Going My Way Page #2

if I want to see the church.

- Yes, that's right.

- Yes.

[Church bell chiming]

- 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.

[Lmitates bird chirping]

[O'Malley clears throat]

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.

FITZGIBBON:
Now I'll show you the church.

FITZGIBBON:
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?

O'MALLEY:
Yes.

[Organ playing]

[Organ playing continues]

Mrs. Carmody, just a minute.

Just a minute.

FITZGIBBON:
Where's Father O'Malley?

MRS. CARMODY:
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.

[Harrumphs]

- 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.

[Puppies whimpering]

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.

[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

O'MALLEY:
Timmy, how are you?

O'DOWD:
Chuck, I'm glad to see you.

O'DOWD:
How long

since we've seen each other?

O'MALLEY:
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.

Of course, I can't answer for you...

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.

O'DOWD:
Lot of fresh air on the golf course.

O'MALLEY:
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.

FITZGIBBON:
Who is it?

MRS. CARMODY:
Mrs. Quimp.

[Mumbling]

- 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.

[O'Malley clears throat]

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.

HATTIE:
Get out! You're not putting me out!

I'll pay you me rent when I get it!

HATTIE:
Good morning, Father.

O'MALLEY:
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?

TED:
Mrs. Quimp has paid us nothing

for six months.

O'MALLEY:
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.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes