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Previously on Forgive Me.
Why do you think they told you in confession?
So you would know and not tell.
They sucked you in.
You're a part of 'em.
You're part of the coverup.
I listened to you Pete.
I believed that what my son was doing,
selling drugs, was a threat to my community
and an abomination against God
that he was spreading crime and sick--
Nobody can blame you Gladi for obeying the law.
Nobody's going to blame you
for doing what you thought was right.
But they do blame me.
My son blames me, my daughter, my sister.
They all saw me choosing the law over my own child.
Now I'm not someone who has blind faith in the Lord.
Not at all.
I know better.
But I have faith in his church
and I followed it and now I've been made a fool.
What did you think would happen
when you let this cat out of the bag?
When you gave him a forty year old letter
saying the priest knew about his abuse, huh?
This is what happens.
♪ Ave Maria
♪ Ave Maria
Oh I didn't mean to scare you.
You overslept.
What time is it?
8:45.
Why have you been wearing bandages on your hands?
What?
Your hands. They look fine.
Why the bandages?
I guess they're better.
You feel all right?
You seem tired.
Can I take your tray away?
Oh yeah. Go ahead.
Can I ask you something your excellency?
Go ahead.
Is it your plan to sell the church off
for the land that is sitting on?
I'm in the midst
of negotiating a settlement between the parish
and whoever is offering. - I know.
So until that's settled,
no one knows what happens to your church.
How low would the settlement have to be
for the church to survive?
Why?
I mean, you put me in charge of the parish, sir.
I just want to know what I'm up against.
Who do you think you're up against?
The accuser,
or the parish, me?
Frankly,
whichever one of you is trying to tear down my church.
That remains to be seen.
Thanks Gladi.
Father.
Nice to see you again.
Me too, I guess.
In the name of the father, son, Holy spirit.
Forgive me, father for I have sinned.
It's been two weeks since my last confession.
I'm ready.
I tried it.
You tried what?
Pot.
You tried pot.
I smoked some pot.
I see.
Went to the liquor store, plunked out my $20
and said, "Give me some pot."
Okay.
Well, I guess technically that's a sin, but I mean $20.
That doesn't sound so bad, right?
With, uh, with liquor,
they say it's all about moderation, right?
Oh I know it.
Jesus turned water into wine,
but didn't turn grass or no grass.
Can hear you.
Are you high right now?
No I'm not high right now. Good Lord.
I'm sorry. I just,
you just, you seem a little different
than you did the last time.
Well, I'm not angry today.
Oh, that's good.
That's great.
Okay. So how much pot does $20 buy these days?
Did you keep it within moderation?
Well, I didn't smoke it all myself.
I shared it.
You shared it with who?
The Women's Auxiliary
The Women's Auxilli...
the women's auxiliary here?
Yes the women's auxiliary here.
You smoked marijuana with the women's auxiliary.
Well, we thought there was going to be a funeral,
you know for, for the priest.
Yeah. For Father John. Yeah.
Yeah. So we made all the sandwiches
and Candy made her perfect rolls,
and Ruth made her lemon squares.
I made my carrot cake and Maryland made her a short bread.
Okay.
And then there was no fear at all.
Right. We, uh, we had to make some other arrangements.
So we got high and then we ate it all.
So you and The Women's Auxiliary,
you all got together.
Mm-hmm.
You made some sandwiches and some desserts
for father John's funeral.
Enough for 200 people.
You made enough food for 200 people,
and then you ate it?
We got the munchies, you know,
cause we were high.
Right.
Yeah, I've heard that's how it works.
It's a cause and effect, right?
Yeah. And you know what?
Those girls couldn't cook.
All right.
Gladi, it's perfectly understandable
that you would want to experiment with pot
given your tumultuous history with it.
Turning your son in when it was illegal,
having that cost you your relationship with him.
Now that it is legal,
I understand why you would want to try it out.
See what you sacrificed so much over.
Yeah.
But you corrupted the entire Women's Auxiliary.
No, not all of them.
Beverly McCamus said
she could get stronger stuff cheaper.
So I don't think I ruined her innocence
on the whole subject.
Beverly McCamus.
Grandma McCamus, Carolyn's mother.
Well, she's probably giving poor Carolyn marijuana.
Wow. This is a lot to digest.
All that food was going to go to waste.
You know what?
Good.
I'm glad y'all had a party for yourselves for once
though it does sound
like some gluttony might have transpired.
Oh, for sure.
I had to smack a brownie out of Mooney Dunphy's hand.
It was like her twelfth.
Okay.
Do you have anything else you want to confess?
I liked it.
It was just silly.
It was relaxing.
I mean, the girls were all pretty stressed out
when it turned out there wasn't going to be a funeral.
And then...
It was fun.
I had fun.
I have been doing the very thing
I lost my son over.
Well, I will do anything
to go back and not turn him in.
Anything to have him back.
I'm sorry, Gladi.
All that pain over a bit of fun.
Um, anyway,
there you have it.
I bought pot,
I smoked it,
and then I pigged out.
Did you ever end up speaking to your sister?
My sister?
Yeah about being jealous
of her relationship with her kids.
Yeah. She wasn't very forgiving.
She said I got what I deserved.
Not true.
Oh, yes it is.
I wouldn't even trust me.
That's why I'm alone.
Gladi, you're a good person.
Hmm, you know what?
You know what's weird?
I felt close to my son.
When I was high, you know,
that's what was in my mind.
I mean, I don't think it has anything to do with pot now.
He's in all kinds of other bad stuff,
but,
I felt like I was going over to his side.
Giving up my ground.
I'm not sure that that's exactly what he needs
from his mother.
Oh, he doesn't need anything from me now.
That's all there that.
Time may prove otherwise.
You're ready?
