I've killed many men.
That's who I am.
That's what I do.
In fact, I was supposed to kill someone tonight.
It is not for you to decide
who lives or dies.
Oh, Father, that's where you're so very wrong.
The Confession 1x05 "Chapter 5"
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You like this, don't you?
What? - The power.
I told you, Father, this has nothing ...
You told me, what you wanted me to believe.
I don't care what you believe.
Of course you do, why else would you be here?
The threats, the control,
making me listen to your stories.
They're not stories.
Oh, I have no doubt,
that you have done all the things you say you have.
But, ... whether or not you enjoyed it has ...
... I'll tell you what I see when I look behind
that gun and that tough exterior,
I see a dear little boy who found his daddy's gun
and brought it to class, one day.
Someone who realized that making people afraid
was a form of attention.
That gun makes you feel powerful, doesn't it?
Forces people to see you.
Tell me, ... were you an only child?
Were you ignored and neglected?
Did you grow up always wanting to belong?
But, never quite fitting in anywhere?
You must have been thrilled the first time
you pulled that trigger.
In that moment you struck back at all the unkind
deeds that were perpetrated against you.
It is no longer enough, is it?
You need to share it.
You need someone to see your power.
You don't want me to try and stop
you doing what you're going to do tonight.
You can't stop.
Won't stop.
Because you think if you do,
... then you'll be nothing, again.
You think you know me?
Am I wrong?
We all want power ...
Am I wrong? - Even you.
No! I don't.
Now, you're telling me what you want ME to believe.
And, I'm telling you the truth.
You're not the only one who says things, Father,
I say things, too.
Like the emptiness in your eyes when you speak of God.
What happened to your faith?
Or, did you ever even have it?
Is this the life you planned,
a second-rate priest in a third rate parish?
Oh, I'm sure the people of your congregation
see you as a man of strength,
but I see the weakness of a man trying to justify life
devoted to a cause he no longer believes in.
But, I know why you stay.
The collar. That collar gives you power.
Without it, you're just another man without a voice.
A lonely man that thinks that breath mints and cologne
will mask the scent of cheap scotch and cigarettes.
So, why don't you tell me, Father,
in your own words, why you stay.
What sins did you commit that drove you to the pulpit
and forced you to kneal before a house you no longer believe in?
Yes, I do have doubts.
And, ...
pride is a sin that I possess.
And, you're right.
Everyone needs to be ...
seen ...
and heard.
But, I try and go about it through love.
All you can offer is hatred.
It's not hatred.
You muder innocent people.
Not if the people I killed were innocent, Father.
Murder ... is murder.
Sometimes murder is justice.
Tell me ...
have you ever known a charitable thing in your life?
Tell me when your compassion
ever outweighed your need to harm.
Compassion wasn't really part of my childhood, Father.
So, it's not your fault?
Is that what you're trying to say?
No, I'm saying that certain things are out of our control.
Sometimes, we do things we never thought we could.
Timmy?
If you are not in bed ...
Sit behind your desk, now.
Now!
What do you want?
I think you already know.
No.
No, I don't.
(Child's voice) Daddy?
Timmy,
I want you to go to your room.
Timmy, go to your room.
Go to your room, Timmy, now!
What are you gonna do?
That depends on you.
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