Devil's Playground (2014): Season 1, Episode 2 - The Tail of the Serpent - full transcript
Peter's not over there, is he?
Well, Peter never stays away
for long, does he?
Has Peter ever mentioned
where he goes when he runs away?
Alice, you don't think that Joe...?
You'd love that, wouldn't you?
Bishop NcNally is the favourite.
He will be the next Archbishop Ufficioso.
And eventually guardian.
Your time will come.
You want me to become
the church psychiatrist?
For one priest, initially.
If I have something to deal
with, Jack, then so do we all.
We're looking for a 13-year-old boy.
Ask him where he is.
Peter!
There's a body in Manly Dam.
His body!
Somebody did it to him.
I know who it was.
- You got it?
- Miss, move along, please.
Go up here.
Alright, last one.
Let's go.
Hi, Tom.
Brother.
David.
They, uh, they think he went
swimming and got into trouble.
Is, uh, Joe here?
He's been in there all night.
Finton's in his room, David,
if you want.
Go on, mate.
Hello, Tom.
Father Andrassi.
I'll go and make her a cup of tea.
Joe? Oh, Joe.
Give me the bottle.
You don't need that.
Hey, you know something?
What?
Y-your...
What?
Your God is bullshit.
Bullshit.
You heard of Dinosaur Jr.?
Shit about your brother.
That's OK.
Stay.
He was on the swimming team
at school.
We have medals.
It doesn't make any sense.
Your Eminence. The boy from
Saint Venables was found dead.
He was drowned.
How old was the boy?
Thirteen, Your Eminence.
How terribly sad.
Uh, there's been
an incident at Saint Venables.
A student's drowned.
In the school grounds? No.
Who's our black
and white there, John?
Marco Andrassi.
How's he going? Will he be up to it?
Marco's a good priest.
He'll manage this.
Some of you may know the sad news
that a member of our school
community, Peter Kelly, of 7W,
passed away at the weekend
in a tragic accident.
Peter was a bright
and thoughtful boy,
a talented cricketer
and altar boy
and will be greatly missed
by us all.
Our thoughts and prayers go out
to his family, and in particular,
to his brother, Finton,
who is a member of our
Year 12 student council.
Will you please join me in
a moment's silent prayer for
Peter Kelly and the Kelly family?
Before we delve into the mysteries
of the passengers of a C-119 flying
box car, I thought we could spend
some time remembering Peter Kelly.
What a tragic loss.
Does anyone have
any memories they wish to share?
Rivers.
How did he drown, Brother?
Did he hit his head, or...?
I don't think we need to discuss details.
But Peter Kelly was an ace swimmer.
It's too weird...
I said we wouldn't dwell on
details. It was an accident.
There's no use being morbid.
How do you know it was an accident?
I choose to ignore that, Mr. Darcy.
Peter was your classmate
and a friend to many of you.
Does no-one have anything
that they want to say?
No?
OK, um, my memory of Peter was
during the fun run for the Bishop,
when he stayed behind
to help his classmate, even though
that meant he'd come last.
That's the sort of
special boy Peter Kelly was.
Such a senseless waste.
Harrison, you've got something.
Does anyone want to swap this
Icy Pole? I don't like lime.
Maybe you'd like to
go to the headmaster.
No, Brother.
No? Open your books.
Like that?
It's so good.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Brother.
Elliot!
He's bleeding. Come back!
Hello, Father.
Dr Allen.
Oh, you're Mr. A.
I'll just call Bishop McNally
and say that we know each other
and this is just not appropriate.
Is that necessary, Tom?
I mean, I know you-
I trust you're professional.
And frankly, I'd prefer if we could
get this over and done with
today, unless you have
a problem talking to me?
No, no, course not. Course not.
You sure then?
OK, well please come in.
Take a seat over there. Thanks.
So, these-these fainting spells,
there's no apparent neurological
reason for them?
The doctor said,
"It's a funny one."
Not for you, I bet.
How often do they occur?
Once every few months.
Have you noticed
anything that triggers them?
Well, they often come
just as I'm robing for mass.
Not always, but the last time was.
Well, the second last time.
The last time was
at Alice Kelly's house.
And do you remember what you were
thinking about just before it happened?
I was thinking about Peter.
How scared he must've been,
out in that black water.
No-one around for miles.
I could feel it building up.
I can't do anything to stop it.
Well, it sounds quite terrifying.
Well, you don't complain.
OK, so go back a bit.
You just said, "There's
nothing I can do to stop it."
Do you feel like you
should be able to control it?
When I'm at the altar,
I am in persona Christi.
Do you know what that means?
I am Christ.
So, for a section
of the congregation,
when they see their priest drop
to the floor like that, it's like
Christ falling from heaven.
Of course I want to control it.
But my life,
it's not my life to control.
Did you know that Peter
was frightened of his father?
I had an abusive parent.
I know that fear.
We talked about it a lot,
Peter and I.
The sense of hopelessness he felt.
Oh, that poor, poor boy.
I want you to know that
when you're feeling small
and alone,
I'm here to protect you.
You understand that?
Right now, I can see
your spirit is wounded.
The Holy Spirit's trying to
heal you but the-
the pain is too great
for you to let him in.
Let him in through me, Elliot.
Let the Holy Spirit
take these feelings
of fear and let them flow away.
