Of course, that was taken some time ago. She's 90 now.
Let's drink to your mother. Hope you'll be seeing her soon, Father.
Uh, what about your mother ?
Well, I don't remember much about her.
She died when I was quite young.
Well, let's drink to the two of them anyway.
Thank you, Father.
You know, Father O'Malley, I always planned...
that as soon as I got a few dollars ahead,
I'd go back to the old country and see my mother.
Now, would you believe it, that was 45 years ago,
and every time I get a few dollars ahead--
There's always somebody that seems to need it more than you do.
Ah, you'd like her. She'd like you too.
She always had a song in her heart.
I-I-I can almost hear her now.
Me boy, do you, do you know "Too-ra-loo-ra-loo" ?
" Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral "
" Too-ra-loo-ra-li "
" Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral "
" Hush now, don't you cry "
" Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral "
" Too-ra-loo-ra-li "
" Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral "
" That's an Irish lullaby "
" Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral "
Good night.
Take it easy, boys. Here, Tony, here's the fare.
Everybody right home and to bed.
I'm responsible for you. Don't forget, we got a rehearsal in the morning, huh ?
- Father, ain't you comin' with us ? - No, I think I'll walk home.
I want to think about my sermon for Sunday.
- It has to be extra special for your parents. - Oh, good.
On how to bring up children.
- Oh, Father ! Good luck to you !
Chuck.
- Jenny ! - Chuck, it's good to see you.
Oh, it's good to see you too.
Where were you going, Jenny ?
To work, and I'm late. Come along.
Gangway.
- What are you doing here ? This is the Metropolitan. - This is where I work.
- Wait a minute. Isn't that Carmen ?
Huh ?
What do you play, one of the spectators at the bullfight ?
Believe it or not, I'm Carmen.
- Jenny Tuffle, Carmen ? - Oh, I've changed that. It's Genevieve Linden.
I was singing Carmen in Rio and they heard me and said,
"Would you sing it here ?" Here. Can you imagine ?
- Jenny Tuffle at the Metropolitan. - Imagine that.
Well, Chuck, make yourself comfortable.
I have to be getting on with it.
Oh, it's good to see you, Chuck.
Come on, Effie, I'm terribly late.
I don't know why I'm even talking to you.
- No ? - Why didn't you write ?
- I did write. - I know you did, but why did you stop ?
- Didn't I tell you ? - No, you didn't, but you're going to.
Jenny ? Please, I want to ask you just a small favor.
Hello, Tommy. What is it ?
Tonight, would you glance occasionally at my baton ?
Tonight, let's not race. Let's, uh--
Let's try just for once to finish together, huh ?
All right, Tommy, I promise.
And, Tommy, do me a favor.
Meet Chuck O'Malley. He's a very old friend of mine.
Chuck, Signor Tomaso Bozanni.
Father. "Chuck" ?
Oh, she always calls me that.
You haven't told me yet, Chuck. Why did you stop writing ?
I did tell you in my last letter.
Which letter was that ?
I guess that must have been the letter you didn't get.
You wrote to me in-- in Rome, in Florence,
Naples, Vienna, Budapest.
Then I went to Switzerland, and I found one of your letters waiting for me in Lucerne.
Oh, you should have been there, Chuck.
A week before Christmas and there was a quaint little post office.
I walked up to it in the snow.
The moon was so bright that I read your letter on the way home.
And I answered it that night.
But that letter in Lucerne was the last one I got.
From there I went to South America,
but there were no more letters.
What happened, Chuck ?
Chuck, what hap--
Father Chuck.
It'll take me a little while to get used to that.
Where's your parish, Father ?
I'm over here at St. Dominic's, about ten blocks from here.
- Oh. - You remember-- remember Timmy ?
Tim O'Dowd ? Yes, of course, I do.
He's at St. Francis now. He's a priest too.
Oh, dear old Timmy. Can you imagine that ?
Well, I'll have to be running along.
Oh, please, please don't go. Tommy, he can stand in the wings, can't he ?
- It would be a privilege. - Please.
You know, Tommy...
Father O'Malley was the first one to tell me I could sing.
Maybe one day I'll tell her the same thing.
If she listens to you, Father, maybe you could persuade her...
to listen just once to me.
Watch the baton.
Good luck, Miss Tuffle.
