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Female Narrator: Previously on 'Forgive Me':

You're my brother.

Yes, and I miss you, but you're drunk all the time.

I'm not always drunk.

Yes.

Do you get drunk to work up the nerve to come see me,

or do you decide you want to see me

when you're drunk, which is it?

You're just like Mom.

- No. - Yeah.

No. Fuck that

and fuck you for always blaming everything on her!

I don't blame her for anything.

You don't want to see me because I remind you of her.

You're drunk! You're drunk right now so there's no point

in me trying to have this conversation with you.

I'm not doing this with you again.

I'm not gonna do it, we do this every time!

♪ 'Ave Maria' by Christopher Frances Mitchell'

♪ 'Ave Maria' by Christopher Frances Mitchell'

♪ 'Ave Maria' by Christopher Frances Mitchell'

Hi?

Nice box.

How's it going?

Alright. Yourself?

Mm. I'm okay.

A little hung over, I can't complain.

You, uh, you here to confess?

I'm just checking out the digs. Been a long time.

I remember coming here when I was a kid.

How long ago?

Whoo! Christ. Uh, at least... 15, 15 years?

Wow. Maybe more?

Do you, um, do you live in the neighbourhood?

Born and raised. But, no more.

You uh, visiting family?

My old man died.

I, I'm sorry.

Don't be. We didn't see eye to eye.

Regardless, did uh, did this happen recently?

Uh, the other day.

My mother is obsessed with having a church funeral.

Got married here.

I don't know why she cares so much, y'know?

The ol' prick didn't seem like the religious type to me.

You sound angry.

No. Doesn't bother me either way.

Are you close with your mother?

Used to be.

Last couple years she's been less than enthused

with my life choices.

You're a curious one, ain't cha?

Sorry.

I've done some high profile things

that most mothers would frown upon.

Such as?

Mm. Drinking. Fucking. Drugs.

All in front of a large audience.

But you're repentant?

Do you not know who I am?

No, should I?

Whoo! Oh man. That's a new one.

Really, no, why does that surprise you?

Well, most places I go, people notice.

I'm kinda famous?

Oh. Well. Good for you.

Yeah, good for me.

People lie to you.

Smile at you, y'know.

They talk shit about you.

Everyone's looking for ways to take advantage of you.

So, why don't you... I dunno, stop?

I'm addicted to this thing that I've created.

This uh, y'know, persona.

The money and attention.

People want you, right?

Even though they have no idea

what kind of person you really are.

All these strangers asking for your time.

Y'know, and everyone has to be kept at a distance.

I can... certainly relate to that.

Does it wear you down?

I mean, this has to be a lonely way to live.

I, uh, it's a calling.

I mean I understood the sacrifices going in,

can the same be said for you?

Mm.

I didn't think it was going to be this hard, no.

Hm. Well, it's easy to get lost in your own head,

y'know, trying to please everybody else,

but if you're not satisfied with something though,

you don't have to continue doing it, right?

No matter how lucrative it might be.

I'm not going to walk away.

Okay. Alright, well maybe try to live less sinfully.

Right? Improve your outlook.

I mean, I've been doing it for so long...

I wouldn't know how to start living any other way.

You start with a clean conscious.

You regret anything you've done to get to this point?

I probably should have been better to my family.

Stopped talking to them, y'know, made them worry.

If you want the sacrament, I can absolve you.

Um... alright.

Knock yourself out.

Um, so you'll just like, repeat it after me, yeah?

Forgive me Father for I have sinned.

Ooh. Shit. Sorry.

Yo. Wassup?

Nothing. Just in the old hood.

Yea yea yeah, right near there.

Oh, couple minutes?

Alright. Cool.

I gotta go Padre.

This is enlightening though!

But, people to see.

You don't just wanna, y'know, finish?

Aw.

I just came here to look around.

I shouldn't have started talkin' all that shit anyhow.

Old man's funeral is on Thursday. Cameron.

Come by if you're bored.

Yeah, yeah, alright.

I'm coming asshole! Yeah.

What are you doing here?

I wasn't sure you'd see me.

Well then you should have asked.

Grammy said this was a good place to get you alone.

Easier than getting you on the phone.

She shouldn't have told you that.

I'm here to work. This is my private office.

So do you mind waiting out there?

Nope.

It doesn't matter, this is a confessional.

Oh. In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost-- No!

Forgive me Father for I have sinned-- No, no, no.

It's been awhile-- Don't even start!

since my last confession.

Listen, don't confess to me, a'right?

I don't want to hear it, go confess it

to somebody who's not your son.

And not in here, go some place else.

I just wanted to talk, you don't have to be such a drama queen.

Mom that's rich.

I met your girl.

What did you tell her?

Oh, nothing. She knows I'm your mother.

But Grammy told me everything.

Well I will have to remember to thank her for that.

Well, she had to say something, I mean the living arrangement's

a little weird, to say the least?

I figured, well, this would only make sense,

but I figured she was Christopher's.

Nope.

Well you only have to talk to her to know, I mean, I knew.

She's all you. Piss and vinegar and indignation.

She's a real know it all.

Thank you.

Well, it was cute when you were twelve.