Hurry up, boys!
Off your cocks and into your socks!
I had to get out of there, hey.
Dad's pissed.
Mum's fully lost it.
Oi, Fint, mate?
You don't have to run out, you know.
No, I'm good, mate.
Feel like decking someone.
Right on.
We're not equipped to
deal with this, Colin.
Father Joyce needs professional
care in a proper facility.
I'm not... I'm not deaf, you know.
You believe in the body as infirm as
well as triumphant, Bishop McNally?
Suffering and pain are
a gift of life's journey,
as they were a part of our Lord's,
not to be tucked away.
I don't doubt your courage, Stan.
I just worry that
your brother priests are not the
best carers for you at this time.
Do we have a session today, Anthony?
OK, Anthony, what's wrong?
I did what you said.
You said, "Tell them,
they'll understand." So I do.
Now they're retiring me.
Sending me to the hospital
for bad priests.
You're not a bad priest.
I know that.
They're taking my collar.
What do I do now?
Who am I now?
Look, look, this is not right.
I'm going to speak
to Bishop McNally, OK?
No, you've done enough!
I should have just
gone to confession.
Thanks for meeting me.
Look, John, I've just had a visit
from Anthony Donohue, and he says
that, uh, you're sending him
to a hospital for bad priests?
What?
What does that mean?
It's a retreat, Tom.
It's very pleasant.
Oh, well, he thinks you're taking
his priesthood away from him.
I couldn't do it
even if I wanted to.
Laicising a priest
is a very complicated matter.
Anthony knows that.
Look, all I know is that a patient
of mine has taken a big risk
coming clean with you and now
he feels like his therapy
is being used as a punishment.
I'm really not very
comfortable with that.
Father Donoghue was under our care.
We have to be able to make
decisions about his welfare
and fitness without censure or
consultation. Do you understand me?
Yeah, I'm starting to.
Can I tell you
something in confidence?
I'm in a fight for my life, Tom.
There are dark forces at work in
the church, the like of
which you've got no idea.
Forces that would like
nothing better than to
take us back to mediaeval times,
extinguish the light of Vatican II.
I need men like you in my corner.
Men who understand
what it is to be human,
with all our promise and frailties.
Men who can
help me bring about real and
lasting change.
Because I fear
what the future holds if I fail,
and another takes my place.
Bishop Quaid, might I introduce
you to Signor Massimo Drago?
May I kiss your ring, My Lord?
Mr. Drago organises pilgrimages
to the Vatican.
I see. He seeks an official blessing
for this venture.
You are Opus Dei yourself,
Signor Drago?
Yes, My Lord.
Count on my blessing.
Thank you, My Lord. My uncle works
for the Health Department.
Tell My Lord what his
duties include, Signor.
Uh, he quarantines public buildings
for infectious diseases.
He was telling me he had to close
down some public toilets recently
because of suspected tuberculosis.
Anywhere the drug users congregate,
you will find infectious disease.
Like the needle exchange?
Certainly.
For how long are these
facilities quarantined?
A day, a week, uh, indefinitely.
Until the complaint is
full investigated, My Lord.
You know, it only takes one phone
call for him and he can go in there.
Two phone calls,
it can be closed down permanently.
Tell your uncle
he's doing God's work.
That's terrible.
What is that? What's it called?
No, no, no, no, that's shocking.
Bananarama?
Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, David!
Grab Finton too, will ya?
Dad? I'm thinking of Bernadette
for my confirmation name.
Yeah, your mum asked me
to pick you up.
Hop in the back, you two.
Seatbelt, Miss.
Yep.
Hey, you coming in to see Mum,
Mr. Allen?
I wasn't planning to.
Could you though?
Sure, mate.
Any history of bullying?
Not that he told me.
Did your son feel in any
danger before the accident?
It's not an accident, is it?
That's what the note says and it
makes sense. Peter was a good swimmer.
He wouldn't just drown.
I'm only asking if he felt unsafe.
I noticed that Peter was reported
missing earlier this year.
I wondered if there
was a connection.
Peter ran away from home
three times this year.
The last time, he broke into a car.
Police held him
in a cell overnight.
So, he's had some
involvement in petty crime?
He was sleeping in the car.
Sure. OK then, leave this with me.
That's it?
Well, it's got my direct number
on it if you have any questions.
Someone is saying my son was murdered.
Of course.
And I assure you, we have
various lines of enquiry.
Like what?
I mean, don't you have lists?
People that have just
gotten out of prison?
People that have done this sort
of thing before? Strangers...
Most cases don't involve strangers.
There was a call,
the night your son's body
was discovered, hinting at this
sort of thing. What?
Now, the caller was a child
who wouldn't leave his name.
So we're already looking
into this, Mrs. Kelly.
And it's complicated.
But that doesn't mean
we won't take it seriously.
Alice, just... Sergeant, do you
mind if we make a copy of that note?
Hardy.
You the boyfriend?
No, I'm a family friend.
Do you often see this sort of thing?
A note after a death?
Unfortunately
we see lots of pranks.
Pranks?
There are no suspicious
circumstances to Peter's death.
Nothing at all that says "Murder."
99 times out of 100 cases,
that note'll be attention-seeking.
What about the phone call?
Ninety nine out of 100.
Someone called them?