" L'amour est un oiseau rebelle "
" Que nul ne peut apprivoiser "
" Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle "
" S'il lui convient de refuser "
" Rien n'y fait menace ou priere "
" L'un parle bien l'autre se tait "
" Et c'est l'autre que je prefere "
" Il n'a rien dit mais il me plait "
- " L'amour est un oiseau rebelle " - " L'amour "
- " Que nul ne peut apprivoiser " - " L'amour "
- " Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle " - " L'amour "
- " S'il lui convient refuser " - " L'amour "
" L'amour est enfant de Boheme "
" Il n'a jamais jamais connu de loi "
" Si tu ne m'aimes pas je t'aime "
" Si je t'aime prends garde a toi "
- " Prends garde a toi " - " Si tu ne m'aimes pas "
" Si tu ne m'aimes pas je t'aime "
- " Prends garde a toi " - " Mais se je t'aime "
" Si je t'aime "
" Prends garde a toi "
" L'oiseau que tu croyais surprendre "
" Battit de l'aile et s'en vola "
" L'amour est loin tu peut l'attendre "
" Tu ne l'attends plus il est la "
" Tout autour de toi vite, vite "
" Il vient, s'en va puis il revient "
" Tu crois le tenir il t'evite "
" Tu crois l'eviter il te tient "
- " Tout autour de toi vite, vite " - " L'amour "
- " Il vient, s'en va puis il revient " - " L'amour "
- " Tu crois le tenir il te tient " - " L'amour "
- " Tu crois l'eviter il te tient " - " L'amour "
" L'amour est enfant de Boheme "
" Il n'a jamais jamais connu de loi "
" Si tu ne m'aimes pas je t'aime "
" Si je t'aime prends garde a toi "
- " Prends garde a toi " - " Si tu ne m'aimes pas "
" Si tu ne m'aimes pas je t'aime "
- " Prends garde a toi " - " Mais si je t'aime "
" Si je t'aime "
" Prends garde a toi "
- You wanted to see me, Father ? - Yeah, yeah.
Mrs. Quimp here, good woman that she is,
has come here with a bit of disturbing information,
and I think it should more properly be brought to your attention.
Nice work, Mrs. Quimp. What is it ?
Suppose you tell Father O'Malley in your own words.
You'd better tell him, Father.
Huh ? Ah.
Well, your little songbird who was without funds...
but not a bit interested in general housework,
is feathering her nest in her own manner.
And if Mrs. Quimp's observations are correct, a very fine manner it is.
It seems, Father O'Malley, that the young lady in question...
has an apartment directly across the street.
Yeah, opposite, opposite Mrs. Quimp's bedroom.
And according to Mrs. Quimp, young Ted Haines comes early and stays so late that--
Mrs. Quimp is losing a lot of sleep.
It's queer, isn't it, Father ?
Young Haines was ready to throw me out...
without so much as a "How do you do ?"
But when it comes to this young lady--
and mark you, there are other words I could call her--
he acts quite different.
Don't you think it's strange ?
That's a question. People do funny things, you know.
Fine goings-on, Father. It's as plain as the nose on your face.
- The nose on whose face, Father ? - Huh ?
- Well, it doesn't matter whose face it's on.
- Oh. - You and I have got to face it.
Excuse us.
This is a very serious business, Father O'Malley.
As you're more familiar with the case, I think you should handle it.
I'll handle the little sins.
" All through a lifetime "
" I'll be loving you "
" And then on the day "
" After forever "
" I'll just begin "
" Again "
- Come in.
- Hello, Father. - Hello, Carol.
- Hi, Father. - Hello.
- I heard you. That's more like it. - Thank you, Father.
Maybe it's because I'm putting more meaning into the words.
Hmm. Very nice here, isn't it ?
Very nice.
- Before you go any further-- - You mean it's all in my mind ?
That's right.
Yes, I'm sure Father is just dying to hear more of the details.
- Huh ? Won't you sit down ? - Yes. Uh-huh.
I was going down the street, minding my own business,
when who do you think just happened by...
and pulled up alongside of the curb ?
Ted Haines, Jr.
Right. And what do you think his approach was ? You tell him.
I prefer not to remember.
Well, being a woman, I do.
His exact words were, "Hey, good-lookin', what's cookin' ?"
- Oh, now wait a minute.
