Eugenika: w imie postepu Page #2

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When he goes forest running,

he probably fucks the deers.

We sneak out through a window

in the evening.

We smoke fags...

...sometimes we roll a joint...

...a little blunt.

Grovy, you don't treat

the confession seriously

You confess to Christ, not me.

If you want,

we can meet another time.

I do treat the confession

very seriously

But there's one thing,

that pisses me off.

It was on my last pass.

There was a party

We got waisted.

I was in a room with one guy...

...and I gave him a blowj*b.

Do you understand, Father?

Me...

What would my mother say?

If the guys found out about him,

I would be f***ed.

No one can know about this.

There is a secret of a confession.

What am I suppose to do with this?

I can't turn back the time.

You know what?

As your penance,

just run an hour daily.

And what running can help me?

Running is also a prayer.

The body of Christ.

Amen.

The body of Christ.

Amen.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

Amen.

The body of Christ.

Amen.

What Father is doing?

So, you're done for today?

Sure thing.

Some time-out with just one beer.

Father understands, after work.

Okay, give me some...

Pass the bottle.

Father drinks beer?

I need to check,

if the voltage is good.

Father is wearing just originals.

No sh*t.

You think Christ was interested...

...in what kind of shoes he had?

Or pants?

You think that Christ was interested

in anything else than himself?

I was kidding, you blockheads.

Cool.

How can Father know,

what Christ was interested in?

That's a good question.

So, we're waiting for an answer.

You have brand shoes,

brand pants,

- and kids in Africa have no food.

- You know, man looses his ways.

Like a sheep.

Fine. Make it the last one, okay?

Fine.

This couch is ours!

We won't give it away!

Heavy mother f***er.

Baboon, get off.

No, I won't!

I'm taking the pillow.

This is our couch.

Blondie.

Why Father is taking it away?

Neighbors have nothing to sleep on.

Who cares, the couch is ours.

Our graffiti.

It was always stinking to you,

and now you love it.

But it's ours.

The priest is a fag.

Get up.

What's going on?

What happened?

Who did this?

What!?

Where is Grovy?

Gravy!

Do you mind if I smoke?

No.

I'll take one too.

Thank you.

We need to send Blondie back

to the reformatory.

He's stoned all the time.

It was Grovy, who was taking drugs.

I had no clue...

I don't... we don't understand,

why this happened.

...but perhaps we're not supposed

to understand.

No one is forcing you to confess.

And you don't confess to me.

Yeah. To Christ.

If I'm correct.

What do you want?

The same thing you do.

Get lost.

How was it Blondie?

Some penance?

Some running?

You know what?

The priest is an old f*ggot.

Good one!

Hey, Bruce Lee!

Guys, do something.

Humpty, f***! Let him go!

Take your hands off his neck!

F***in' hell, Humpty!

You almost strangled him!

Are you f***ing nuts?

- Drink up.

- Are you holding up, Blondie?

He'll survive.

Omen S's...

Excuse me...

Excuse me!

Yes?

Excuse me...

Is it possible to confess?

Not now.

Why?

It's cleaning time.

Where is the priest then?

The priest is busy.

The Lord is close.

Keep silence.

Excuse me...

His Excellency is awaiting you.

Please, do come closer.

Please.

Praised be Lord.

Now and forever.

I'm listening.

It's hard to talk about such things

in church.

It's hard to talk about such things

in general.

But you've made all this way.

Are you nervous?

Speak in the presence of God.

It's like I wrote in the letter.

I don't want to know any details.

Please give me full name of that boy.

Szczepan Gruszynski.

And would you please remind me

your name?

Mishal Raczewski.

So, I'm listening.

That boy, who hanged himself...

I'm afraid something bad

is happening in our centre.

Let me be direct.

Father Adam has a bright flame of faith.

And a gift to do amazing things.

At his last post...

...where he was working with boys...

...from pathological families...

...he had amazing results.

And he's not doing it for the glory.

He wanted himself to

run your little parish...

...to create a new centre.

Please don't misunderstand,

Your Excellency...

Stop explaining yourself.

You did the right thing coming here.

The Church must inquire all...

...disturbing cases.

But this one...

...I don't see anything disturbing.

Trust me.

I'm concerned about the situation...

...at Father Adam's previous post.

But that was clarified.

The altar boy was taking drugs...

But, for Father Adam's good...

...we moved him to another parish.

You know, how people talk.

What did I see? Nothing really.

Nothing... only Adam...

Father Adam was staring at the boys

in a weird way. That's all.

Maybe I was just imagining.

I can't tell now.

Don't worry,

I'll take care of this.

I promise.

We don't sweep the dirt

under the carpet,

as some people say.

I've heard that...

...you wanted to become a priest.

One year in the seminary...

Something went wrong...

I fell in love. That's it.

I trust you.

Will you confess me?

Now?

It has been two months

since my last confession.

I offended God with following sins...

Jesus Christ, why can't I talk

in a normal way?

I forgive your sins...

in the name of the Father and the Son

and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Go and sin no more.

Everyday we die...

...and are reborn again.

We become filled with doubt.

We loose faith in things

that we used to value.

And the things we loved - repel us.

And that suffering man...

...starts to rebel.

It is his right.

He fights, he escapes...

- Hey.

- Hey Sis.

It's cool, that you're calling.

What's with the hand?

Ah, nothing.

I just wanted to put a bandage.

And what's with your head?

A kind of bandage.

So how is it going in

this Toronto of yours?

You promised Mother,

and you drink again.

They called me from the curia today,

you know...

...I talked with the bishop...

...and I'll be transferred again.

I don't know.

I never make it.

Speak up.

Nothing, you know...

I wanted...

I really wanted well.

Back then, this boy hang himself,

'cause his father beat him.

- I just wanted to hug him...

- Slowly Speak louder.

What can I do, that I...

...that I like these boys?

Stop talking rubbish.

Right.

F***.. I could have...

you know what...

I could f*** all of them out.

I won't talk with you,

when you're drunk.

Listen...

...I just wanted a hug.

You have someone to hug, right?

What? What are you saying?

Who do you hug?

Do you have someone to hug?

My children.

And I don't like children.

I'm not a pedophile...

...I'm a f*ggot.

No, you're not a f*ggot.

You're sick. You're just tired.

- I am sick. I am. That's it.

- You always liked girls.

I'll go there and say...

...I don't want it anymore...

that I'll start a normal life.

I'll go and tell them, that I'm sick.

I'm sick...

so they stop f***in' transferring me.

'Cause I also get used to things.

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