When were they gonna
tell us about that? Who did that?
Well, despite that
detective's attitude, I th-
the police really are
the best people to deal with this.
They're the professionals.
Peter wasn't scared
of anyone, was he?
I have no idea.
I have no idea what
was happening to my own son.
Alice, come on, you're a good mum.
Except when I was fucking you!
When I was with you I didn't
care about being a mother.
Peter didn't have a mother.
That is not the situation. Wasn't it?
I took my eye off him,
too busy waxing my legs
and fucking you in a motel.
And to see he was scared,
scared for his life!
And I wasn't there to listen.
I wasn't there to hear...
Alice, come on.
This is disgusting.
I'm a grieving mother. Fuck.
Alice.
And what about you, hey?
Sniffing around again. Fuck, Tom.
Haven't we hurt each other enough?
Bishop Quaid, you have a visitor.
Send him in. My Lord.
Hello, Mrs. Morris. Please.
Thank you.
Coffee, tea?
Oh, no, I've given up caffeine.
The bear pit makes me jittery enough.
Thank you, Father.
Now, how can I be of assistance?
Well, I was, um, I was hoping you
might have a couple of minutes just
to talk about your comments on the,
uh, needle exchange program.
Well, that article was rife
with misquotes. I have apologised.
Mm. But many of my constituents
don't know that, and they've been
phoning my office and
other members of
my party's offices, and head office,
demanding that we, we end the trial,
um, because it's sinful and because
it goes against the Pope's teachings
on drug addiction.
Now, whatever
personal beliefs we have,
this is saving lives, and
it's a, a policy achievement
my government is proud of.
Do you want me to apologise again?
Ah, no.
However, I was chatting with Bishop
McNally and he told me that you have
a, uh, another speaking
engagement planned.
I'm a guest of the fellows
at St. John's College.
Oh, yes, I went to St. Sophia,
many years ago.
So I guess what I'm really hoping
for is that you might consider
adopting a less, um, a less vocal
stance on this public policy issue.
You attend mass at St. Benedict's
with Father Marcus, don't you?
I do, yes.
If Father Marcus were aware of
an open sin, would you expect him
to be less vocal about that?
Ah, I might hope that he wouldn't
let a young person die unnecessarily
for the sake of doctrinal purity.
Well, the Church is not
a smorgasbord that one can
pick and choose dishes from,
Mrs. Wallace.
The Holy Father has spoken
on the evils of drug addiction.
I'm merely following his teachings,
as all good Catholics should.
I see. So you'll continue to be
misquoted on this issue.
I apologise if that
causes offence, Mrs. Wallace.
Ah, you'll know if you offend me.
No, no, thank you for your time.
We're out of milk.
Don't wait up, yeah?
Hey! What the hell are you doing
here? What do you want, mate?
What do you want?
You leave my wife alone, alright?
Yeah, get the hell out of here.
You forgot the milk.
And do you know
where my goggles are?
Oh, and Mrs. Kelly called when
you were at the service station.
You got lost, did you?
Morning, David.
Oh, God.
Vincent.
Eminence. You saw
Margaret Wallace last night.
Yes, why?
What in God's name
did you say to her?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Bishop McNally received a very
upsetting phone call this morning
from a representative of
the Premier's office.
He was told a senior
member of our church
bullied the Member for Sydney...
That's ridiculous.
I did not bully her.
Then how would you explain it?
Oh, it was a misunderstanding,
but frankly, who cares?
Vincent...
No, I'm outraged, John.
How dare they threaten a Bishop?
Governments come and go.
We are eternal. I don't know
why we bother talking to them...
That attitude may work
in the academy, Vince.
But this is the real world.
We have to...
Bow and scrape?
You've never had a parish.
You don't understand compromise.
But you do.
That's enough.
This diocese is engaged
in some very delicate negotiations
with the government at the moment.
I can't have them compromised,
even for a misunderstanding.
Good.
I told Mrs. Wallace that
you'd have lunch with her today.
I'll go, Colin.
I have a working relationship.
No, no, no, no. This is Bishop
Quaid's responsibility to mend this.
1.30.
As you wish, Your Eminence.
I think it's time I issue
Signor Drago's blessing.
You still have his uncle's card?
Yes, of course.
Leave it with me.
I'd like to ask a few questions
of some of the boys.
This note could be a hoax, of
course, but I'm close to the guilty
family and I have to tell you,
Peter's mother is beside herself.
I thought if I looked into it
I could at least put her mind off
the idea that her son was murdered.
You know I'm a trained psychiatrist,
Brother, so I'll know
what to say to the boys.
Absolutely not.
Brother...
As a trained psychiatrist,
I would have thought you'd know
how completely inappropriate
your request is. I can't allow you
to question the boys without
their parents' permission.
Well, perhaps you would give
me some of the boys' home numbers
and I could talk to their parents.
Or you could leave it
to the police.
# Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques,
dormez-vous
# Dormez-vous
Sonnez les matines...
Brother?
Brother Warner!
Can I have a word?
Watch it, dickhead.
Bishop Quaid, as I was saying,
I really am so glad you sought out
this opportunity to see some of
this work that we're doing here.
Unfortunately, I can't show you
the, uh, needle exchange because
the Health Department decided
to close it down for some reason.
Can you believe it? Anonymous tip.