What I really said was, "Who do you know that I know ?"
You know, that's worse.
- Well-- - Well, that was that.
And with no more than that, he asked me to lunch.
Who knows ? It might have worked. It's been known to.
So after I'd cooled him off, I came back here.
No job, no money, expecting to be thrown out any minute.
There was a knock on the door, and I said to myself, "The landlord. Here it comes."
- And who do you think was there ? - Junior ?
- Right. I was so surprised. - So was I.
Well, up to here, we're-- we're all surprised.
Before throwing me out, he had to know a little about me.
So in a few well-chosen sentences, I gave him the details.
Sort of like I told you.
And you found a landlord with a heart of gold.
Well, not exactly a heart of gold, Father, but--
Well, we had the apartment vacant, and it seemed a shame to throw her out.
What's wrong with that ?
Nothing that I know of, up to here.
Well, as I was saying, it was a shame to throw her out.
Like Mrs. Quimp ?
Yeah. No ! Well, that's different.
I can see that, obviously.
She told me about coming to see you and that you wanted to help her.
You don't have a corner on helping people, do you ?
And besides, I've practically got her lined up in a job.
Yes, and as soon as I get it, I'm going to pay him back.
Every nickel of it. You too, Father.
Oh, no hurry about me.
Rather a nice-looking piano you have here.
Well, she needs one, doesn't she ?
- She's got to practice; she's a singer. - It was very thoughtful.
Of course, pianos are a little expensive these days.
I asked her first if she couldn't play a ukulele.
- Well, then naturally-- - Yeah, naturally.
- Carol tells me you can play, Father. - Oh.
How about trying this one out and see if I got a good buy ?
Yes, play something for us, Father.
- Would you mind us asking you a few questions, Father ? - No.
Where'd you get that wicked left hand ?
Well, I've always been interested in music.
Used to write a bit of it at school. I had a little band.
- We used to play for the school dances.
O'Malley's Orioles.
You know, at one time I had quite a decision to make:
whether to write the nation's songs or go my way.
Any regrets, Father ?
Regrets ? No. I get a great happiness out of helping people...
- realize that religion doesn't have to be this:
Taking all the fun out of everything.
- It can be bright.
Bring you closer to happiness. Do you go to church, Ted ?
- Well-- - Or would you rather I change the subject ?
If I could just express musically what I have in my mind,
it would be much more eloquent.
- It would sound simpler, and you'd remember it.
Sometimes the spoken word can be pretty dull.
You mean, sing your sermons, Father ?
Yeah, sort of.
Have you ever had anything published ? - No, no.
Will you play us one of your unpublished ones ?
" This road leads "
" To Rainbowville "
" Going my way "
" Up ahead "
" Is Bluebird Hill "
" Going my way "
" Just pack a basket "
" Full of wishes "
" And off you start "
" With Sunday morning "
" In your heart "
" Round the bend "
" You'll see a sign "
" Dreamer's Highway "
" Happiness "
" Is down the line "
" Going my way "
" The smiles you gather "
" Will look well "
" On you "
" Oh, I hope you're "
" Going my way "
" Too "
Well, I think I'll leave you on that.
Good-bye, Carol. Good-bye, Ted.
Bye, Father.
Nice thought.
"Going My Way."
Isn't it ?
He's quite a fellow.
Good morning, Father.
- Good morning. - I'd like to present Miss Genevieve Linden.
- Jenny, this is Father Fitzgibbon. - Good morning, Father.
- How do you do ? Huh ? - She's a singer.
Oh. Lookin' for work ?
Oh, no, no, Father. She sings at the Metropolitan Opera House.
Well, now, it's a great privilege to meet you, Miss Linden.
- You've come quite a ways in the world. - Well, I, I--
- Traveled extensively ? - Yes, quite a bit.
- Ah, and where's your home ? - Well, I just bought a home in Long Island.
- Well ! A nice home ? - Very lovely.
In that case, you'd be interested in a crazy quilt. We're rafflin' it off.
Again ? Tsk, tsk, tsk.
- We're tryin' to raise a little money, Father O'Dowd. - I see.
- How many ? - I'll take them all. How much are they ?
Uh... 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,
and we can raffle it off over there all over again.
- I'd hate to see that crazy quilt leavin' the parish.
