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Season 3 Episode 12

Amongst Friends

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Aired Unknown May 04, 1998 on BBC
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Peter says a final goodbye to Assumpta and takes off on a long walk. Ambrose eventually finds him at the statue of the Blessed Virgin where he and Assumpta once met and talked. Ambrose is angry that Peter seems to think that he is the only one who is grieving. He went to school with her, and every person in BallyK had something to do with her upbringing. He takes Peter home where Father Mac, who wants to know whether Peter will be staying with the Church, confronts him. It's not something Peter wants to think about. A journalist is trying to dig up some dirt about Assumpta, but is blocked at every turn by her friends. Peter organises a wake on the hillside, and the next day he conducts Kieran's christening. Afterwards, he leaves the town without saying goodbye to anyone but Brendan. He takes one look back at the village and leaves in much the same way that he arrived.moreless

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    Gary Whelan

    Gary Whelan

    Brendan Kearney

    Dervla Kirwan

    Dervla Kirwan

    Assumpta Fitzgerald (seasons 1-4)

    Stephen Tompkinson

    Stephen Tompkinson

    Fr. Peter Clifford (seasons 1-4)

    Tony Doyle

    Tony Doyle

    Brian Quigley (seasons 1-5)

    Peter Caffrey

    Peter Caffrey

    Padraig O'Kelly #1 (seasons 1-4)

    Birdy Sweeney

    Birdy Sweeney

    Eamonn Byrne (seasons 1-5)

    Darren Chan

    Darren Chan

    Shamie

    Guest Star

    Ingrid Craigie

    Ingrid Craigie

    Carmel Power

    Guest Star

    Martin Maguire

    Martin Maguire

    Mortuary Assistant

    Guest Star

    James Nesbitt

    James Nesbitt

    Leo McGarvey

    Recurring Role

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      • (Brendan catches Father Peter trying to leave BallyK)
        Brendan: Hate to think you'd leave without saying goodbye. Do you know where you're going?
        Father Peter: Kinda.
        Brendan: Good. That's the main thing. Will you be back?
        Father Peter: Never say never.
        (The scene changes to Brendan & Father Peter walking down a road; Father Peter has a pack on his back)
        Father Peter: What will you say?
        Brendan: I don't know. What do you want me to say?
        Father Peter: A man's gotta do…
        Brendan: Sounds a bit final.
        Father PeterAnd this isn't?
        Brendan: It's whatever you want it to be.
        (They both look back toward BallyK)
        Brendan: I have a baby's head to wet.
        (Brendan walks away, back down to BallyK)
        (Father Peter takes one last look down at BallyK)

      • (Brendan catches Father Peter trying to leave BallyK)
        Brendan: Hate to think you'd leave without saying goodbye. Do you know where you're going?
        Father Peter: Kinda.
        Brendan: Good. That's the main thing. Will you be back?
        Father Peter: Never say never.
        (The scene changes to Brendan & Father Peter walking down a road; Father Peter has a pack on his back)
        Father Peter: What will you say?
        Brendan: I don't know. What do you want me to say?
        Father Peter: A man's gotta do…
        Brendan: Sounds a bit final.
        Father PeterAnd this isn't?
        Brendan: It's whatever you want it to be.
        (They both look back toward BallyK)
        Brendan: I have a baby's head to wet.
        (Brendan walks away, back down to BallyK)
        (Father Peter takes one last look down at BallyK)

      • (The reporter walks into the bar; Leo is sitting at the bar with a bottle on his swollen face)
        Reporter: Unbelievable. It's open.
        Leo: Up to a point. Do you want a drink?
        Reporter: Whiskey. Are you in charge?
        Leo: Carmel…It is Carmel isn't it? Just because this is the back of beyond…people know when someone's trying to stitch them up.
        Reporter: Excuse me?
        Leo: Drink up, your car's ready. Go home. You don't belong here. Neither do I.

      • Brian: Well, what can I say? Eat, drink, and be merry.
        Father Mac: And yesterday she died.
        Brian: Not you as well?
        Father Mac: What did you expect? A hooley?
        Brian: Look, people have to eat.
        Father Mac: People have to be hungry.
        (Liam & Donal look at each other)

      • (Father Mac walks up to Brian's new restaurant)
        Father Mac: Ah, Brian. (looking around) Can you fit me in?
        Brian: At last, a paying customer.
        (Father Mac shakes his finger)
        Father Mac: Uh uh.
        Brian: Oh, I was forgetting. Pull up a chair. Would you like something to drink? Liam.
        Father Mac: Have you got a white Mac on?
        Liam: No, it's just something Mr. Quigley gave is to wear.
        Father Mac: Ah. If only the wine were as old as the jokes. Never mind. This'll do fine.