But we'll have it open by
the end of the day. You know,
I think I figured something out
about you, Bishop Quaid.
You've never known a drug addict.
Here we are.
G'day.
G'day, Margaret.
How are you, Bob?
Hanging in there. Not too bad?
Yeah.
Might take some of that.
Thank you kindly.
Yep.
Pasta today, eh?
That's the one. Looking good.
This is my friend, Bishop Quaid.
Father.
Yes, they're prostitutes.
We try to get them back
into education, or reunite them
with their families if we can.
The only real chance we get
to talk to them is, um,
is at the needle exchange.
Bishop Quaid, my party has had
a long relationship with the Church.
But not all my Caucus colleagues
are Catholic, and many of them
are uncomfortable with, for example,
the amount of money we're about
to pledge to the Church for
education, with little or
no public accountability...
I have absolutely nothing to do
with the Catholic Education Office.
No, no, this is just an example.
I only meant to say that, we-
um, you know, we can't assume
that this relationship will
always be as strong as it is.
Mrs. Wallace, for over
half a century priests took an oath,
the Motu Proprio Sacrorum
antistitum.
It's an anti-modernistic oath
to defend the church against
the modern world, the world
in many ways your party represents.
Then, in 1965, my church
embraced your modern world
with The Second Vatican Council.
It was called the Guadium et Spes.
It was meant to bring fresh air
and sunlight into the world, but,
uh, instead, it has brought clouds
and darkness,
as Pope Paul VI has said.
The tail of the serpent entered
my church, and it has never left.
Mm, yes, I remember
the Second Council too.
A church of the world, not above it.
A church of the people,
not those in power.
I felt I was living in the luckiest
of all times to be Catholic.
Yes, I fear you were deceived.
This fallen world
cannot be God's plan.
Elliot.
Elliot. Elliot.
Elliot! Oi!
Elliot.
Come here.
Wait for me.
You wrote this note, didn't you?
No, Brother.
Stop mucking around.
I recognise your handwriting. What
do you mean, "Peter was killed."?
This is really serious, Elliot.
If you-if you know something you
have to tell me.
Who hurt Peter?
He did.
I don't know what you mean.
Peter did.
Peter did what? Drowned himself?
But someone made him.
Bad as if they killed him.
Who made him, Elliot? Who made him?
Who made him? Who made him?
I don't know where your bloody
goggles are, for God's sake.
Hey, Joe. Ah! Jesus!
Fuckin' go out to a P and C meeting,
gone late, and then she come home...
Joe.
Stinking, mate. Stinking of you.
Is it any wonder that I've been
going out of my fuckin' brain?
Is it, mate?
I can't fuckin' remember
what-what he looks like.
I can't even remember my son.
My son!
Come on, come inside.
My boy.
No, just fuckin' leave me alone.
Fuck off! Fuck off.
You stay away, mate.
You fuckin' stay away. OK?
Fuckin' dickhead.
I was told I'd bullied you.
What?
Bishop McNally said
you thought I bullied you?
That wasn't my intention.
That, well, that was
a misunderstanding with Bishop
McNally, cos I never said that.
You didn't?
No.
I've known addicts before.
Both my parents were drunks.
They left me at the age of 12,
and I was homeless for a time.
In fact,
if it wasn't for the love of Christ,
I might well have followed this path.
Surely you must sympathise.
Not for one moment.
Thank you for lunch.
And they must never forget our brothers
and sisters taken from us by AIDS.
John Zerub, 27.
Graham Perris, 31.
Mate, can I...?
Excuse me.
John Miller, 32.
Sorry, can I get through? Sorry.
Excuse me.
Francis Leary, 26.
Where's the Bishop?
Keep your voice down.
He owes me.
The Bishop owes you what?
What do you think, ya dumb prick?
What the fuck are you...?
Get off me!
Is it money you're after?
Because I don't have any.
Is he down there?
You all think you're safe
down there, but you're not.
Easy to break in.
Go, or I'll call the police.
He's bad, you know.
That Bishop. McNally.
He's a liar.
Fucked me right up.
What are you talking about?
At Colleton.
You know what happened at Colleton.
No, I don't know.
You know.
You all know.
What did he do to you?
Tell me. I don't know.
What, you wanna have
a wank about it? Fuckin' priests.
Eminence, I was just threatened by a
street prostitute in the cathedral.
The boy was clearly high on drugs,
but he said he'd made
an appointment to see you, John.
Something about Colleton?
Anyway, I told him
to come back tomorrow.
I shall let the local
Police Commander know when I see him.
Can't have Bishops threatened.
So, she comes into the church.
She comes in, I said...
Come in.
I spoke to Elliot Darcy earlier.
He's saying Peter Kelly's death
wasn't an accident,
and he knows who's responsible.
Close the door, please.
Name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost.
Contraband.
Bless you, lad.
Might have to put my teeth back in.
What's this about a prostitute,
Vincent? What's got into you?
I don't fully know, Stan.
But it turned my stomach.
Tom Allen. Tom,
it's Brother Warner from school.
Uh, I spoke to the boy responsible
for writing that note.
Oh, yeah? Yeah, there's, uh,
nothing to it, I'm sorry.
He made the whole thing up.
Uh, attention-seeking.
Peter's death was an accident.
An accident?
Would you like me
to telephone Alice Kelly?