- Where's the Pied Piper and his merry little men ? - Down in the basement.
- Thank you, Father. Come, Jenny. - Good-bye, Father.
- Good-bye. Thank you. - Congratulations on selling all your tickets.
" Doo-doo dah-dah doo-doo dah-dah "
" Doooo, da-da da-da "
- Like some more ? You're our first audience. - Mm-hmm.
- Ready, boys ? - " Bum bu-bu-bum Bum bum bum bum bum bum "
- Oh.
- That's the best. - Of course, we have our more serious side.
Would you like to hear the boys sing something nice, something with more beauty ?
Yes, very much.
" Ave Maria "
" Gratia plena "
" Maria, gratia plena "
" Ave, ave Dominus "
" Dominus tecum "
" Benedicta tu in mulieribus "
" Et benedictus "
" Et benedictus fructus ventris "
" Ventris tui, Jesus "
" Ave Maria "
" Amen "
- Very well done, boys. That's all. - Thank you so much.
See you all tomorrow, huh ?
Oh, they're angels.
They've got something you lose when you get older.
- What's the matter, Timmy ? - Nothing, nothing.
That was beautiful, Chuck. Beautiful.
Of course, we don't get Miss Genevieve Linden of the Metropolitan every day.
- Nor Deems O'Dowd either. - Oh, now wait a minute, wait a minute.
I'm glad to see you've kept up your interest in music, Father.
Are you writing anything anymore ?
Oh, yes. I have a little song here now...
that Timmy's going to take to a publisher, a very good friend of his.
And if he likes it, that might be the answer to all our troubles.
I have bad news for you. 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 ?
- Oh, 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.
"lt 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. - Interesting.
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:
- What's the matter with that ? - Oh, not from me.
Can you imagine "Beat Me Eight To The Bar" by Daddy O'Malley ?
Oh, no.
- I like this. - She's buying schmaltz.
"Going My Way."
- Will you autograph it for me ? - All right.
Thank you.
Well, I have to go now. Father Tim, can I drop you off ?
You can, thank you.
There you are.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
- Good-bye. - Good-bye.
- My pen, Father. - Oh. Oh, yes.
- Good day. - Good day.
- Oh. - Yes ?
Uh-huh.
Mm-hmm.
Uh-huh !
- Mm-hmm. - Well, who are you ?
I want to have a talk with you. That's who I am.
Oh ! You must be his father.
- How old are you ? - I'm 18.
Oh. Well, that's good.
- Well ! - Oh, Ted !
Be right with you, darling.
What ?
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, Dad. When you were my age, I didn't follow you around.
Everything I say kills her.
It kills me too. Do you realize this is one of my apartments ?
Oh, yes. I had it redecorated.
- And that's one of my robes. - Yes, I had it altered.
Oh, 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. - Oh, I know that.
Maybe we know something that you don't know. We're married.
Married ?
- Oh, I'll have that annulled. - Uh-uh.
You can only get them annulled when they aren't right in the first place. Ours was right.
We said something about, "'Til death do us part." Remember ?
- Where were you married ? - St. Dominic's, Father O'Malley.
O'Malley ! A secret marriage, eh ?
Well, he's put his foot in it this time.
It wasn't a secret marriage. It was in all the papers.
- I didn't see it. - Well, 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 ?
Oh, that's all right. I'll support him.
Sure, she's working.
You-- You'd live off your wife ?
Well, 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 ?
Uh-uh.
- No shame ? - Nope.
You've certainly slipped, my boy. You've lost everything.
I don't think so, Dad. I think I've found something.
Mm-hmm.
Ohhh.
Well, darling, I guess I'd better get dressed.
I-- I think I'm a failure as a father.
I don't think so.
Darling, where's my hat ?
Oh. I'll get it.
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.
Good-bye, Dad.
That plane you gave me did the trick.
When they found out about my 600 hours in the air,
they said, "Okay, Bud, we want you," and, well--
Be nice to her, Dad. She'll grow on ya.
- Good-bye, boy.
W-Well...
he's gone, Dad.
Look, Max. Uh, Max.
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, Father. Our catalog is full.
Oh, now, now, 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 ya.
Good-bye, 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.
He's grabbed off the Metropolitan Opera House with the full orchestra,
conducted by this fellow, uh, Tomaso, uh,
whatever his name is, the star, Genevieve Linden,
and a choir of 30 voices.