Oh my God,
I am heartily sorry for having offended you.
I detest all my sins,
Because of your chest punishment.
But most of all, because they have offended you.
Oh God, who art all good,
deserving of all my love,
I firmly resolve,
with the help of your grace to sin no more
and to avoid the new occasion of sin.
May the Lord grant your 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.
For the gluttony,
say a Hail Mary.
For the smoking pot,
I think you've done penance enough already.
Amen.
How'd you get there?
We can pass.
From?
What do you think?
I miss you.
It's weird how you never missed me when I was alive.
I just didn't want to see you
when you're drunk.
Hello?
I'm not afraid of you.
I'm not going to chase you
if you want me come down and get me.
Me?
Maria?
Yeah. What's the matter with you?
Hey, how are you?
I was rude to you father and I'm sorry.
No, please stop being the sensitive one.
I accept your apology.
I apologize to you.
Did it count?
The confession?
Uh, yeah. I said the prayer of absolution for you.
Did you say the 10 Hail Mary's?
I said 50.
That'll do it.
Did you want to?
Oh no. I haven't had time to sin.
Do you wanna sit?
Yeah.
My mother would roll over in her grave
if she knew how I spoke to a priest.
We get treated with reverence by default.
It's nice to get held accountable from time to time.
I wasn't offended honestly.
And I will join The Women's Auxiliary
if you want me to.
No, no, no, no. I was,
it was a suggestion
and I mean, you know,
now's probably not even the best time
to be joining The Women's Auxiliary
so I'm sure we could find something more suited
to your interest that doesn't involve cleaning.
Although, you know, to be fair,
most of the volunteer stuff involves cleaning.
Well, you don't have to find anything
to keep me busy Father.
I mean, the church isn't exactly the cure for loneliness.
Can help though.
Every time I come in here, you're alone.
Never really alone.
That priest who killed himself,
that was here at this church?
It didn't happen here, but he worked here, yeah.
He must've been lonely.
I guess in a way.
But he had a lot of other things weighing on his mind.
It wasn't just loneliness.
You're not considering suicide--
God, no.
I wouldn't kill myself and burn in hell for all eternity.
That's a relief.
My cousin did that.
I prayed a million prayers for him
and I don't think it did any good.
It does though, right?
I mean, it's,
it's good to keep the people that we love
in our prayers really.
I did not love Carl.
He was a son of a mother.
Can't say that in front of you.
Uh, I get the drift.
I just don't think that anyone should burn in hell
for all eternity because they gave up hope.
Neither do I.
So either way, I think things are going to have to change.
Either stick around here
or come out of the closet
or we got to leave the area.
You want me to come out of the closet?
Yeah as my daughter.
It's not weird enough around here.
Yeah that weird.
What about you?
What, you think I'm weird?
Are you gonna come out of the closet?
As your father, yeah.
That's all?
Got to work with me on this.
So you'd rather stick around here
and deal with what people are going to say about us.
Cause I got to warn you and I got to be very nice.
I'd rather have a father than a secret.
Yeah.
It's very deserved that you always have.
If you said we could keep things the same,
maybe I would.
But out of leaving and staying,
I would stay.
You know why way Dr. Linden wanted you to see me?
Yeah. This is my psychiatric evaluation.
He says it's because you're reluctant
to have treatment for a brain tumor.
I was treated.
It was painful.
Couldn't eat, lost all my hair.
It's for religious reasons.
I'm a Catholic I'm not a Christian scientist,
but yeah. I mean, I think God's will does factor
into my decision making process.
God wants you to have a brain tumor.
He put it there, I assume.
He also sent your doctors.
Dr. Linden, the other doctors.
Agnes, yeah.
No you're right.
He did. That's true.
So surrounding you with doctors and treatments,
it's also God's will.
Since I've known about the tumor,
I mean even a little bit before I was aware of it,
I've experienced visitations.
From who?
Saints and martyrs.
My brother Christopher, some angels.
Your brother's deceased?
Yeah.
So you think this tumor is causing hallucinations.
Visitations.
Visions.
When I have the treatment, they turn violent.
What do they do?
The violence.
Shoot me full of arrows,
dry on me.
Just get inside my head and haunt me.
Frankly, I'm starting to get used to them.
It's just that when I have the radiation, it gets worse.
So saints and martyrs don't want you
to have medical treatment.
Well, they seem so angry.
So you reject the hypothesis
that the tumor pressing down your brain
causes hallucinations.
I don't rule that out.
That seems more likely than divine visitations, right?
Except that my entire life is based
on the belief that the divine can communicate with us.
The divine usually communicated with saints
when they were alive.
Do you think you're a saint?
Not even a little bit
So you're refusing medical treatment
because you don't want to upset saints who visit you?
Look, if the tumor is gonna kill me,
to me that means that it's opening up a door
to the afterlife, right?
Like that's, that's what I believe.
This thing is just such a slow grower
that it's almost like,
it's just kind of cracking the door open a little bit.
And the doctors want to close that door
for as long as possible.
Right. And that's what I don't understand.
Why?
Like why would I ever want to close the door
to God's kingdom?
Next time on, Forgive Me.
Why does your doctor come here?
I missed an appointment.
Oh come on.
You want me to see a psychiatrist.
Did you?
Yeah informal valuation.
And?
They want me to get treatment.
Medication might help you sleep.
I'm not worried about me sleeping
when I know I have a brain tumor.
It's back?
I lost
Told him I aborted his child.
I mean, I didn't break it to him gently.
I [fumbles] that information like a sword through his heart.
I suppose there's not really a great way to hear that.
You know how a priest is celibate,
I'm not talking about sex.
Forgive me father for I've sinned.
It's been about a week since my last confession.
You can't confess to yourself.
It's stupid, of course you can.
I don't think it will be official by you doing that.
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