No, I'll do it. Thank you.
Bye.
Well, Peter never stays away
for long, does he?
Has Peter ever mentioned
where he goes when he runs away?
Alice, you don't think that Joe...?
You'd love that, wouldn't you?
Bishop NcNally is the favourite.
He will be the next Archbishop Ufficioso.
And eventually guardian.
Your time will come.
You want me to become
the church psychiatrist?
For one priest, initially.
If I have something to deal
with, Jack, then so do we all.
We're looking for a 13-year-old boy.
Ask him where he is.
Peter!
There's a body in Manly Dam.
His body!
Somebody did it to him.
I know who it was.
- You got it?
- Miss, move along, please.
Go up here.
Alright, last one.
Let's go.
Hi, Tom.
Brother.
David.
They, uh, they think he went
swimming and got into trouble.
Is, uh, Joe here?
He's been in there all night.
Finton's in his room, David,
if you want.
Go on, mate.
Hello, Tom.
Father Andrassi.
I'll go and make her a cup of tea.
Joe? Oh, Joe.
Give me the bottle.
You don't need that.
Hey, you know something?
What?
Y-your...
What?
Your God is bullshit.
Bullshit.
You heard of Dinosaur Jr.?
Shit about your brother.
That's OK.
Stay.
He was on the swimming team
at school.
We have medals.
It doesn't make any sense.
Your Eminence. The boy from
Saint Venables was found dead.
He was drowned.
How old was the boy?
Thirteen, Your Eminence.
How terribly sad.
Uh, there's been
an incident at Saint Venables.
A student's drowned.
In the school grounds? No.
Who's our black
and white there, John?
Marco Andrassi.
How's he going? Will he be up to it?
Marco's a good priest.
He'll manage this.
Some of you may know the sad news
that a member of our school
community, Peter Kelly, of 7W,
passed away at the weekend
in a tragic accident.
Peter was a bright
and thoughtful boy,
a talented cricketer
and altar boy
and will be greatly missed
by us all.
Our thoughts and prayers go out
to his family, and in particular,
to his brother, Finton,
who is a member of our
Year 12 student council.
Will you please join me in
a moment's silent prayer for
Peter Kelly and the Kelly family?
Before we delve into the mysteries
of the passengers of a C-119 flying
box car, I thought we could spend
some time remembering Peter Kelly.
What a tragic loss.
Does anyone have
any memories they wish to share?
Rivers.
How did he drown, Brother?
Did he hit his head, or...?
I don't think we need to discuss details.
But Peter Kelly was an ace swimmer.
It's too weird...
I said we wouldn't dwell on
details. It was an accident.
There's no use being morbid.
How do you know it was an accident?
I choose to ignore that, Mr. Darcy.
Peter was your classmate
and a friend to many of you.
Does no-one have anything
that they want to say?
No?
OK, um, my memory of Peter was
during the fun run for the Bishop,
when he stayed behind
to help his classmate, even though
that meant he'd come last.
That's the sort of
special boy Peter Kelly was.
Such a senseless waste.
Harrison, you've got something.
Does anyone want to swap this
Icy Pole? I don't like lime.
Maybe you'd like to
go to the headmaster.
No, Brother.
No? Open your books.
Like that?
It's so good.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Brother.
Elliot!
He's bleeding. Come back!
Hello, Father.
Dr Allen.
Oh, you're Mr. A.
I'll just call Bishop McNally
and say that we know each other
and this is just not appropriate.
Is that necessary, Tom?
I mean, I know you-
I trust you're professional.
And frankly, I'd prefer if we could
get this over and done with
today, unless you have
a problem talking to me?
No, no, course not. Course not.
You sure then?
OK, well please come in.
Take a seat over there. Thanks.
So, these-these fainting spells,
there's no apparent neurological
reason for them?
The doctor said,
"It's a funny one."
Not for you, I bet.
How often do they occur?
Once every few months.
Have you noticed
anything that triggers them?
Well, they often come
just as I'm robing for mass.
Not always, but the last time was.
Well, the second last time.
The last time was
at Alice Kelly's house.
And do you remember what you were
thinking about just before it happened?
I was thinking about Peter.
How scared he must've been,
out in that black water.
No-one around for miles.
I could feel it building up.
I can't do anything to stop it.
Well, it sounds quite terrifying.
Well, you don't complain.
OK, so go back a bit.
You just said, "There's
nothing I can do to stop it."
Do you feel like you
should be able to control it?
When I'm at the altar,
I am in persona Christi.
Do you know what that means?
I am Christ.
So, for a section
of the congregation,
when they see their priest drop
to the floor like that, it's like
Christ falling from heaven.
Of course I want to control it.
But my life,
it's not my life to control.
Did you know that Peter
was frightened of his father?
I had an abusive parent.
I know that fear.
We talked about it a lot,
Peter and I.
The sense of hopelessness he felt.
Oh, that poor, poor boy.
I want you to know that
when you're feeling small
and alone,
I'm here to protect you.
You understand that?
Right now, I can see
your spirit is wounded.
The Holy Spirit's trying to
heal you but the-
the pain is too great
for you to let him in.
Let him in through me, Elliot.
Let the Holy Spirit
take these feelings
of fear and let them flow away.
Hurry up, boys!
Off your cocks and into your socks!
