Episode transcript - “THE PLOT THICKENS”
ADAM RAYMONDA: Forgive Me! Season 3, Episode 11: The Plot Thickens.
[SFX: Fr. Ben & Fr. Klem walk up the steps of Margaret’s porch.]
FR. BEN: And you’re positive that Margaret is alright with me helping you out? I know it’s been a while since I took over at St. Pat’s, but I’ve never been able to shake the feeling that she still doesn’t like me.
FR. KLEM: Scout’s honor, Benji! When have I ever lied to you?
FR. BEN: (sarcastic) I don’t think you want me to answer that question, truthfully.
[SFX: Fr. Klem chuckles as Fr. Ben rings the doorbell. After a moment, the door swings open.]
MARGARET: (ecstatic) Father Klem! It’s so wonderful to see you this morning.
FR. KLEM: The pleasure’s all mine, Margie.
MARGARET: I can’t thank you enough for offering to do this. You’re such a lifesaver. I’ve learned how to do a lot for myself since Frank passed, but following Akeo directions has never been my forte.
FR. KLEM: (pulsing an electric screwdriver) Say no more! I brought my trusty screwdriver, Sally, so this shouldn’t take more than a jiffy.
[SFX: Fr. Ben coughs exaggeratedly, alerting Margaret to his very apparent presence.]
MARGARET: (annoyed) I hope you’re not sick, dear.
FR. BEN: No, not at all. Just wanted to make sure you knew that I was here too.
MARGARET: Good, because Pat’s been hacking up a lung over at the diner all week, and I’ve been stuck at home eating cereal instead. At our age, you’ve gotta be awfully careful of contaminants in the air.
FR. KLEM: Ain’t that the truth! But don’t worry, darlin’, Benji here’s just got a case of allergies. Trust me. If he was sick, I’d have kicked him to the curb myself!
MARGARET: Oh, Father, you’re terrible!
FR. KLEM: In all honesty, the second I told this one I was coming over here this morning, he just jumped at the chance to join me. I know he’s too coy to let on about his favorite parishioners, but he adores you.
MARGARET: (shrewd) Hmm, he does, does he?
FR. BEN: (through gritted teeth) Oh, Klem, such a kidder! So… shall we?
MARGARET: Heavens, of course, come in, come in!
FR. KLEM: Lead the way, beautiful.
[SFX: Margaret steps aside as both men walk in. In the background, a pot of tea begins to boil. Margaret crosses to the kitchen to turn it off.]
FR. BEN: (looking around, quietly) This place looks exactly how I expected it to.
FR. KLEM: (innocently) Whatever do you mean?
MARGARET: (calling back to them) I just started brewing a cup of tea. Would you like anything, Father?
FR. KLEM: English breakfast for me, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble!
MARGARET: Nonsense. Coming right up.
FR. BEN: Can’t do hot liquids at this time of year, Margaret. But I’d love a glass of ice water, thanks.
MARGARET: (scandalized) What do you think, I’m running a resort here?! The ice machine’s been broken for years now.
FR. BEN: Uhh.. tap’s just fine then.
MARGARET: That’s more like it. The cups inside the dishwasher are clean. Go on and help yourself.
[SFX: Margaret busies herself with pouring two mugs of tea as Ben joins her and fills up a glass of water. Klem follows and sits at the kitchen table.]
MARGARET: Don’t tell me… You take it with a splash of milk and a tablespoon of honey, right Father?
FR. KLEM: That’s my usual! Ahh, you know me so well.
[SFX: Margaret sets the mugs down and takes a seat next to Klem.]
MARGARET: See, there’s nothing wrong with following a nice, predictable routine is there, Father?
FR. BEN: (defensive) I never said there was anything wrong with routine!
FR. KLEM: That’s not what I heard, Benny.
MARGARET: I’m just saying, there’s a good reason your predecessor here has been a part of St. Patrick’s as long as he has, and if you’re striving toward the same goals, you might want to consider lightening up a little. That’s all.
FR. BEN: I’ll keep that in mind… Should we get started, Klem?
FR. KLEM: What’s the rush?! We just got here! Let me sit with my friend and enjoy my tea.
