

Father Chuck.

It'll take me a little while
to get used to that.

Where's your parish, Father?

I'm over here at St. Dominic's,
about 10 blocks from here.

You remember Timmy?

Tim O'Dowd?
Yes, of course, I do.

He's at St. Francis now.
He's a priest, too.

Dear old Timmy.
Can you imagine that?

Well, I'll have to be
running along.

Please don't go. Tommy, he can
stand in the wings, can't he?

It would be a privilege.

Please.

You know, Tommy...

Father O'Malley was the first
one to tell me I could sing.

Maybe one day I'll tell her
the same thing.

If she listens to you, maybe
you could persuade her...

to listen just once to me.

Watch the baton.

Good luck, Miss Tuffle.

You wanted to see me, Father?

Yeah.

Mrs. Quimp here,
good woman that she is...

has come here with a bit
of disturbing information.

I think it should more properly
be brought to your attention.

Nice work, Mrs. Quimp.
What is it?

Suppose you tell Father
O'Malley in your own words.

You'd better tell him,
Father.

Your little songbird
who was without funds...

but not a bit interested
in general housework...

is feathering her nest
in her own manner.

And if Mrs. Quimp's observations are
correct, a very fine manner it is.

It seems, Father O'Malley, that
the young lady in question...

has an apartment
directly across the street.

Opposite
Mrs. Quimp's bedroom.

According to Mrs. Quimp,
young Ted Haines

comes early
and stays so late that...

Mrs. Quimp is losing
a lot of sleep.

It's queer, isn't it,
Father?

Young Haines was ready
to throw me out

without so much as
a "How do you do?"

But when it comes
to this young lady...

and mark you, there are other
words I could call her...

he acts quite different.

Don't you think
it's strange?

That's a question.

People do funny things,
you know.

Fine goings-on,
Father O'Malley.

It's as plain as the nose
on your face.

The nose on whose face,
Father?

It doesn't matter
whose face it's on.

You and I
have got to face it.

Excuse us.

This is very serious
business, Father O'Malley.

As you're more familiar
with the case,

I think you should handle it.

I'll handle the little sins.

¶
All through a lifetime ¶

¶ I'll be loving you
and then ¶

¶ On the day after forever

¶ I'll just begin

¶ Again

Come in.

Hello, Father.

Hello, Carol.

Hi, Father.
Hello.

I heard you.
That's more like it.

Thank you, Father.

Maybe it's because I'm putting
more meaning into the words.

Very nice here, isn't it?

Very nice.

Before you go any further...

You mean
it's all in my mind?

That's right.

Yes, I'm sure Father is just dying
to hear more of the details.

Yes.

Won't you sit down?

I was going down the street,
minding my own business, too...

when who do you think
just happened by,

purely by accident,
of course...

and pulled up
alongside of the curb?

Ted Haines, Jr.
Right.

And what do you think
his approach was?

You tell him.

I prefer not to remember.

Well, being a woman, I do.

His exact words were, "Hey,
good-looking, what's cooking?"

Now wait a minute.

What I really said was, "Who
do you know that I know?"

You know, that's worse.

Well, that was that.

And with practically no more
of a build up than that,

he asked me to lunch.

Who knows? It might have worked.
It's been known to.

So after I'd cooled him off,
I came back here.

No job, no money, expecting
to be thrown out any minute.

There was a knock on the door.
I said to myself,

"The landlord. Here it comes."

And who do you think
was there?

Junior?

Right. I was so surprised.

So was I.

Well, up to here,
we're all surprised.

Naturally,
before throwing me out,

he had to know
a little about me.

So in a few well-chosen sentences,
I gave him the details.

Sort of like I told you.

And you found a landlord
with a heart of gold.

Well, not exactly a heart
of gold, Father, but...

Well, we had
the apartment vacant,

and it seemed a shame
to throw her out.

Anyway,
what's wrong with that?

Nothing that I know of,
up to here.