I had to get out of there, hey.
Dad's pissed.
Mum's fully lost it.
Oi, Fint, mate?
You don't have to run out, you know.
No, I'm good, mate.
Feel like decking someone.
Right on.
We're not equipped to
deal with this, Colin.
Father Joyce needs professional
care in a proper facility.
I'm not... I'm not deaf, you know.
You believe in the body as infirm as
well as triumphant, Bishop McNally?
Suffering and pain are
a gift of life's journey,
as they were a part of our Lord's,
not to be tucked away.
I don't doubt your courage, Stan.
I just worry that
your brother priests are not the
best carers for you at this time.
Do we have a session today, Anthony?
OK, Anthony, what's wrong?
I did what you said.
You said, "Tell them,
they'll understand." So I do.
Now they're retiring me.
Sending me to the hospital
for bad priests.
You're not a bad priest.
I know that.
They're taking my collar.
What do I do now?
Who am I now?
Look, look, this is not right.
I'm going to speak
to Bishop McNally, OK?
No, you've done enough!
I should have just
gone to confession.
Thanks for meeting me.
Look, John, I've just had a visit
from Anthony Donohue, and he says
that, uh, you're sending him
to a hospital for bad priests?
What?
What does that mean?
It's a retreat, Tom.
It's very pleasant.
Oh, well, he thinks you're taking
his priesthood away from him.
I couldn't do it
even if I wanted to.
Laicising a priest
is a very complicated matter.
Anthony knows that.
Look, all I know is that a patient
of mine has taken a big risk
coming clean with you and now
he feels like his therapy
is being used as a punishment.
I'm really not very
comfortable with that.
Father Donoghue was under our care.
We have to be able to make
decisions about his welfare
and fitness without censure or
consultation. Do you understand me?
Yeah, I'm starting to.
Can I tell you
something in confidence?
I'm in a fight for my life, Tom.
There are dark forces at work in
the church, the like of
which you've got no idea.
Forces that would like
nothing better than to
take us back to mediaeval times,
extinguish the light of Vatican II.
I need men like you in my corner.
Men who understand
what it is to be human,
with all our promise and frailties.
Men who can
help me bring about real and
lasting change.
Because I fear
what the future holds if I fail,
and another takes my place.
Bishop Quaid, might I introduce
you to Signor Massimo Drago?
May I kiss your ring, My Lord?
Mr. Drago organises pilgrimages
to the Vatican.
I see. He seeks an official blessing
for this venture.
You are Opus Dei yourself,
Signor Drago?
Yes, My Lord.
Count on my blessing.
Thank you, My Lord. My uncle works
for the Health Department.
Tell My Lord what his
duties include, Signor.
Uh, he quarantines public buildings
for infectious diseases.
He was telling me he had to close
down some public toilets recently
because of suspected tuberculosis.
Anywhere the drug users congregate,
you will find infectious disease.
Like the needle exchange?
Certainly.
For how long are these
facilities quarantined?
A day, a week, uh, indefinitely.
Until the complaint is
full investigated, My Lord.
You know, it only takes one phone
call for him and he can go in there.
Two phone calls,
it can be closed down permanently.
Tell your uncle
he's doing God's work.
That's terrible.
What is that? What's it called?
No, no, no, no, that's shocking.
Bananarama?
Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, David!
Grab Finton too, will ya?
Dad? I'm thinking of Bernadette
for my confirmation name.
Yeah, your mum asked me
to pick you up.
Hop in the back, you two.
Seatbelt, Miss.
Yep.
Hey, you coming in to see Mum,
Mr. Allen?
I wasn't planning to.
Could you though?
Sure, mate.
Any history of bullying?
Not that he told me.
Did your son feel in any
danger before the accident?
It's not an accident, is it?
That's what the note says and it
makes sense. Peter was a good swimmer.
He wouldn't just drown.
I'm only asking if he felt unsafe.
I noticed that Peter was reported
missing earlier this year.
I wondered if there
was a connection.
Peter ran away from home
three times this year.
The last time, he broke into a car.
Police held him
in a cell overnight.
So, he's had some
involvement in petty crime?
He was sleeping in the car.
Sure. OK then, leave this with me.
That's it?
Well, it's got my direct number
on it if you have any questions.
Someone is saying my son was murdered.
Of course.
And I assure you, we have
various lines of enquiry.
Like what?
I mean, don't you have lists?
People that have just
gotten out of prison?
People that have done this sort
of thing before? Strangers...
Most cases don't involve strangers.
There was a call,
the night your son's body
was discovered, hinting at this
sort of thing. What?
Now, the caller was a child
who wouldn't leave his name.
So we're already looking
into this, Mrs. Kelly.
And it's complicated.
But that doesn't mean
we won't take it seriously.
Alice, just... Sergeant, do you
mind if we make a copy of that note?
Hardy.
You the boyfriend?
No, I'm a family friend.
Do you often see this sort of thing?
A note after a death?
Unfortunately
we see lots of pranks.
Pranks?
There are no suspicious
circumstances to Peter's death.
Nothing at all that says "Murder."
99 times out of 100 cases,
that note'll be attention-seeking.
What about the phone call?
Ninety nine out of 100.
Someone called them?
When were they gonna
tell us about that? Who did that?
