Going My Way

[Sweeping instrumental music]

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?

[Exclaims questioningly]

O'MALLEY:
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 is, young man,

you're off to a mighty bad start.

What's your name?

Father O'Malley.

Charles Francis Patrick O'Malley.

O'MALLEY:
What's yours?

WOMAN:
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 neighbourhood.

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.

O'MALLEY:
Okay.

BOY 1:
Hey, fellas,

the Father's gonna take my place.

BOY 2:
Okay, Father.

O'MALLEY:
I got it! Got it!

BOYS:
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.

MAN:
A big grown-up man.

HATTIE:
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.

O'MALLEY:
Honestly, I'm sorry

about the window.

Yeah, but being sorry don't fix it.

O'MALLEY:
I intend to pay for it.

MAN:
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 excuse 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.

[Exclaims admonishingly]

Young man, as a matter of curiosity...

what made you become a priest?

Why, l...

[Telephone rings]

Hello?

Well, you don't say.

You don't say.

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

Mrs. Quimp?

[Clears throat]

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?

[Laughing] Well, l...

[Telephone rings]

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.

[Singing] Hail Alma Mater

Thy time-honoured 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?

[Humming hesitantly]

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.

[Exclaims negatively]

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

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