All this fuss to put over a song written by a pal of his.
And they're waiting right now for us at the Met.
- At the Metropolitan ? - Can you imagine such a thing ?
" This road leads to Rainbowville "
" Going my way "
" Up ahead is Bluebird Hill "
" Going my way "
" Just pack a basket full of wishes "
" And off you'll start "
" With Sunday morning "
" In your heart "
" Round the bend you'll see a sign "
" Dreamers' Highway "
" Happiness is down the line "
" Going my way "
" The smiles you'll gather will look well "
" On you "
" You, you, you, you, you, you "
" Oh, I hope "
" You're going my way "
" Too "
" Round the bend you'll see a sign "
" Dreamers' Highway "
- " Happiness is down the line " - " Ah-aaah-ah, mm-mm-mm-mmm "
" Going my way "
" The smiles you gather will look well "
" On you "
" You, you, you, you "
" Oh, I hope "
" You're going my way "
" Too "
Well, that's very good. Wonderful.
- You sang it great, Miss Linden. - Thank you.
That's a pretty good song you got there, Father.
- Thank you. I guess you oughta know. - You bet he does.
They say he's the sharpest little man in town.
Well, now, I'm embarrassed.
You mean to talk business ? The money ?
Oh, ho, ho, ho. Don't let that embarrass ya.
We love it.
Well, what I wanted to say is that, although it's great,
it's just as I told you, Father.
It's too good for us. It's way over our head.
You see, it's not just the type song that a guy would--
Pardon me, Father-- That a gentleman...
would croon to his babe, if ya know what I mean.
It doesn't say enough. It hasn't got that, uh--
Well, it's just not for me. I think you oughta try it out...
on someone who publishes higher class stuff.
Thanks. Well, I guess we'd better get back to the office.
Uh, you know, Father, I could be wrong.
I hope I am. Good-bye.
- Oh, I'm sorry. - Well, we tried.
You sang it beautifully, Jenny. Boys, you did fine.
- Not a single mistake. - Thank you, Father.
If that isn't good, I'll go into the real estate business.
I was going to ask you and the boys to sing more,
but maybe you don't feel like it now.
They sing divinely, and they look like Botticelli's angels.
Maybe a little something, huh ?
- What do you think they'd like to hear, boys ? - "The Mule."
- Hmm ? "The Mule" ? - "The Mule."
- Yeah ! - Is that all right with you ?
" Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo "
" Ooo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo "
" Oh, would you like to swing on a star "
" Carry moonbeams home in a jar "
" And be better off than you are "
" Doo, doo, doo "
" Or would you rather be a mule "
" A mule is an animal with long funny ears "
" He kicks up at anything he hears "
" His back is brawny and his brain is weak "
" He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak "
" And by the way if you hate to go to school "
" Doo, doo, doo, doo "
" You may grow up to be a mule "
" Oh, would you like to swing on a star "
" Carry moonbeams home in a jar "
" And be better off than you are, mmm "
" Or would you rather be a pig "
" A pig is an animal with dirt on his face "
" His shoes are a terrible disgrace "
" He has no manners when he eats his food "
" And he's fat and lazy and extremely rude "
- " But if you don't care a feather or a fig " - " Doo, doo, doo, doo "
" You may grow up to be a pig "
" Oh, would you like to swing on a star "
" Carry moonbeams home in a jar "
" And be better off than you are, mmm "
" Or would you rather be a fish "
" A fish won't do anything but swim in a brook "
" He can't write his name or read a book "
" To fool the people is his only thought "
" Yeah, but even though he's slippery he still gets caught "
- " But then if that sort of life is what you wish " - " Doo, doo, doo, doo "
" You may grow up to be a fish "
" And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo "
" Every day you meet quite a few "
" So you see it's all up to you "
" Ooo, ooo, ooo ooo, ooo, ooo "
" You can be better than you are "
" Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo "
" You could be swingin' on a star "
" Ooo, ooo ooo, ooo, ooo "
" Doo-doo doo-doo-doo "
Is that your song, Father ?
- Yes. - Well, we'll take a flier on that.
Did ya hear that, Timmy ?
Max !
You're a grand lad !
I knew your name wasn't Dolan for nothin'.
Look, fellas, if you'll come to St. Dominic's...