You didn't know me when I was twelve.

Ten then? Okay?

Look, I'm glad to see that you're alive.

Okay? I'm glad, and you seem well?

You seem better. Genuinely. So I think you oughta just--

where've you been, where the hell have you been?

What, all, all this time? Lots of places.

I had some land over by the Bay of Fundy.

Yep. A little trailer, I had to sell it.

And then before that, Fort Mac.

Great nation of Alberta.

Yeah and Toronto, back and forth.

Mm, just like, following men.

A man, but fuck it, fair enough.

I learned my lesson about men.

It was my trailer, in Parsborro.

Okay.

Thought about you a lot.

I don't think about you.

I don't blame you.

Have you heard from Liam?

Yeah, in Toronto uh... didn't he tell you?

No. No, he doesn't talk to me.

He doesn't talk to Grammy or Christopher.

W-why?

Well, I think it's because every time I saw him

the only thing we had to talk about for years,

years and years, was how shitty our childhood was. Y'know?

You don't exactly get together and reminisce

when the only thing you got is 'Ho, oh hey!

Hey, remember that time mom punched me in my face

while I was sleeping and that time that she stabbed me

at the dinner table with a piece of broken glass?' Y'know?

I never saw him, w-we never see each other,

we don't have any adult things in common,

we have nothing in common to share.

I didn't punch you in your face while you were sleeping.

You punched Christopher. In his sleep.

I saw it and you don't remember because you were drunk.

I--

Yeah. I well, I-- I'm mellower now.

I would think you would be,

you had one foot in the grave back then.

I know, I did. I couldn't take it. Your father--

Everybody goes through loss, okay, it's not an excuse.

Not like that.

You forget that I knew you before he died,

you didn't exactly change overnight.

No. I thought it was all my fault.

I thought it was because I was, I was--

I pushed him far away from me, I know, I was hard to be with,

but I couldn't find my way back.

And yet, here you are.

Well, I had to come back.

You don't have prodigal mothers?

They should!

But no.

I was thinking I could help now.

Y'know, with Noelle?

I'd take care if her, if you, like if you'd contribute

a little allowance for expenses, but I could help her,

and I'll lay down some roots in this family.

I don't want your help.

I don't. I don't trust you and I don't think your intent

isn't just to take money from me.

I'm your mother I-- I'm your baby's grandmother.

Lord knows what that means to you.

A second chance to do right by my family.

I'd rather have my daughter go into foster care

than to be anywhere near you.

Right? At least then she'd have a parent

who might come home, one who might show up.

I was home.

You'd forget to come home

and when you did, you'd show up loaded.

We, we would sit around, do you have any idea

how we sat around and we just worried about you?

Not knowing if you were dead, alive for days on end.

Now we just know that you didn't care enough to be home

with your own children, always choosing men you barely knew

over your own sons and ultimately just abandoning us.

I would not have my daughter in the same house

as that parade of drunks and drug-addicts and losers

that sail through your bed.

I'm not like that. Not anymore.

I don't care. It's too late.

Alright. I made mistakes.

I was a terrible person, I was a terrible mother.

There is a difference between accidental mistakes

and what you did which is deliberate cruelty.

I'm begging for forgiveness here!

I'm not capable of that level of generosity, I can't.

I need your forgiveness!

You can get it from God.

You can go ask some other priest, if you want forgiveness.

What do you think I've been doing?

Often, for years.

God has forgiven me.

You're the only one who won't forgive me.

Oh well. Yeah.

I wanted to know where we stood so...

we can avoid the public break-down.

So how does it work from here?

Can you do the last rights,

or is that like some kind of conflict of interest?

Did you not get a call?

No?

Your brother's in the ICU, he's in a coma.

Liam?

Christopher.

I just, I just saw him, I saw him two weeks ago!

I thought you knew, that's why I'm here!

That's why you're here.

Are you all right?

Where is he? Is he at the General, or--

No, he's in the Queen Vic on the 3rd floor.

Alright.

Your grandmother's with him.

She was supposed to have called you.

There's no phone in here.

But no, yesterday, before I flew out.

I-- she must have got distracted.

I didn't get the message.

Can I pick up the last rights kit?

Pantry.

Oh, your grandmother called last night.

Thanks.

Everything alright?

Oh, what--?

He drank himself into a coma.

the hell.

I know. Liver failed.

Fucking idiot.

Then his kidneys.

What's going to happen?

They can't do a transplant.

You have to be sober for six months to even get on a list.

Can I give him a kidney?

Don't even think about it!

Even if you were healthy, no!

Well, I can ask the doctor.

He won't do it.

There must be something we can do.

Give him the last rights.

I'm getting coffee.

"God, the Father of mercies,

through the death and the resurrection of your son

you have reconciled yourself onto the world

and sent the Holy Spirit amongst us

for the forgiveness of sins.

Through the ministry of the church

may the Lord grant you pardon and peace

and I absolve you of your sins in the name of the Father,

and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen."

I love you.

You hear me? You are very loved.

You are a good person and you deserve love.

You're a good brother.

Next time on 'Forgive Me':

We're not obligated, as Catholics,

to use extraordinary measures to prolong life.