Well, despite that
detective's attitude, I th-
the police really are
the best people to deal with this.
They're the professionals.
Peter wasn't scared
of anyone, was he?
I have no idea.
I have no idea what
was happening to my own son.
Alice, come on, you're a good mum.
Except when I was fucking you!
When I was with you I didn't
care about being a mother.
Peter didn't have a mother.
That is not the situation. Wasn't it?
I took my eye off him,
too busy waxing my legs
and fucking you in a motel.
And to see he was scared,
scared for his life!
And I wasn't there to listen.
I wasn't there to hear...
Alice, come on.
This is disgusting.
I'm a grieving mother. Fuck.
Alice.
And what about you, hey?
Sniffing around again. Fuck, Tom.
Haven't we hurt each other enough?
Bishop Quaid, you have a visitor.
Send him in. My Lord.
Hello, Mrs. Morris. Please.
Thank you.
Coffee, tea?
Oh, no, I've given up caffeine.
The bear pit makes me jittery enough.
Thank you, Father.
Now, how can I be of assistance?
Well, I was, um, I was hoping you
might have a couple of minutes just
to talk about your comments on the,
uh, needle exchange program.
Well, that article was rife
with misquotes. I have apologised.
Mm. But many of my constituents
don't know that, and they've been
phoning my office and
other members of
my party's offices, and head office,
demanding that we, we end the trial,
um, because it's sinful and because
it goes against the Pope's teachings
on drug addiction.
Now, whatever
personal beliefs we have,
this is saving lives, and
it's a, a policy achievement
my government is proud of.
Do you want me to apologise again?
Ah, no.
However, I was chatting with Bishop
McNally and he told me that you have
a, uh, another speaking
engagement planned.
I'm a guest of the fellows
at St. John's College.
Oh, yes, I went to St. Sophia,
many years ago.
So I guess what I'm really hoping
for is that you might consider
adopting a less, um, a less vocal
stance on this public policy issue.
You attend mass at St. Benedict's
with Father Marcus, don't you?
I do, yes.
If Father Marcus were aware of
an open sin, would you expect him
to be less vocal about that?
Ah, I might hope that he wouldn't
let a young person die unnecessarily
for the sake of doctrinal purity.
Well, the Church is not
a smorgasbord that one can
pick and choose dishes from,
Mrs. Wallace.
The Holy Father has spoken
on the evils of drug addiction.
I'm merely following his teachings,
as all good Catholics should.
I see. So you'll continue to be
misquoted on this issue.
I apologise if that
causes offence, Mrs. Wallace.
Ah, you'll know if you offend me.
No, no, thank you for your time.
We're out of milk.
Don't wait up, yeah?
Hey! What the hell are you doing
here? What do you want, mate?
What do you want?
You leave my wife alone, alright?
Yeah, get the hell out of here.
You forgot the milk.
And do you know
where my goggles are?
Oh, and Mrs. Kelly called when
you were at the service station.
You got lost, did you?
Morning, David.
Oh, God.
Vincent.
Eminence. You saw
Margaret Wallace last night.
Yes, why?
What in God's name
did you say to her?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Bishop McNally received a very
upsetting phone call this morning
from a representative of
the Premier's office.
He was told a senior
member of our church
bullied the Member for Sydney...
That's ridiculous.
I did not bully her.
Then how would you explain it?
Oh, it was a misunderstanding,
but frankly, who cares?
Vincent...
No, I'm outraged, John.
How dare they threaten a Bishop?
Governments come and go.
We are eternal. I don't know
why we bother talking to them...
That attitude may work
in the academy, Vince.
But this is the real world.
We have to...
Bow and scrape?
You've never had a parish.
You don't understand compromise.
But you do.
That's enough.
This diocese is engaged
in some very delicate negotiations
with the government at the moment.
I can't have them compromised,
even for a misunderstanding.
Good.
I told Mrs. Wallace that
you'd have lunch with her today.
I'll go, Colin.
I have a working relationship.
No, no, no, no. This is Bishop
Quaid's responsibility to mend this.
1.30.
As you wish, Your Eminence.
I think it's time I issue
Signor Drago's blessing.
You still have his uncle's card?
Yes, of course.
Leave it with me.
I'd like to ask a few questions
of some of the boys.
This note could be a hoax, of
course, but I'm close to the guilty
family and I have to tell you,
Peter's mother is beside herself.
I thought if I looked into it
I could at least put her mind off
the idea that her son was murdered.
You know I'm a trained psychiatrist,
Brother, so I'll know
what to say to the boys.
Absolutely not.
Brother...
As a trained psychiatrist,
I would have thought you'd know
how completely inappropriate
your request is. I can't allow you
to question the boys without
their parents' permission.
Well, perhaps you would give
me some of the boys' home numbers
and I could talk to their parents.
Or you could leave it
to the police.
# Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques,
dormez-vous
# Dormez-vous
Sonnez les matines...
Brother?
Brother Warner!
Can I have a word?
Watch it, dickhead.
Bishop Quaid, as I was saying,
I really am so glad you sought out
this opportunity to see some of
this work that we're doing here.
Unfortunately, I can't show you
the, uh, needle exchange because
the Health Department decided
to close it down for some reason.
Can you believe it? Anonymous tip.
But we'll have it open by
the end of the day. You know,
I think I figured something out
about you, Bishop Quaid.
