Into Temptation Page #2

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I, I use them

to pray.

For who?

Anyone who needs it.

They work?

I don't know.

They're pretty.

Excuse me.

Here, take them.

No!

Go on.

You sure?

Sure.

Yeah. Thanks!

Don't mention it.

Luke tells us

today that Jesus

had the unmitigated gall

to dine with

a tax collector.

That's right.

Just as popular then

as they are today.

Somewhere just

south of hooker on

the sinner chain.

And this is the kind

of behavior that drove

his disciples crazy!

"It makes you look

like a nut job, Jesus."

And they were right.

I mean, who befriends

his auditor, takes

him to dinner,

and then picks up

the check and doesn't

try to write it off?

Jesus seemed to have

an affinity for

the hard-to-love.

I think he had

low self-esteem.

I mean, we know he had

a father-complex, right?

And how-how could he

not have issues with

his virgin mother?

But still,

he showed us

how to love.

Which is more than

I can say for me,

standing here before

you, simply preaching.

Amen.

Body of Christ.

Amen.

Body of Christ.

Amen.

Body of... John.

I need to talk to you.

I will be right back.

The place looks nice.

They take care of me

in the manner to which

I am accustomed, John.

Unlike that heathen

parish of yours.

Hey, I like

where I work.

Yeah. Well you always were

a glutton for punishment.

Your sermon

was funny.

I would've actually

prepared something if

I knew you were coming.

You were the best in seminary.

You haven't lost it.

Pure bullshit

artistry, John.

My dad always said

that the Blarney

Stone kissed me.

Don't say a word.

Let's walk.

High cholesterol.

I have to lose

I've been put on a diet

of rabbit food and

forced to exercise.

Smokes?

I'm down to

a pack a week.

Why don't

you just quit?

They're my little

friends, John.

Do not take them away

from a lone, celibate,

poor priest.

You had me going

till the poor part.

I, uh, I seek

counsel, Ralph.

That's what I do.

It is a matter

of reconciliation and

you can't be specific.

Right.

You wanna help someone.

Yeah.

Who told you something

in the confessional.

You're gonna keep me guessing

or you gonna tell me what

the hell's going on?

You're not taking matters

into your own hands.

Not really. I have

no idea how to find

her, anyway.

Her?

It happened

to be a her, yeah.

A her you know?

I don't think so.

You know, there was

something familiar

about her, though.

In serious trouble,

I think. Life

and death.

I know I'm

obsessing, but...

You know, what am I

if I don't try to help?

A professional.

With boundaries!

Oh, yeah, that.

Come on. People lie

in the confessional, John.

They wanna make it

sound good.

I had a woman

who confessed to me

all of her confessional lies.

Said she'd been

making it up for years.

Sort of a Catholic

Munchhausen Syndrome.

Nah. This woman

was telling the truth.

Sometimes you

just know a thing.

I do not wanna hear

that you were assigned

to a parish in Kabul

for violating one

of the only rules that

does not need changing.

Well, God forbid, we

bend a rule to save

a life, Ralph.

I mean it John.

Do not cross that line.

That's my counsel.

And when you do,

just please be discreet.

Just tell me whether

I'm damned to hell or not,

Father. I'll leave you alone.

My mother,

she didn't want me

to become a priest.

She tells me that

every time she sees me.

That bother you?

A little. Mm-hm.

What about your dad?

What-what about him?

He want you

to become a priest?

No. No. I mean I,

I never knew him.

You didn't?

No. He, he left

my mom and me when

I was three, four.

How come?

I don't know.

He went out one

night, never came back.

You angry about that?

No. Angry?

Why would I be?

I don't know.

I never knew

the guy, so.

Wasn't a factor

in my life.

Persona non grata.

Okay.

No one's ever

asked me that before.

Worried about her

immortal soul.

I'll be god damned

if I pass that on

to my daughter.

I'm sorry

about the language.

Maybe I am just a fag.

Have you considered that?

What?

That you might be gay?

I am.

It's okay.

I've said that

to no one.

Well, then it

was high time.

It's okay.

You okay?

I'm sorry.

Hey, don't be.

Just hearing you say

that so matter-of-fact.

Well, it-it's nothing

to be ashamed of.

You really

believe that?

I do.

What do I tell Glennis?

My parents?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Get used to it.

Walk around

with it awhile.

Pray on it.

I can pray

on being a fag?

It's who you are, right?

Accept it about yourself.

Your loved ones

will fall in line.

Yeah, or they won't.

Or they won't.

Can you come back?

Yeah, sure.

We should

keep talking.

About your dad?

No, no.

About, uh,

about anger.

It stays bottled up,

starts to feed on itself.

That's true.

Know what a

heavy bag is?

You kidding?

No.

Golden Gloves.

Fourteen years.

Won City back in '89.

Retired on top.

Huh!

Excuse me.

Hi, sorry.

I'm looking for information,

information on prostitutes.

Three general kinds

of hookers, Father.

There's your street

whores. Mostly addicted,

almost all former offenders.

Short professional life span

and short life span. Period.

This book was written

by one who got out.

Actually readable.

Out-call hookers.

Slightly different animal.

Many drug users

who maybe haven't slid

as far down the scale.

Generally nicer looking.

Most out-calls are

repped by a pimp,

who runs

escort/massage ads,

gets a girl

out of jail, pays

some bills, et cetera.

How does a librarian

know so much about

prostitutes?

Why does a priest

want to know?

Please, continue.

Needs a place

like Vegas or

L.A. to work.

This one can afford

to eat well, stay

in shape,

get those

b*obs done.

You can't afford

this girl, Father.

If you were looking

for a specific girl

but you didn't know

anything about her...

You know nothing?

Well, um, I know

a little. But most

of it's protected by...

Sacramental Seal? Hm?

Right.

That doesn't help.

No. She wears

a crucifix.

So do I.

She's an Aries.

Great. What's her major?

Her voice

is unique. Um...

I don't know.

I'd recognize it

in a heartbeat.

Now it's my pleasure to turn

things over to Father John,

who will lead our discussion

as he does at the beginning

of every month. Father?

I'm sorry, Rosemary.

I forgot what today's

topic is.

Oh. Faith Based

Public Policy:

Blessing or Curse.

Right. Right.

It's a curse.

Hi.

Hey!

We-we talked

the other night. I was

looking for my sister.

Oh, yeah.

Find her?

I'm not really

looking for her.

No?

I don't even

have a sister.

I got five.

One baby brother.

Boy was 12 first time

he saw the inside

of a bathroom.

I told you a lie.

What you need?

Maybe Miriam can help.

I was, uh, I was hoping

we could just, um,

talk for a minute.

What? You some kinda

Eye-Team reporter gonna

put me on TV?

No, no.

They did that

once, baby.

There I was,

shaking my ass

on the evening news.

My, um, whatchacallit,

I'm a, uh,

Catholic priest.

Don't hear that everyday.

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