Going My Way Page #8

on you

Oh, I hope you're

going my way

too

I think I'll leave you on that.

Goodbye, Carol. Goodbye, Ted.

TED:
Bye, Father.

[Door opens]

[Door shuts]

Nice thought.

Going My Way.

Isn't it?

He's quite a fellow.

O'DOWD:
Good morning, Father.

I'd like to present Miss Genevieve Linden.

- Jenny, this is Father Fitzgibbon.

- Good morning, Father.

- How do you do?

- She's a singer.

[Exclaims inquiringly]

- Looking for work?

- No, Father.

She sings at the Metropolitan Opera House.

Well, it's a great privilege to meet you,

Miss Linden.

You've come quite a ways in the world.

- Travelled extensively?

- Yes, quite a bit.

- Where's your home?

- I just bought a home in Long Island.

- A nice home?

- Very lovely.

In that case, you'd be interested

in a crazy quilt. We're raffling it off.

Again?

[Clicking tongue]

We're trying to raise a little money,

Father O'Dowd.

I see.

- How many?

- I'll take them all. How much are they?

Be $10.

- Thank you, and I hope you win it.

- Thank you.

And I hope you win it, too, Jenny.

Then perhaps you'll donate it to our church.

O'DOWD:
And we can raffle it off over there

all over again.

I'd hate to see that crazy quilt

leaving the parish.

O'DOWD:
Where's the pied piper

and his merry men?

Down in the basement.

Thank you, Father. Come, Jenny.

- Goodbye, Father.

- Goodbye. Thank you.

Congratulations on selling all your tickets.

[All singing]

Like some more?

You're our first audience, you know.

Ready, boys?

[All singing]

- That's the best.

- Of course, we have our more serious side.

Would you like to hear something nice,

something with more beauty?

Yes, very much.

[Playing solemn music]

[All singing hymn]

- Very well done, boys. That's all.

- Thank you so much.

O'MALLEY:
See you all tomorrow.

They're angels.

They've got something you lose

when you get older.

- What's the matter, Timmy?

- Nothing.

That was beautiful, Chuck. Beautiful.

Of course, we don't get Genevieve Linden

of the Metropolitan every day.

- Nor Deems O'Dowd either.

- Now wait a minute.

I'm glad to see you've kept up

your interest in music, Father.

Are you writing anything anymore?

Yes. I have a little song here

that Timmy's going to take to a publisher.

A very good friend of his.

If he likes it, that might be the answer

to all our troubles.

I have bad news. I've been to the publisher.

He wasn't interested.

Wouldn't even look at it.

Said they were loaded up.

May I see it?

- So you're still in trouble.

- Wouldn't even look at it?

- He glanced at it.

- What'd he have to say?

- "Schmaltz isn't selling this season."

- What are they buying?

- "Barfola."

- No, I think they call it "Voffala."

Yeah, Voffala.

Boy, I heard some of their song hits.

It Was Hut-Sut Time On The Rilla-Rye.

And then there was another one.

I couldn't understand the words.

This fella lost his girl in Salt Lake City.

Then he goes on to say

the altitude is 5,400 feet.

The average temperature, 73.

The section is noted for gold, silver,

copper, grain.

But that doesn't make

any difference to this fella...

because he's lost his sugar.

- Voffala.

- Well, I know what Voffala is. It's...

[Playing upbeat jazzy tune]

- What's the matter with that?

- Not from me.

Can you imagine Beat Me Eight To The Bar

by Daddy O'Malley?

- I like this.

- She's buying schmaltz.

Going My Way.

Will you autograph it for me?

All right.

Thank you.

I have to go now.

JENNY:
Father Tim, can I drop you off?

O'DOWD:
You can, thank you.

O'MALLEY:
There you are.

Thank you.

O'MALLEY:
Thank you.

JENNY:
Goodbye.

O'MALLEY:
Goodbye.

- My pen, Father.

- Yes.

- Good day.

- Good day.

[Haines exclaims sheepishly]

Yes?

[Exclaims inquisitively]

[Exclaims knowingly]

Well, who are you?

I want to have a talk with you.

That's who I am.

[Exclaims in delight]

You must be his father.

- How old are you?

- I'm 18.

Well, that's good.

CAROL:
Ted!

TED:
Be right with you, darling.

[Humming]

TED:
What?

[Laughing] Hello, Dad.

Where have you been

for the past two weeks?

Well, Dad...

I've been in a blue heaven

dancing on a pink cloud.

- She came in on a moonbeam.

- That's a lie. I had you followed.

That wasn't cricket. When you were my age,

I didn't follow you around.

Everything I say kills her.

It kills me, too. Do you realise

this is one of my apartments?

Yes. I had it redecorated.

- And that's one of my robes.

- Yes, I had it altered.

I'm going to like him.

Do you know I could have you

thrown out of town?

Maybe I know something about her

you don't know.

She was picked up on the street

by the police.

I know that.

Maybe we know something

that you don't know. We're married.

Married?

I'll have that annulled.

You can only get them annulled

when they aren't right in the first place.

Ours was right.

We said something about,

"'Till death do us part." Remember?

HAINES:
Where were you married?

TED:
St. Dominic's, Father O'Malley.

O'Malley! A secret marriage?

Well, he's put his foot in it this time.

It wasn't a secret marriage.

It was in all the papers.

HAINES:
I didn't see it.

You never get past the financial column.

Don't be impertinent!

Young woman, do you know

how he's planned to support you?

You know he's quit his job?

That's all right. I'll support him.

Sure, she's working.

You'd live off your wife?

Mother was a big help to you, wasn't she,

until you got on your feet?

That was entirely different.

I made something of myself.

Yes, Dad, you certainly have.

Look, Son. My boy.

Have you no family pride?

[Exclaims negatively]

HAINES:
No shame?

TED:
Nope.

You've certainly slipped, my boy.

You've lost everything.

I don't think so, Dad.

I think I've found something.

[Exclaims affirmatively]

Well, darling, I guess I'd better get dressed.

I think I'm a failure as a father.

I don't think so.

TED:
Darling, where's my hat?

I'll get it.

[Soft instrumental music]

You'll have to forgive the way

we've been acting today, Dad.

We were a little hysterical.

I guess we were both a little, well, mad.

Well, I'm mad, too.

Quitting his job like that.

Running off and getting married.

I don't know. This younger generation

doesn't seem to have any sense.

So long, sweet.

God bless you.

Goodbye, Dad.

That plane you gave me did the trick.

When they found out about my 600 hours

in the air, they said, "Bud, we want you in."

Be nice to her, Dad. She'll grow on you.

[Whispering] Goodbye, boy.

[Carol sobs]

He's gone, Dad.

Max, you have to do this for me

and I don't want any arguments about it.

I'm afraid we got all the songs we need.

Our catalogue is full.

Now wait a minute.

I've been to a lot of trouble to arrange this.

So grab your hat and a taxi

and get right over here.

Yes, now. This very minute.

If you don't, I'll put the Irish curse on you.

Goodbye, Father.

That's Father O'Dowd, a friend of mine.

- What did he want? A donation?

- No.

Pal of his has got a song,

and he's plugging it. And what a plug.

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