Assumpta had had little business all day. The heavy rain had kept people home. It was now, when she was alone, the bar closed that she realized how much she missed having someone to share her life. Why did she stay in this tiny town where couples were chosen almost from birth, and there had never been someone for her. Why wasn't there someone for her. Peter. How different things might have been, should be. Her thoughts turned to him so often lately. Yesterday they had been talking, she had looked into his green eyes and lost all track of the conversation. What would it be like to kiss him. Hold him. Luckily they hadn't been alone, she didn't need the whole town to know what she felt. She had already locked the door, she might just as well go up to bed. Not that she would sleep, for months now Peter had been showing up in her dreams. He was getting in to the habit of doing some very unpriestly things. There might not be a ghost of a chance for the waking Peter and Assumpta but the dream ones were doing nicely, thank you. She stepped into the kitchen to turn off the light when she heard a tapping at the door. A customer. Too late, she wasn't in the mood. They'd just have to go home.
The door was locked. Was nothing ever going to go right today. He knocked lightly on the door. Assumpta opened it:
A: Peter, you're soaked, come in.
P: Thanks, I was afraid you were closed.
A: What's happened to you?
P: My car quit on me again.
A: Let me get you a drink and a towel.
A: How long were you out in that rain?
Peter took off his shoes and jacket. After drying off he helped Assumpta push the chairs closer to the fire. For over an hour they sat and talked.
Sitting there watching him, she thought this is how it should be. The two of them by the fire, talking, being that missing part of the other's life. He was exhausted. He closed his eyes. She felt a huge wave of affection for him. Right now he really did look like that young boy she was always on to Niamh about.
Peter had hardly closed his eyes when the dream began. Assumpta was calling his name, her hand on his shoulder, he fought it but his eyes opened. There she was, only inches away. He wanted to reach out for her, but he didn't.
A: Peter, why don't you stay here tonight. Any room you want.
He stood slowly, they exchanged a very charged look, his hand took hers. They stood for several seconds just looking at each other. He pulled her close, kissing her lightly and then with a fierceness that surprised her. She stopped thinking and he stopped fighting his conscience. After a while they went upstairs outside her bedroom door she broke off the kiss.
A: Still time to change your mind
His answer was another kiss, he opened the door and carried her through.
She had made love with other men but this was different. She felt a connection to Peter that would make any other man irrelevant. She was truly in love with Peter.
He kissed her again, he saw a look in her eyes that he had never recognized before. Peter knew that this was where he was meant to be. Home was here in her arms.
Morning Fitzgeralds kitchen, Peter and Assumpta are sitting at the table.
P: You know, you had me from hello.
P: That first day, in the rain, when you stopped for me, I thought you were probably the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.
A: What do we do now Peter, you're still a priest?
P: Fr Mac will be back from his conference on Friday. I'll give him my letter of resignation then.
A: There will be an awful lot of talk.
P: If Niamh could take the pub, we could go away for a while.
A: Are we going to tell anyone about us?
P: Let's wait.
Exterior early morning Assumpta is putting suitcases in van, hugs Niamh.
A: Don't let Kieran forget his auntie Assumpta.
N: What are you going to do with yourself.
A: I'll tell all when I get back.
Assumpta drops the keys into Niamh's hand.
A: Just don't burn it down.
Assumpta looks back at Fitzgerald's then at the town, catches her breath, gets in the van waves and slowly drives away.
Day interior Fr Mac's study.
P: I've made my decision.
FR. Mac: I hate to see a priest of your ability throw his vocation away especially on someone like Assumpta Fitzgerald.
Peter stands leans across his desk
P: I realize that you think I'm making a mistake, but I wont have you saying anything against Assumpta, she's blameless in this.
FR. Mac: Women like Assumpta are never....
Peter reaches out pokes Fr Mac's lapel.
P: Not another word...ever. You have my letter of resignation please forward it to the bishop.