As I was saying, it was a
shame to throw her out.

Like Mrs. Quimp?

Yeah. No!
Well, that's different.

I can see that, obviously.

She told me about
coming to see you

and that you wanted
to help her.

You don't have a corner
on helping people, do you?

And besides, I've practically
got her lined up in a job.

Yes, and as soon as I get it,
I'm going to pay him back.

Every nickel of it.
You, too, Father.

No hurry about me.

Rather a nice-looking piano
you have here.

Well, she needs one,
doesn't she?

She's got to practice.
She's a singer.

It was very thoughtful.

Of course, pianos are a
little expensive these days.

I asked her first if she
couldn't play a ukulele.

Well, then naturally...

Yeah, naturally.

Carol tells me
you can play, Father.

How about trying it out
to see if I got a good buy?

Yes, play something
for us, Father.

Would you mind us asking you
a few questions, Father?

No.

Where'd you get
that wicked left hand?

Well, I've always been
interested in music.

Used to write a bit of it
at school.

I had a little band.

We used to play
for the school dances.

O'Malley's Orioles.

You know, at one time I had
quite a decision to make:

whether to write the
nation's songs or go my way.

Any regrets, Father?

Regrets? No.

I get a great happiness out of
helping people realize that...

religion doesn't
have to be this.

Taking all the fun
out of everything.

It can be bright.

Bring you closer to happiness.
Do you go to church, Ted?

Or would you rather
I change the subject?

If I could just express musically
what I have in my mind...

it would be
much more eloquent.

It would sound simpler,
and you'd remember it.

Sometimes the spoken word
can be pretty dull.

You mean, sing your sermons,
Father?

Yeah, sort of.

Have you had
anything published?

No.

Will you play us
one of your unpublished ones?

¶ This road
leads to Rainbowville ¶

¶ Going my way?

¶ Up ahead is Bluebird Hill

¶ Going my way?

¶ Just pack a basket
full of wishes ¶

¶ And off you start

¶ With Sunday morning

¶ In your heart

¶ Round the bend
you'll see a sign ¶

¶ "Dreamer's Highway"

¶ Happiness is down the line

¶ Going my way?

¶ The smiles you gather

¶ Will look well

¶ On you

¶ Oh, I hope you're

¶ Going my way

¶ Too

I think I'll leave you
on that.

Goodbye, Carol. Goodbye, Ted.

Bye, Father.

Nice thought.

Going My Way.

Isn't it?

He's quite a fellow.

Good morning, Father. I'd like to
present Miss Genevieve Linden.

Jenny, this is
Father Fitzgibbon.

Good morning, Father.

How do you do?
She's a singer.

Looking for work?
No, Father.

She sings at
the Metropolitan Opera House.

Well, it's a great privilege
to meet you, Miss Linden.

You've come quite a ways
in the world.

Traveled extensively?

Yes, quite a bit.

Where's your home?

I just bought a home
in Long Island.

A nice home?
Very lovely.

In that case, you'd be
interested in a crazy quilt.

We're raffling it off.

Again?

We're trying to raise a
little money, Father O'Dowd.

I see.

How many?

I'll take them all.
How much are they?

Be $10.

Thank you,
and I hope you win it.

Thank you.

And I hope you win it,
too, Jenny.

Then perhaps you'll donate it
to our church.

And we can raffle it off
over there all over again.

I'd hate to see that crazy
quilt leaving the parish.

Where's the pied piper
and his merry men?

Down in the basement.

Thank you, Father.
Come, Jenny.

Goodbye, Father.
Goodbye. Thank you.

Congratulations
on selling all your tickets.

Like some more?

You're our first audience,
you know.

Ready, boys?

That's the best.

Of course, we have
our more serious side.

Would you like to hear something
nice, something with more beauty?

Yes, very much.

Very well done, boys.
That's all.

Thank you so much.

See you all tomorrow.

They're angels.

They've got something you
lose when you get older.