You've never known a drug addict.
Here we are.
G'day.
G'day, Margaret.
How are you, Bob?
Hanging in there. Not too bad?
Yeah.
Might take some of that.
Thank you kindly.
Yep.
Pasta today, eh?
That's the one. Looking good.
This is my friend, Bishop Quaid.
Father.
Yes, they're prostitutes.
We try to get them back
into education, or reunite them
with their families if we can.
The only real chance we get
to talk to them is, um,
is at the needle exchange.
Bishop Quaid, my party has had
a long relationship with the Church.
But not all my Caucus colleagues
are Catholic, and many of them
are uncomfortable with, for example,
the amount of money we're about
to pledge to the Church for
education, with little or
no public accountability...
I have absolutely nothing to do
with the Catholic Education Office.
No, no, this is just an example.
I only meant to say that, we-
um, you know, we can't assume
that this relationship will
always be as strong as it is.
Mrs. Wallace, for over
half a century priests took an oath,
the Motu Proprio Sacrorum
antistitum.
It's an anti-modernistic oath
to defend the church against
the modern world, the world
in many ways your party represents.
Then, in 1965, my church
embraced your modern world
with The Second Vatican Council.
It was called the Guadium et Spes.
It was meant to bring fresh air
and sunlight into the world, but,
uh, instead, it has brought clouds
and darkness,
as Pope Paul VI has said.
The tail of the serpent entered
my church, and it has never left.
Mm, yes, I remember
the Second Council too.
A church of the world, not above it.
A church of the people,
not those in power.
I felt I was living in the luckiest
of all times to be Catholic.
Yes, I fear you were deceived.
This fallen world
cannot be God's plan.
Elliot.
Elliot. Elliot.
Elliot! Oi!
Elliot.
Come here.
Wait for me.
You wrote this note, didn't you?
No, Brother.
Stop mucking around.
I recognise your handwriting. What
do you mean, "Peter was killed."?
This is really serious, Elliot.
If you-if you know something you
have to tell me.
Who hurt Peter?
He did.
I don't know what you mean.
Peter did.
Peter did what? Drowned himself?
But someone made him.
Bad as if they killed him.
Who made him, Elliot? Who made him?
Who made him? Who made him?
I don't know where your bloody
goggles are, for God's sake.
Hey, Joe. Ah! Jesus!
Fuckin' go out to a P and C meeting,
gone late, and then she come home...
Joe.
Stinking, mate. Stinking of you.
Is it any wonder that I've been
going out of my fuckin' brain?
Is it, mate?
I can't fuckin' remember
what-what he looks like.
I can't even remember my son.
My son!
Come on, come inside.
My boy.
No, just fuckin' leave me alone.
Fuck off! Fuck off.
You stay away, mate.
You fuckin' stay away. OK?
Fuckin' dickhead.
I was told I'd bullied you.
What?
Bishop McNally said
you thought I bullied you?
That wasn't my intention.
That, well, that was
a misunderstanding with Bishop
McNally, cos I never said that.
You didn't?
No.
I've known addicts before.
Both my parents were drunks.
They left me at the age of 12,
and I was homeless for a time.
In fact,
if it wasn't for the love of Christ,
I might well have followed this path.
Surely you must sympathise.
Not for one moment.
Thank you for lunch.
And they must never forget our brothers
and sisters taken from us by AIDS.
John Zerub, 27.
Graham Perris, 31.
Mate, can I...?
Excuse me.
John Miller, 32.
Sorry, can I get through? Sorry.
Excuse me.
Francis Leary, 26.
Where's the Bishop?
Keep your voice down.
He owes me.
The Bishop owes you what?
What do you think, ya dumb prick?
What the fuck are you...?
Get off me!
Is it money you're after?
Because I don't have any.
Is he down there?
You all think you're safe
down there, but you're not.
Easy to break in.
Go, or I'll call the police.
He's bad, you know.
That Bishop. McNally.
He's a liar.
Fucked me right up.
What are you talking about?
At Colleton.
You know what happened at Colleton.
No, I don't know.
You know.
You all know.
What did he do to you?
Tell me. I don't know.
What, you wanna have
a wank about it? Fuckin' priests.
Eminence, I was just threatened by a
street prostitute in the cathedral.
The boy was clearly high on drugs,
but he said he'd made
an appointment to see you, John.
Something about Colleton?
Anyway, I told him
to come back tomorrow.
I shall let the local
Police Commander know when I see him.
Can't have Bishops threatened.
So, she comes into the church.
She comes in, I said...
Come in.
I spoke to Elliot Darcy earlier.
He's saying Peter Kelly's death
wasn't an accident,
and he knows who's responsible.
Close the door, please.
Name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost.
Contraband.
Bless you, lad.
Might have to put my teeth back in.
What's this about a prostitute,
Vincent? What's got into you?
I don't fully know, Stan.
But it turned my stomach.
Tom Allen. Tom,
it's Brother Warner from school.
Uh, I spoke to the boy responsible
for writing that note.
Oh, yeah? Yeah, there's, uh,
nothing to it, I'm sorry.
He made the whole thing up.
Uh, attention-seeking.
Peter's death was an accident.
An accident?
Would you like me
to telephone Alice Kelly?
No, I'll do it. Thank you.
Bye.