- tomorrow morning at 10:30-- - Church ?
Oh, now, Max. A day in church isn't gonna hurt ya that much.
Be there, and bring the cash with ya.
Father O'Malley will tell ya how he wants it paid.
An old man, very dear friend of Father O'Malley's...
is involved in this, Father Fitzgibbon.
It would make Father O'Malley very happy...
if you fellas would just kinda do this his way.
- Church. - Church.
As you know, I've been here...
for 45 years.
Uh, 46 in October.
And during that time,
I've always asked you to be generous, which you have.
And now I have to ask you again.
You all know how I feel about St. Dominic's.
Well, we're in dire financial stress.
So give, give what you can.
And I know-- I know that whatever you give,
whether it's large or small,
the good Lord will bless you for it.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost. Amen.
" Ave, Ave "
" Verum Corpus "
" Natum de "
" Maria Virgine "
" Vere passum "
" Immolatum "
" In cruce "
" Pro homine "
" Cujus latus "
" Perforatum "
Gratifying. Very gratifying.
Hee ! And the Bishop thought I couldn't preach.
Thought I had a mouthful of clover. I wish he'd been here.
Father, now that you're practically wallowing in wealth,
do you suppose I could have a half a dollar ?
- What for ? What for ? - Well, Father O'Dowd and I...
thought, with your permission, we'd play a little golf tomorrow.
I need a new golf ball.
If I lose it, I'll swear off. I'll quit.
Take 50 cents. No, no, no, no.
Take it out of the ladies' sodality.
They never keep any books.
You suppose I could buy Father O'Dowd one too ?
- Must we ? - I can get two nice repaints for 50 cents.
Give him 50 cents.
You oughta come along with us, Father. You don't have to play.
- Just go around. - Me ? Ahhh, no.
- The fresh air will do you good. - You can be our kibitzer.
- Your what ? - Kibitzer.
- What, what's a kibitzer ? - A sort of over-the-shoulder quarterback.
- Will you come ? - Well, now, a little fresh air might do me.
- We'll get a ball for you too. - Of course.
Plenty mushrooms around here.
Well, where did that go ?
Right there.
Now, let me understand.
If you get the ball in the hole...
- in less hits than Father O'Dowd-- - I win.
Yes. So you've got to count the number of blows ?
That's right, Father. Step aside. He's gonna play now. Careful.
How many did you have ? Three, huh ?
How many ?
Well, that's remarkable. Remarkable.
- Can you do that every time ? - I've been known to miss, Father.
You know, a strong crosswind or something.
- Here, gimme a holt of that. - You wanna try it ?
Yeah.
Wait, I'll throw a ball in there for ya. There ya are.
Keep your head down now, Father. Watch your language.
Father, you holed out !
Well, not bad for a beginner, huh ?
- Begin-- Oh, you've played before ! - Oh, no, believe me.
That's the first time I ever had a-- had a caddy in me hand.
Well, you better play and I'll watch then, huh ?
" Da-da dee-dee-dee da-doe-doe-doe "
" Doe, doe "
Well, I guess I better be going.
Let that be a lesson to you, Father.
Don't trust anyone.
1570 01:51:59,609 --> 01:52:01,668 Ah.
What an extraordinary person.
Isn't he ?
Well, I'll-- I'll sleep well tonight, anyway.
Think it must be that golf.
Shades of me childhood. You know, I, I feel ten years younger.
- You know, I was thinking, Father.
Now that everything is going so right,
before something goes wrong, you oughta take a little time off.
To do what, for instance ?
Well, like, for instance, take a trip home and see your mother.
The interest is all paid up-to-date,
and unless something goes wrong, I have plans...
that'll take care of the next payment.
You really think it would be all right ?
I mean that you'll take--
Father Fitzgibbon ! Chuck ! The church is afire !
Don't worry, Father. We'll build again.
- Can I help you, Father ? - No, no, it's all right.
I-I can manage.
It's, it's for the birds.
Oh.
They're used to coming here.
- I don't want them to go away. - No.
Oh, you see, Father ? They're not leaving. Nobody's leaving ya.
And when your church is rebuilt, they'll all be back.
- Everyone will be back. - In the meantime,
you can send your congregation over to my parish.
I'll split the collection with ya, fifty-fifty.
Take it, Father.