What's the matter, Timmy?

Nothing.

That was beautiful, Chuck.
Beautiful.

Of course, we don't get
Genevieve Linden

of the Metropolitan
every day.

Nor Deems O'Dowd either.

Now wait a minute.

I'm glad to see you've kept up
your interest in music, Father.

Are you writing
anything anymore?

Yes. I have
a little song here

that Timmy's going to take
to a publisher.

A very good friend of his.

If he likes it, that might be
the answer to all our troubles.

I have bad news.
I've been to the publisher.

He wasn't interested.

Wouldn't even look at it.
Said they were loaded up.

May I see it?

So you're still in trouble.

Wouldn't even look at it?

He glanced at it.

What'd he have to say?

"Schmaltz isn't selling
this season."

What are they buying?

"Barfola."

No, I think they call it
"Voffala."

Yeah, Voffala.

Boy, I heard
some of their song hits.

It Was Hut-Sut
Time On The Rilla-Rye.

And then there was
another one.

I couldn't understand
the words.

This fella lost his girl
in Salt Lake City.

Then he goes on to say
the altitude is 5,400 feet.

The average temperature, 73.

The section is noted for gold,
silver, copper, grain.

But that doesn't make any
difference to this fella...

because he's lost his sugar.

Voffala.

Well, I know
what Voffala is. It's...

What's the matter with that?

Not from me.

Can you imagine Beat Me Eight
To The Br by Daddy O'Malley?

I like this.

She's buying schmaltz.

Going My Way. Will you
autograph it for me?

All right.

Thank you.

I have to go now.

Father Tim,
can I drop you off?

You can, thank you.

There you are.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

My pen, Father.

Yes.

Good day.
Good day.

Yes?

Well, who are you?

I want to have a talk with you.
That's who I am.

You must be his father.

How old are you?

I'm 18.

Well, that's good.

Ted!

Be right with you,
darling.

What?

Hello, Dad.

Where have you been
for the past two weeks?

Well, Dad...

I've been in a blue heaven
dancing on a pink cloud.

She came in on a moonbeam.

That's a lie.
I had you followed.

That wasn't cricket. When you were
my age, I didn't follow you around.

Everything I say kills her.

It kills me, too. Do you realize
this is one of my apartments?

Yes. I had it redecorated.

And that's one of my robes.

Yes, I had it altered.

I'm going to like him.

Do you know I could have you
thrown out of town?

Maybe I know something
about her you don't know.

She was picked up
on the street by the police.

I know that.

Maybe we know something that
you don't know. We're married.

Married?

I'll have that annulled.

You can only
get them annulled

when they aren't right
in the first place.

Ours was right.

We said something about, "Till
death do us part." Remember?

Where were you married?

St. Dominic's,
Father O'Malley.

O'Malley! A secret marriage?

Well, he's put his foot
in it this time.

It wasn't a secret marriage.
It was in all the papers.

I didn't see it.

You never get past
the financial column.

Don't be impertinent!

Young woman, do you know how
he's planned to support you?

You know he's quit his job?

That's all right.
I'll support him.

Sure, she's working.

You'd live off your wife?

Mother was a big help to you, wasn't
she, until you got on your feet?

That was entirely different.
I made something of myself.

Yes, Dad, you certainly have.

Look, Son. My boy.

Have you no family pride?

No shame?

Nope.

You've certainly slipped,
my boy.

You've lost everything.

I don't think so, Dad.
I think I've found something.

Well, darling, I guess
I'd better get dressed.

I think I'm a failure
as a father.

I don't think so.

Darling, where's my hat?

I'll get it.

You'll have to forgive the way
we've been acting today, Dad.

We were a little hysterical.

I guess we were both
a little, well, mad.

Well, I'm mad, too.

Quitting his job like that.

Running off
and getting married.

I don't know.

This younger generation doesn't
seem to have any sense.

So long, sweet.

God bless you.

Goodbye, Dad.