      • (Many of the residents of BallyK are sitting on a hillside)
        (Brian walks up with Liam & Donal)
        Brian: Hope you like Chinese?
        Padraig: A little left over was there Brian?
        Brian: Niamh. (handing over Kieran)
        Padraig: Come on lads, help yourself to a drink.
        Brendan: Glad you could make it, Brian. How was the opening?
        Brian: Discreet.
        Siobhan: Kept the chef busy anyway.
        Eamon: Why didn't you bring him?
        Liam: He went for a burger.
        (everybody laughs)
        Ambrose: Brian, what have you been feeding my child?
        Liam: Wanton noodles. He loves them
        Siobhan: What's wrong with you? (looking across at Donal)
        Donal: Chinese food at a wake?
        Father Peter: Works well in China.
        (everybody laughs)
        Donal: How can you have a wake without a body?
        Brendan: Tragedy brings out the best in you, doesn't it Donal?
        Niamh: Do you think she can see us?
        Siobhan: I'm sure she can.
        Niamh: What would she say?
        Padraig: Have you's no homes to go to?
        Brian: She probably telling God he doesn't exist.
        Liam: And he's telling her there's no Brian Quigley.
        Brendan: Whoops!
        (everybody laughs)
        Padraig: She had a tongue on her alright.
        Siobhan: Do you remember that fella who had his eye on her…your man, Enda.
        Liam: Enda, yeah.
        Siobhan: I'll never forget. I was sitting at the bar…
        Brendan: When are you not?
        (everybody laughs)
        Siobhan: That's good, coming from you.
        Padraig: Don't mind him Siobhan. Go on.
        Siobhan: And he just kinda stood there, and he drew himself up like a cock, and says he, 'je suis un rockstar', and she flipped the bar towel over her shoulder, and she turned around, and said she, 'Enda, if you're a rockstar, one of my most cherished illusions has been shattered.
        (everybody laughs)
        (Brendan begins to recite a poem)
        Brendan: Had I the Heaven's embroidered cloths, enwrought with golden and silver light, the blue and the dim and the dark cloths, of night and light and the half-light, I'd spread the cloths under your feet, for I being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread the dreams under your feet. Tread lightly, for you tread on my dreams.
        Padraig: I have one.
        Siobhan: Uh oh.
        Doc Michael: Speak up, Padraig.
        Padraig: I will. Here lies thank Heaven a woman who, quarrelled and stormed her life through, tread lightly o'er her sleeping form, for fear you'll wake another storm.
        (everybody laughs)
        (Brian coughs to get people's attention)
        Niamh: Go ahead dad.
        Brian: Reader, pass on. Don't waste your time on bad biography or bitter rhyme. For what I am, this cumbrous clay ensures, and what I was is no affair of yours.
        (scenes moves ahead in time a little bit)
        Siobhan: (singing) O'er for the sound of a voice, that is sorely missed, Fr someone speedily returning. O'er a roon a roon, Won't you come back soon, To the one that will always love you?
        Brendan: Ah. Great stuff. Great stuff.
        (everybody claps)
        Padraig: Will you sing like that for me?
        Siobhan: Don't be in such a hurry.
        (Father Peter passed Kieran to Niamh)
        Father Peter: Hm. Hm.
        Niamh: He likes you.
        Father Peter: He's a funny way of showing it.(wiping his hands on his pants)
        (Niamh hands Kieran to Ambrose)
        Niamh: Here.
        Ambrose: What?
        Niamh: (Niamh makes a face) Wanton noodles I think.
        (everybody laughs)
        Padraig: Go on, change him Ambrose.
        Ambrose: I'll send him back.
        Niamh: I'll send you back.
        (laughter)
        Padraig: Good idea. We're running short of beer.
        Doctor Michael: Peter.
        Father Peter: Yeah.
        (Doctor Michael gestures with his hand)
        Father Peter: You want me to sing something?
        Doctor Michael: Sing, say, anything, it doesn't matter.
        Donal: Another lament.
        Doctor Michael: No Donal. Something cheerful. Something uplifting. Go on Peter.