Now what makes you all so hopeful that the church will ever be rebuilt ?
- Here, you're supposed to take this. - Nah, no, I can't.
- Come on, please, Father. Take it. - No.
If you'll take it, I'll take some too.
- There, now that wasn't so bad. - Oooh !
Don't you try it !
Doctors ! Medicine ! Huh !
What I need is to be up and about.
Being up and about is what's got ya down.
Trampin' all over the parish tryin' to raise funds ! How much did you collect ?
There's no need for you to rub it in.
Thirty-five dollars and 85 cents.
- Yeah. - How much is the doctor's bill ?
Forty.
Says here to take two. We wanna get our money's worth. Here.
Listen. There's nothin' in that bottle that's going to do me any good.
Oh, Father. Now you're not gonna lose hope, are ya ?
Hope ?
You know, Chuck, when you're young, it's easy...
to keep the fires of hope burning bright.
But at my age, you're lucky if the pilot light doesn't go out.
I know, Father, 45 years of your efforts in ashes.
Here, take this.
That'll keep the pilot light burning.
Yes, it ought to. Tastes like it had kerosene in it.
Well, did you make your parish calls ?
Oh, yes. Mrs. McGonigle's rheumatism is kicking up again.
I told her to bury a potato out in the backyard.
- That's for warts. - That's what she said.
And I heard Mrs. Quimp's new gossip.
- Oh. What else ? - And then I went...
to see Carol and Mr. Haines.
Oh, did they hear from young Ted ?
Oh, young Ted has been wounded in Africa.
- Oh, too bad. - They're shipping him home.
Fine, upstanding young fella.
- Maybe they'll decorate him. - No, I doubt it.
Some friend of his ran over him in a jeep.
But I've got some good news.
I have a letter from Miss Linden.
Miss Linden. Well, now, that's very nice. And where is she ?
She's in St. Louis.
And here it comes, Father. I gave you that medicine to quiet your nerves.
Tony and the boys are with her. They're on a concert tour.
- They're on a what ? - Now I had their parents' consent,
- and they'll be back in time for school. - But you--
Besides, travel's a great education.
If they make enough money, it's gonna build you a new church.
- Yeah. - Not much of a one, maybe, but something to go on with.
Miss Linden sent you a check... with her love.
Oh.
Thirty-five hundred dollars !
How's the pilot light burning now ?
It's burning brighter, Chuck.
It's a long road back, but we've started, huh ?
You know, I've a feelin' that St. Dominic's may rise again.
Sure it'll rise again.
You know, I think I'll get up meself.
No. Now you better stay there and get some rest.
- I feel better. - No, but you don't feel near that good.
- Now, now, now, now. Here now, boys.
Go on home. Go on away with ya now.
Your dinner's ready. Go on, go on home.
- Bye, Father. - Good-bye, Father.
- Bye. Bye. - Good-bye, Father. - Bye, Father.
- Good night, boys.
- Good-bye. Good-bye. - Good-bye, Father.
- Good night.
Fine girl, Miss Linden. And very thoughtful, very generous.
Let's close this up. Keep the sawdust out, hmm ?
That will lend beauty to the dedication.
And at Christmas, you and the choir will be able to--
Father, I won't be here at Christmas.
- Huh ? - Well, I was with the Bishop this afternoon,
and he's transferring me to another parish.
Oh, you're leavin' me.
Well, now, it never occurred to me that someday you might.
But, me boy, what am I goin' to do without you ?
- You didn't ask to ? - Oh, no. No, Father.
As a matter of fact, I asked to stay with you,
but the Bishop asked me to help him out, and I--
Well... St. Dominic's. What's going to happen ?
Well, you'll be all right, Father.
I wish you could've heard some of the things the Bishop said about you.
Says you're looking ten years younger.
He has all the confidence in the world in you.
Don't worry. You'll have a new assistant.
I want to wish you all the success in the world,
which I know you'll have.
Is it a parish of your own ?
Well, no, not, not exactly, Father.
You see this, uh, this church,
St. Charles, it's, uh--
Well, the Pastor's getting along in years...
- and things aren't-- - You mean they're in trouble.
Yes. And I'm supposed to go in there and...
- try and help-- - You mean without, uh, the old fella knowin'.
Uh-huh.
Well, now, that's a difficult assignment.