That plane you gave me
did the trick.

When they found out about
my 600 hours in the air,

they said,
"Bud, we want you in."

Be nice to her, Dad.
She'll grow on you.

Goodbye, boy.

He's gone, Dad.

Max, you have to
do this for me

and I don't want
any arguments about it.

I'm afraid we got all the songs we need.
Our catalogue is full.

Now wait a minute.

I've been to a lot of trouble
to arrange this.

So grab your hat and a taxi
and get right over here.

Yes, now. This very minute.

If you don't, I'll put
the Irish curse on you.

Goodbye, Father.

That's Father O'Dowd,
a friend of mine.

What did he want?
A donation?

No.

Pal of his has got a song, and
he's plugging it. And what a plug.

He's grabbed off
the Metropolitan Opera House

with the full orchestra...

conducted by
this fellow Tommaso...

whatever his name is. The star, Genevieve
Linden and a choir of 30 voices.

All this fuss to put over a
song written by a pal of his.

And they're waiting right now
for us at the Met.

At the Metropolitan?

Can you imagine
such a thing?

¶ This road
leads to Rainbowville ¶

¶ Going my way?

¶ Up ahead is Bluebird Hill

¶ Going my way?

¶ Just pack a basket
full of wishes ¶

¶ And off you start

¶ With Sunday morning

¶ In your heart

¶ Round the bend
you'll see a sign ¶

¶ "Dreamer's Highway"

¶ Happiness is down the line

¶ Going my way?

¶ The smiles you gather

¶ Will look well

¶ On you

¶ Oh, I hope you're

¶ Going my way

¶ Too

¶ Round the bend
you'll see a sign ¶

¶ "Dreamer's Highway"

¶ Happiness is down the line

¶ Going my way?

¶ The smiles you gather

¶ Will look well

¶ On you

¶ Oh, I hope you're

¶ Going my way

¶ Too

That's very good. Wonderful.

You sang it great.
Thank you.

That's a pretty good song you got there.
Thank you.

I guess you ought to know.

You bet he does.

They say he's the sharpest
little man in town.

I'm embarrassed.

You mean to talk business?
The money?

Don't let that embarrass you.
We love it.

What I wanted to say is that,
although it's great...

it's just as I told you,
Father.

It's too good for us.
It's way over our head.

You see, it's not just the type
of song that a guy would...

Pardon me, Father,
that a gentleman...

would croon to his babe,
if you know what I mean.

It doesn't say enough.
It hasn't got that...

Well, it's just not for me.

I think you ought to
try it out on someone

who publishes
higher class stuff.

Thanks.

Well, I guess we'd better
get back to the office.

You know, Father,
I could be wrong.

I hope I am. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I'm sorry.

Well, we tried.

You sang it beautifully,
Jenny.

Boys, you did fine.

- Not one mistake.
- Thank you, Father.

If that isn't good, I'll go
into the real estate business.

I was going to ask you and the
boys to sing a little more...

but maybe you don't
feel like it now.

They sing divinely, and they
look like Botticelli's angels.

Maybe a little something?

What do you think
they'd like to hear?

The Mule.

The Mule.
The Mule?

Yeah.
Is that all right with you?

