Character: Syracuse

- A confession, Father, we're not talking gossip here.
- I'm still the oak tree.
- I thought You-call-it...
- Ash.
Exactly.

- Know the story of the king who was the mystery? Mystery gave him no rest, and he told it to the tree.
Okay... pretend I'm a tree.
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- So what tree are You, Father?
- I suppose I'm an oak.
- Are you more like another tree, whose branches stick out like sticks.
- Ash.

- I was like this for many years, I drank.
- Why did you leave?
- Because of Annie. I went to sea for a week, when I returned, I found her unconscious. Her mother was drunk. I decided that one of us has to be sober.

- Can you hold the wheel. Right. The course to the open sea. Keep it steady... It's NCIS... you can't hold the wheel with your foot.
- I'm not good at?
- No, I didn't say that.

My God, you brought me luck.
- Good luck?
- Haven't had much.
All want to be lucky.
- Yes, but not everyone is lucky.
- Maybe it's your time.

- I pulled her up out of the water.
- In the network?
In my fishing net.
- Of course, you kidding me?
- No, not kidding. Maybe that's what I had, but when I got back to the boat, she was there.
- She spent the night on the boat?
- No.
- No?
So where's the girl spent the night?
- I will not tell You.
And I can't force you?
- No. And You can't tell anyone.
- No, my lips are sealed. But you'll keep me informed, Syracuse?
- Of Course, Father.
- So I'll see you Sunday at mass?
- You know that, Father.
I think so. You come to confession. Because in our run-down town no AA. At least read a couple of times "Ave Maria" on the way home.

- Something else?
- I think so. I stole.
Oh, my God. What did you steal, Syracuse?
- Women's clothes.
Oh, God, God, God... I don't like it, Syracuse. This is a bad thing.
- It's not what You think, Father. I had a reason.
- What?
- I stole, so no one saw me buy it.

- I had a dream, Father. I'm at the funeral, and she was next to me, and I'm terrified.
Maybe you still want to be with her.
- No, I'm terrified of what came back to her.

- My name's Syracuse, and I'm an alcoholic.
- I already told you, Circus, that confession is not alcoholics anonymous.
Well, in our town it is not. I've been sober for 2 years, 7 months and 18 days. This is usually pop, Father.
- Have you seen the movie?
Yes.

- So is she singing?
- Yes, in a strange language he.
- Can selk.
The Selkie?
- The seal talk. Do you know why she sings?
Why?
So communicate underwater. He did not speak, they sing.
- So the lobster I heard her singing.

- Do you go fishing?
Yes. Maybe I might catch another.
- A girl like me?
Yes. Maybe they dump in the sea.

- Once upon a time... there lived a fisherman. He threw his nets into the sea... And one day....
And?
- What?
- What is it?
- What is it?
- Was she a mermaid?
- No, not a mermaid.
So she was a Selkie?
- What's a Selkie?
- Girl-seal. You can hear them singing out on Seal Rock.
- Who told you about this?
Teacher. She came from the sea, shed its seal skin and left to live on land until the sea calls her back.
She didn't have seal skins. She could not remember how he drowned.
And?
And... that's it.
- A good story.

- Once upon a time...
- Why all the time "once upon a time"?
- So begins the tale. It was good times.

- Let me go.
- You want to drown?
- I can't die twice.
Well, once can truly.