But it'll work out.
You may have trouble with the old man at first.
He may be runnin' off to the Bishop every few minutes,
but don't let that bother you.
You'll bring him around to your way of thinkin'.
- Well, there's dinner.
You know how to manage these old fussbudgets.
Take him out on the golf course.
- Get him out in the fresh air. - You bet.
We'll get along. Just, just so he,
- so he, uh-- - Knows enough to come in out of the rain.
That's it ! That's it, Father. That's it exactly.
- Come in, Tony.
Hi, Father. So you're really leavin' us, huh ?
Yes, I've got my orders, Tony.
I guess when the Bishop says you gotta go, you gotta go.
- That's right, Tony. - Sometimes I think I don't like bishops.
Well, Tony, bishops are like umpires.
You have to have them to call the close decisions.
- Oh, really ? - I got a little Christmas present here for you.
I want you to take my place with the choir.
From now on, you're in charge.
Oh, that's swell of ya, Father. It's a great present.
- I always had my eye on it. - I thought you did.
- When you gonna give Father Fitzgibbon his surprise ? - Shh.
Not so loud. Later on in the church.
- Those boys haven't told anybody ? - Not a word, Father.
And if they did, I'd kick the--
I mean, I'd be disappointed in 'em.
I guess I'll get goin'. I know there's a lot...
you wanted to tell me about takin' your place with the gang,
but I'll make it easy for ya:
I'll be everything you want me to be.
If ya don't, I'm gonna drop you like you was a hot potato.
- It's a deal. Good luck to you. - Good luck to you.
So long.
- Well, it's pretty near Christmas.
I'm sure that the way to say what I'd like to say...
will occur to me after you've gone.
We're separated by many years, Father O'Malley,
which could be the reason why we haven't seen eye-to-eye...
in many instances.
But though we've had many differences,
we never differed in fundamentals.
- It was only in method. - But, uh, never in our hearts.
- Good stuff, huh ? - Oh, yes.
- Good-bye, Ted. - Good-bye, Father.
Bye, Carol. Right man did come along, see ?
Yes, but not past our house.
Oh. Stubborn, huh ?
- Good-bye, Mr. Haines. - Father.
- Uh-- - Hmm ?
Pardon me, Mr. Haines.
I've just left the Bishop. He told me to report to Father Fitzgibbon.
- I'm taking your place. I'm the new curate ! - What ?
- No. - Come on, come on.
You've little time. They're waiting at the church to say good-bye.
All right, Father. I've been doin' you a lot of good here.
You're gonna have a new church after the war.
Yes, but we didn't raise enough money.
Mr. Haines is gonna give us a mortgage to take care the difference.
That's right, Father. He convinced me I have a heart.
After all, it wouldn't be a church without a mortgage.
- That's right. That's right. - He's a wonder.
I don't know what I'm going to do without him.
I don't know who the Bishop is going to send in his place,
- but whoever he is-- - Uh, uh, Father.
Right behind you. Father O'Dowd.
No.
Congratulations to you, Father.
Ah, no. The Bishop wouldn't do that to me again.
- Yes, he's done it.
Mr. Haines. Nice of you to give that mortgage to the church.
- Oh, not at all. - Can't tell you how much we appreciate it.
As you know,
we're all going to miss Father O'Malley.
He was a fine man.
This is Father O'Malley, the man who sent for you.
How do you do, Mrs. Fitzgibbon ?
I've heard so much about you. Now it's good to see you.
I think you'll agree with me...
that we're all a little better for havin' known him.
He was always thinking of others.
And that, you know, can make life very beautiful.
- Believe me, it's what we do for others that--
" Too-ra-loo-ra loo-ral "
" Too-ra-loo-ra-li "
" Too-ra-loo-ra loo-ral "
" Hush now, don't you cry "
" Too-ra-loo-ra loo-ral "
" Too-ra-loo-ra-li "
" Too-ra-loo-ra loo-ral "
" That's an Irish lullaby "
" Too-ra-loo-ra loo-ral "
" Too-ra-loo-ra-li "
" Too-ra-loo-ra loo-ral "
" Hush now, don't you cry "
" Too-ra-loo-ra loo-ral "
" Too-ra-loo-ra-li "
" Too-ra-loo-ra loo-ral "
" That's an Irish lullaby "