¶ Would you like
to swing on a star ¶

¶ Carry moonbeams home
in a jar ¶

¶ And be better off
than you are ¶

¶ Or would you rather
be a mule ¶

¶ A mule is an animal
with long funny ears ¶

¶ He kicks up
at anything he hears ¶

¶ His back is brawny
and his brain is weak ¶

¶ He's just plain stupid
with a stubborn streak ¶

¶ And by the way,
if you hate to go to school ¶

¶ You may grow up
to be a mule ¶

¶ Or would you like
to swing on a star ¶

¶ Carry moonbeams home
in a jar ¶

¶ And be better off
than you are ¶

¶ Or would you rather
be a pig ¶

¶ A pig is an animal
with dirt on his face ¶

¶ His shoes are
a terrible disgrace ¶

¶ He has no manners
when he eats his food ¶

¶ He's fat and lazy
and extremely rude ¶

¶ But if you don't
care a feather or a fig ¶

¶ You may grow up
to be a pig ¶

¶ Or would you like
to swing on a star ¶

¶ Carry moonbeams home
in a jar ¶

¶ And be better off
than you are ¶

¶ Or would you rather
be a fish ¶

¶ A fish won't do anything
but swim in a brook ¶

¶ He can't write his name
or read a book ¶

¶ To fool the people
is his only thought ¶

¶ Yeah, but even though he's
slippery, he still gets caught ¶

¶ But then if that sort
of life is what you wish ¶

¶ You may grow up
to be a fish ¶

¶ And all the monkeys
aren't in the zoo ¶

¶ Every day you meet
quite a few ¶

¶ So you see
it's all up to you ¶

¶ You can be better
than you are ¶

¶ You could be
swingin' on a star ¶

Is that your song, Father?

Yes.

Well, we'll take a flier
on that.

Did you hear that, Timmy?

You're a grand lad.

I knew your name
wasn't Dolan for nothing.

Fellas, if you'll come
to St. Dominic's...

tomorrow morning at 10:30.

Church?

Max, a day in church isn't
gonna hurt you that much.

Be there, and bring
the cash with you.

Father O'Malley will tell you
how he wants it paid.

An old man, dear friend
of Father O'Malley's

is involved in this:
Father Fitzgibbon.

It would make
Father O'Malley very happy

if you fellas would
just do this his way.

Church?

Church.

As you know,
I've been here for 45 years.

Forty-six in October.

And during that time...

I've always asked you to be
generous, which you have.

And now I have to
ask you again.

You all know how I fl
about St. Dominic's.

Well, we're in de
financial stress.

So give what you can.

And I know that
whatever you give...

whether it's large or small, the
good Lord will bless you for it.

In the name of the Father, the
Son, and the Holy Ghost. Amen.

Very gratifying.

And the Bishop thought
I couldn't preach.

Thought I had a mouthful of clover.
I wish he'd been here.

Father, now that you're practically
wallowing in wealth...

do you suppose I could
have a half a dollar?

What for?

Father O'Dowd and I thought, with your
permission, we'd play golf tomorrow.

I need a new golf ball.

If I lose it, I'll swear off.
I'll quit.

Take 50 cents. No.

Take it out of
the ladies' sodality.

They never keep any books.

You suppose I could buy
Father O'Dowd one, too?

Must we?

I can get two nice
repaints for 50 cents.

Give him 50 cents.

You ought to
come along with us.

You don't have to play.

Just go around.

The fresh air
will do you good.

You can be our kibitzer.

Your what?
Kibitzer.

What's a kibitzer?

A sort of over-the-shoulder
quarterback.

Will you come?

A little fresh air
might do me good.

We'll get a ball
for you, too.

Of course.

Plenty of
mushrooms around here.

Where did that go?

Right there.

Now, let me understand.

If you get the ball
in the hole...

in less hits
than Father O'Dowd...

I win.

So you've got to count
the number of blows?

That's right, Father.
Step aside.

He's gonna play now. Careful.

How many did you have?
Three?

How many?

That's remarkable.

Can you do that every time?

I've been known
to miss, Father.

A strong crosswind
or something.

Here, give me a holt of that.

You wanna try it?

Wait, I'll throw a ball
in there for you.

There you are.

Keep your head down now,
Father.

Watch your language.

Father, you holed out.

Not bad for a beginner.

You've played before.

No, believe me.

That's the first time I ever
had a caddy in me hand.

Well, you better play
and I'll watch then.

I guess I better be going.

Let that be a lesson
to you, Father.

Don't trust anyone.

What an extraordinary
person.

Isn't he?

Well, I'll sleep well
tonight, anyway.

Think it must be that golf.

Shades of me childhood.