        Father Peter: Never been to a wake before.
        Liam: How about when Middleborough lost the cup?
        (laughter)
        Father Peter: (smiling) Apart from that. Um…I don't really know what to say. Assumpta was…I think you all know what Assumpta was. I think you know what she meant to me, as well. But that's not for now, not for her. What is for here, I mean, the words don't mater. It's what we do, and how we look after one another. That' all I've got to say.
        Padraig: Your glass is nearly empty. (to Father Peter)
        Father Peter: That's what I mean.
        (Brian fills Father Peter's cup and they all drink)

      • (Father Peter pulls the car over)
        Father Peter: Give me your word that you'll stay in the car.
        Niamh: What?
        Father Peter: It's important, Niamh. Give me your word. Please.
        Niamh: It's Leo.
        (Leo knocks on the car window)
        (Father Peter gets out of the car)
        Father Peter: Let's just get it done, Leo.

        Leo: Fine by me.
        (Leo slaps Father Peter twice across the face)
        Leo: In case you're wondering, turning the cheek's fine by me. I can do this all evening.
        Father Peter: I haven't got all evening.
        Leo: Is this where you took her, to be alone. Well? What did you do, slip behind the Blessed Virgin?

        Father Peter: Oh!
        (Father Peter & Leo punch each other, then Father Peter throws Leo to the ground)
        (Niamh comes running from the car)
        Niamh: No! That's enough! Stop it! Are you going to give him his penance now?
        Father Peter: Don't start.
        Niamh: Come on, Leo, wake up. It's me, Niamh.
        Leo: I know who you are, Niamh. Oh. Did he do that? You couldn't do that, not on your own.(looking at Father Peter)
        Father Peter: You were out of order Leo.
        Leo: What's she doing here?
        Father Peter: Niamh, go back to Kieran.
        (Niamh goes back to the car)
        Father Peter: I didn't bring Assumpta here, Leo. I did meet her here, once, by accident, but not what you meant. She told me that that was the most famous statue in Ireland. No matter how long you stared at it, or how much drink you've taken, it will not move, not one millimetre.
        Leo: I wouldn't be so sure.(with a dazed look on his face)
        Father Peter: I think I've got some aspirin in the car.
        Leo: Forget it. I have to ask you something, Father. I'd appreciate it if you gave me an honest answer.
        Father Peter: I'll try.
        Leo: Did you love her?
        Father Pete: Yes
        Leo: Did she love you?
        Father Peter: Is that what she told you?
        Leo: You're doing what Niamh did. Come on.
        Father Peter: I believe she did, when she died…but Leo, we never…
        Leo: And when she marred me?
        Father Peter: It's the best I can do, she never said.
        (Leo & Father Peter turn to look towards the statue)
        Leo: It was always you, wasn't it Father, huh?
        (Father Peter puts a hand on Leo's chest & looks sad)
        Father Peter: I am sorry.
        Leo: You should be.
        (Leo & Father Peter walk back to their cars, Leo drives away)
        Niamh: Is he alright to drive?
        Father Peter: He'll be fine.
        Niamh: She never really gave him a chance, did she? So, where to now? Madison Square Garden?
        (Father Peter smiles a little)
        Father Pete: Niamh, do you understand? I'm not sure how much of the whole rigmarole I believe anymore.
        Niamh: What, Catholicise?
        (Father Peter shrugs his shoulders)
        Niamh: Why should you be any different? I'd prefer a priest who believed in the creator of all things, but I don't want to be picky. You'll get there, Father, wherever you're going, but until you do…
        Father Peter: Niamh.
        Niamh: Until you do, I think most people would prefer if you fought your demons among your friends. Now take me home.
        Father Peter: What are you doing late?
        Niamh: Are you asking me out?

      • Brendan: Well, I'd say 25 is very young…it is to me. Philip?
        Philip: Was it God's anger because she didn't believe in him?
        Boy: Yeah, is she in Hell because she didn't go to mass?
        (Kevin jumps out of his chairs and starts a fight with the boy)
        Brendan: Kevin! Kevin! Kevin, what are you doing?
        Kevin: She's not in Hell Sir. Tell him she's not!
        Brendan: No indeed she is not, and you little man should not be saying such things!
        (Kevin storms out of the classroom

      • Reporter: Somebody die around here. Apart from my car, I mean.
        (Padraig looks up with a sad face)
        Reporter: Oh God, somebody did die, didn't they?
        (Padraig nods)
        Reporter: I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Who?
        Padraig: Publican.
        Reporter: Were you close?
        (Padraig nods)
        Padraig : Uh ha.
        Reporter : How old was he?
        Padraig : She. It's your alternator.
        Reporter : Can you fix it?
        Padraig : I need a new one?
        Reporter : Can you do it?
        Padraig : Have to get the parts from Cilldargen.
        Reporter : How long will that take?
        (Padraig shrugs)
        Reporter: Whatever you can do. And I'm really sorry about your friend.