Peter crosses to the door.
P: I love the church Father and you know that I really made every effort to get along with you. But if I ever hear one thing against Assumpta my respect won't stop me from coming back here.
Peter exits. Fr Mac gets very red in the face, gasps for breath and grabs his chest with one hand and fumbles for the pills with the other.
Cut to exterior of Fr Mac's house, Peter slams door and walks out to Assumpta's van, takes a deep breath gets in.
Interior of van.
A: I wont ask.
A: Are you okay.
P: I am now. I thought for a minute I might throttle him.
P: Doesn't matter, he's no longer a thorn I have to bare.
A: Where to?
P: 3 of my former fellow seminarians said they would marry us. All we have to do is decide which one.
They turn look at each other with sudden revelation.
A&P: Tim MacAnally.
Night interior bedroom, dark phone rings, hand fumbles to answer.
N: Is this the number for Assumpta Fitzgerald?
P: Just a moment.
Peter turns on the light hands Assumpta the phone mouths "Its Niamh".
A: Hello Niamh.
N: Assumpta how did you know it was me.
A: Is everybody okay?
N: Were fine but there's a problem with the bar.
N: We had an electrical fire tonight.
A: Was anyone hurt?
N: No but the bar's a mess.
A: Can you have Brian start things for the insurance?
N: Assumpta who answered the phone??
Morning exterior Garda house. Door opens Niamh steps out heads toward Kathleen's shop, sees Assumpta's van parked by Fitzgerald's. Goes in shop, hurries out with small purchase. Goes back into her house, back out, crosses street unlocks door to Fitzgeralds. It didn't look like Assumpta was up yet. Niamh was so glad Assumpta was home she could hardly wait to talk. She walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on. She made two cups of tea and started upstairs. She had her eyes on the cups as she entered and didn't look up until she was fully in the room.
Assumpta had heard the downstairs door. She climbed out of bed, and put on a robe. She had to intercept Niamh before she stumbled across Peter. As she passed the bed Assumpta saw Peter was awake. His hand reached out for hers, he pulled her over for a kiss. It was quite a kiss.
N: Assumpta....Oh my God! Niamh's shouted and the crashing cups broke their kiss. Niamh quickly back peddled out of the room and down the stairs.
A: Niamh, wait, Niamh!!
Niamh had almost reached the door when Assumpta caught her.
A: Niamh, please wait.
N: Assumpta a priest!
Peter comes downstairs pulling on a shirt.
P: Shall I make some more tea. We need to talk.
Cut to interior kitchen Peter making tea.
P: Its good to see you Niamh, how are Ambrose and my namesake.
N: They're fine. Oh my God....
Assumpta goes to stand by Peter, he takes her hand.
P: Assumpta put her mind to rest. Assumpta looks at him and chuckles..
A: I haven't fallen quite as far as you seem to think Niamh, Peter left the church two months ago.
Exterior night Fitzgeralds sign on door "Grand Reopening Tonight" cut to interior totally redecorated, very crowded. Assumpta behind bar, rings bell, raises hand.
A: A bit of hush if you will. First, I am very glad to be home. I've
missed you all. Second, Brian what a wonderful job on the bar. The place
never looked so good. It's nice to have toilets that flush, lights that
don't start fires and the redecorating you did on my private rooms upstairs
is lovely. Third, Niamh you are my best friend, if it wasn't for you I'd
be lost. Now for the most important item. As only a few of you know while
I was away I visited Fr Mac's nephew Fr Tim. He was generous enough to
perform my wedding. Since I couldn't invite you all to the wedding, I thought we could call tonight the reception. Niamh if you'll open the kitchen door Id like to introduce the Groom.
The kitchen door opens and Peter steps out. Everyone brakes into applause and cheers.
P: A round on the house he says.
No one notices for a while, by then it was to late..
Over in the corner Fr Mac had grabbed his chest and slumped over!?!?