You know,
I feel 10 years younger.

You know,
I was thinking, Father.

Now that everything
is going so right...

before something goes wrong, you
ought to take a little time off.

To do what, for instance?

Well, like, for instance, take a
trip home and see your mother.

The interest is all paid
up to date.

Unless something
goes wrong, I have plans

that'll take care
of the next payment.

You really think
it would be all right?

I mean, that you'll take...

Father Fitzgibbon! Chuck!
The church is afire!

Don't worry, Father.
We'll build again.

Can I help you, Father? No, it's all right.
I can manage.

It's for the birds.

They're used to coming here.

I don't want them to go away.

No.

You see, Father? They're not leaving.
Nobody's leaving you.

And when your church is
rebuilt, they'll all be back.

Everyone will be back.

In the meantime, you can send your
congregation over to my parish.

I'll split the collection
with you. 50-50.

Take it, Father.

Now what makes you all so hopeful
that the church will ever be rebuilt?

You're supposed to take this.
No, I can't.

Come on, please. Take it.
No.

I'll tell you what, if you'll
take it, I'll take some, too.

There, now that
wasn't so bad.

Don't you try it.

Doctors. Medicine.

What I need is to be
up and about.

Being up and about
is what got you down.

Tramping all over the parish to raise
funds. How much did you collect?

There's no need
for you to rub it in.

$35.85.

Yeah.

How much is
the doctor's bill?

$40.

Says here to take two.

We wanna get
our money's worth.

Listen. There's
nothing in that bottle

that's going to do me
any good.

Now you're not gonna
lose hope, are you?

Hope?

Chuck, when you're young, it's easy to
keep the fires of hope burning bright.

But at my age, you're lucky if
the pilot light doesn't go out.

I know, Father, 45 years
of your efforts in ashes.

Here, take this.

That'll keep the pilot light
burning.

Yes, it ought to. Tastes
like it had kerosene in it.

Well, did you make
your parish calls?

Yes.

Mrs. McGonigle's rheumatism
is kicking up again.

I told her to bury a potato
in the backyard.

That's for warts.

That's what she said.

And I heard
Mrs. Quimp's new gossip.

What else?

Then I went to see
Carol and Mr. Haines.

Did they hear
from young Ted?

Young Ted has been
wounded in Africa.

Too bad.

They're shipping him home.

Fine, upstanding
young fella.

Maybe they'll decorate him.

No, I doubt it.

Some friend of his
ran over him in a jeep.

But I've got some good news.

I have a letter
from Miss Linden.

That's very nice.
Where is she?

She's in St. Louis.

And here it comes. I gave you that
medicine to quiet your nerves.

Tony and the boys
are with her.

They're on a concert tour.

They're on a what?

Now I had their
parents' consent...

and they'll be back
in time for school.

But you...

Besides, travel's
a great education.

If they make enough money, it's
gonna build you a new church.

Not much of one, maybe,
but something to go on with.

Miss Linden sent you a check
with her love.

$3,500.

How's the pilot light
burning now?

It's burning brighter,
Chuck.

It's a long road back,
but we've started.

You know, I've a feeling that St.
Dominic's may rise again.

Sure it'll rise again.

You know, I think
I'll get up meself.

You better stay there
and get some rest.

I feel better.

No, you don't feel
near that good.

Here now, boys. Go on home.

Your dinner's ready.
Go on home.

Bye, Father.

Goodbye, Father.

Bye, Father.

Fine girl, Miss Linden. Very thoughtful.
Very generous.

Let's close this up.
Keep the sawdust out.

That will lend beauty
to the dedication.

And at Christmas, you and
the choir will be able to...

Father, I won't be here
at Christmas.

I was with the Bishop
this afternoon,

and he's transferring me
to another parish.

You're leaving me.

It never occurred to me
that someday you might.

But, me boy, what am I
going to do without you?

You didn't ask to?

No. I asked to stay with you.