      • Brendan: Want a backy?
        (Father Peter shakes his head)
        Brendan: Car packed up?
        Father Peter: Car's fine.
        Brendan: Where are you going?
        Father Peter : Shouldn't you be at school?
        Brendan : Huh. We're allowed a lunch. Though God knows where you'll get it 'round here.
        Father Peter : What do you want, Brendan?
        Brendan : I was worried about you.
        Father Peter : I know, everybody's worried.
        Brendan : Well, then give something back.
        Father Peter : What?
        Brendan : What do you think you're doing here? As we speak, the people of BallyK are wandering around as if their feet are in treacle. It's an effort to put one foot in front of the other. There's nowhere to go, no reason to go there. And you wouldn't bother, only if you stayed at home the walls'd close in on you. People need…
        Father Peter : Religion?
        Brendan : Comfort.
        Father Peter : Yeah, well, I can't give them comfort! What am I, a shrink? I mean, what do you want me to say to them anyway? Jesus wants her for a sunbeam? I can't bring her back Brendan! I can't even tell them that her life had meaning, because right now, I'm not sure that it did.
        Brendan : You can do better than that.

      • Brian: Does your paper do restaurant reviews?
        Reporter: Are the waitresses topless?
        Brian: Liam and Donal? There'd be a law.

      • Liam: You know that sweet, gentle child you were talking about? Are we talking about the same Assumpta?

      • Father Peter: Father, what possible value has any decision I make now? I would trust my judgment over the time of the next bus, and you want to know what I'm going to do with the rest of my life.
        Father Mac: I want to know what you're doing on Saturday?
        Father Peter: What?
        Father Mac: You have a christening.
        Father Peter: Father, what are you…Father, less than twenty-four hours ago I wouldn't have had a problem with this conversation.
        Father Mac: I know what's happened.
        Father Peter: Because I would have told you that me and Assumpta Fitzgerald were gonna get married.
        Father Mac: She was already married.
        Father Peter: Yeah, and I was a priest.
        Father Mac: Win double.
        Father Peter: I knew you'd understand.
        Father Mac: I'm not a counsellor.
        Father Peter: Good, because I really don't want to debate it.
        Father Mac: I need to know.
        Father Peter: Do whatever you have to do.
        Father Mac: By Saturday.
        (Father Peter walks out)

      • (Leo walks into the hospital)
        Man: Yes, sir, can I help you?
        Leo: My name's Leo McGarvey. The guards asked me to come identify my wife.
        (The man looks down as if at a piece of paper)
        Leo: Assumpta Fitzgerald.
        Man: Oh, yeah, the priest already has.
        (Leo looks at the man without saying anything)
        Man: Father Clifford.
        (Leo walks out of the hospital)

      • Father Mac: There was no need to come into Cilldargen, Father.
        Father Peter: Sanctuary.
        Father Mac: Angry husband?
        Father Peter: Widower.

      • Reporter: But…was there not a sort of bond between them?
        Brian: What sort of bond would that be?
        Reporter: One that transcended their different vocations.
        Brian: What's that n English?
        Reporter: Well, you know, was he…
        Brian: Father Clifford? Ha ha. You must be joking. Ha ha ha. Father Clifford thinks temptation is a song by the Everly Brothers.

      • (Reporter knocks on Father Peter's door)
        Reporter: Father Clifford?
        Father Peter: Yes.
        Reporter: Sorry to bother you Father. My name's Carmel Power. I'm a journalist with the Inquirer.
        Father Peter: The Inquirer? Yes.
        Reporter : Can I come in?
        Father Peter: Well, let's see if I can help you first.
        Reporter : I'm sorry, of course. Can I just say my condolences over Miss Fitzgerald. I didn't know her, but you must be devastated.
        Father Peter: We all are.
        Reporter : You can feel it everywhere.
        Father Peter: Yes.
        Reporter : Father, really, I don't mean to intrude, but what my paper would like to do is a celebration thing on Assumpta's life, you know. The effect a publican can have on a small community?
        Father Peter: And what would you want me for?
        Reporter : I'd like to interview you.
        Father Peter: I don't think so.
        Reporter : Why?
        Father Peter: I don't know. I think I wouldn't come out ahead. You're not exactly the Catholic Herald are you?

        Reporter: I'm not a monster.
        Father Peter: Excuse me.
        (Father Peter closes the door in the reporter's face)

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