But the Bishop asked me
to help him out, and I...

St. Dominic's.
What's going to happen?

Well, you'll be all right,
Father.

I wish you could've heard some of the
things the Bishop said about you.

Says you're looking
10 years younger.

He has all the confidence
in the world in you.

Don't worry.
You'll have a new assistant.

I want to wish you all the success in
the world, which I know you'll have.

Is it a parish of your own?

Not exactly, Father.

You see this church,
St. Charles, it's...

Well, the pastor's getting along
in years and things aren't...

You mean they're in trouble.

Yes. And I'm supposed to go
in there and try and help...

You mean without
the old fella knowing.

Well, that's a difficult
assignment.

But it'll work out.

You may have trouble
with the old man at first.

He may be running off to the
Bishop every few minutes,

You'll bring him around
to your way of thinking.

Well, there's dinner.

You know how to manage
these old fussbudgets.

Take him out
on the golf course.

Bring him out
in the fresh air.

We'll get along.
Just so he...

He knows enough
to come out of the rain.

That's it, Father.
That's it exactly.

Come in, Tony.

Hi, Father.
So you're really leaving us?

Yes, I've got my orders,
Tony.

I guess when the Bishop says
you gotta go, you gotta go.

That's right, Tony.

Sometimes I think
I don't like bishops.

Tony, bishops are
like umpires.

You have to have them
to call the close decisions.

Really?

I got a little Christmas
present here for you.

I want you to take my place
with the choir.

From now on,
you're in charge.

That's swell of you, Father.
It's a great present.

I always had my eye on it.

I thought you did.

When you gonna give Father
Fitzgibbon his surprise?

Not so loud.
Later on in the church.

Those boys haven't
told anybody?

Not a word.
If they did, I'd kick the...

I mean, I'd be
disappointed in them.

I guess I'll get going.

I know you wanted to tell me about
taking your place with the gang...

but I'll make it
easy for you.

I'll be everything
you want me to be.

Just as if you were here
checking on me.

If you don't, I'm gonna drop
you like you was a hot potato.

It's a deal. Good luck to you.
Good luck to you. So long.

Pretty near Christmas.

I'm sure that the way
to say what I'd like to say

will occur to me
after you've gone.

We're separated by many years,
Father O'Malley...

which could be the reason why
we haven't seen eye to eye

in many instances.

But though we've had
many differences,

we never differed
in fundamentals.

It was only in method.

But never in our hearts.

Good stuff, huh?
Yes.

Goodbye, Ted.
Goodbye, Father.

Bye, Carol.
Right man did come along?

Yes, but not past our house.

Stubborn?

Goodbye, Mr. Haines.
Father.

Pardon me, Mr. Haines.

I've just left the Bishop. He told
me to report to Father Fitzgibbon.

I'm taking your place.
I'm the new curate!

You've little time. They're waiting
at the church to say goodbye.

All right. I've been doing
you a lot of good here.

You're gonna have a new
church after the war.

Yes, but we didn't
raise enough money.

Mr. Haines is gonna
give us a mortgage

to take care of
the difference.

He convinced me
I have a heart.

It wouldn't be a church
without a mortgage.

That's right.
He's a wonder.

I don't know what I'm
going to do without him.

Don't know who the Bishop is
going to send in his place...

but whoever he is...

Father.

Congratulations to you,
Father.

The Bishop wouldn't
do that to me again.

Yes, he's done it.

Mr. Haines. Nice of you to give
that mortgage to the church.

Not at all.

Can't tell you
how much we appreciate it.

As you know...

we're all going to miss
Father O'Malley.

He was a fine man.

This is Father O'Malley,
the man who sent for you.

How do you do,
Mrs. Fitzgibbon?

I've heard so much
about you.

Now it's good to see you.

I think you'll agree

that we're all a little better
for having known him.

He was always
thinking of others.

And that, you know,
can make life very beautiful.

Believe me, it's what
we do for others that...