FR. BEN: Of course. I never meant to rush you, but we do have another engagement this afternoon…
MARGARET: You’ll make your appointments on time, I promise.
FR. BEN: Can you at least point me in the direction of your room so I can get my head wrapped around the instructions?
MARGARET: If you’re that impatient, it’s the third door on the left.
FR. BEN: Perfect, thanks so much, Margaret.
[SFX: Ben leaves the room and as soon as he’s out of earshot, Klem begins tittering.]
MARGARET: Oh, he’s so easy, isn’t he?
FR. KLEM: You have no idea. It’s almost impossible not to get under his skin! And that shade of red he turns when he’s frustrated? Like a plum tomato? Priceless.
MARGARET: I have no idea how you keep a straight face…
[SFX: They quiet as Ben’s footsteps reapproach.]
FR. BEN: Hey, Margaret…?
MARGARET: Hay’s for horses, dear.
FR. BEN: When Klem told me he offered to build your new bed, I sort of assumed you’d already gotten rid of your old one.
MARGARET: And how on earth would I have done that already?
FR. BEN: Usually the Akeo delivery drivers will be more than happy to help take it out to the curb if you just give them a small tip. Now that I mention it, they’re usually pretty good about assembling new units as well…
MARGARET: A tip? What do you think, I’m made of money Father Ben? Sheesh, you’re just like that driver. Standing in my foyer like I owed him something just because he did the job his employer had specifically hired him to do. And the extra fees for assembly? Please! They wanted to charge me an arm and a leg.
FR. KLEM: It’s highway robbery, I tell you! Back in our day, department store employees would get you all set up, no questions asked.
MARGARET: That’s right!
FR. BEN: Yes, but in your day, those employees were a lot more likely to work for a small, family-owned business. And their salaries could probably stretch a whole lot further than these corporations pay today.
MARGARET: I don’t see how that’s supposed to be my problem. If these people wanted better jobs, then it’s up to THEM to go out and get them. Wouldn’t you say?
FR. KLEM: I certainly would.
FR. BEN: (biting his tongue) Well then, why don’t I go and get a head start on getting your old unit taken apart so we can set up the new one. Is there some place I can put your mattress in the meantime?
MARGARET: Anywhere you can fit it, dear. But just be careful, I’ve got a lot of valuable figurines around this house, and if you break one of them, I will expect you to replace it.
FR. BEN: I hear you, Margaret. Loud and clear… You coming, Klem?
FR. KLEM: (breathing in through clenched teeth) Ahh, Benny, I think this job’s really more for a strong, young ox like you. My knees aren’t what they used to be.
FR. BEN: But…
FR. KLEM: Just get the old bed out of there, and then Sally and I’ll come in and help you handle the rest.
[SFX: With this, Fr. Klem gives another two pulses of the electric screwdrivers to make his point.]
FR. BEN: You mind if I take her with me, for this part of the job?
FR. KLEM: Be my guest!
[SFX: Fr. Ben takes the drill and leaves the room. Margaret and Klem each spend a moment sipping at their tea.]
MARGARET: So how’s things going with this A of A investigation?
FR. KLEM: Sue Tubbles and that kid she’s working with, they seem to think they’ve got a case, but I’m still not convinced.
MARGARET: You can’t be serious?! There’s no way that fire was an accident. That whole organization’s been a powder keg just waiting to blow for years. I’m just surprised it took as long as it did.
FR. KLEM: (scandalized) If you’re so certain it was arson, who do you think’s the culprit?
MARGARET: Are you kidding me? You really have no idea?
[SFX: There is a loud clatter in the background as part of the wooden sideboard hits the floor.]
MARGARET: BENJAMIN! BE CAREFUL IN THERE!
FR. BEN: (sarcastic) I’m fine, thanks for asking! You know, this would be a lot easier if I had a little help…
FR. KLEM: I’m sure you’re doing just fine! (quietly again) C’mon, Margie, the suspense is killing me.
[SFX: Margaret takes another long sip of tea before continuing, relishing in Klem’s excitement.]
MARGARET: Joe Walters.
FR. KLEM: (confused) Sure, I see your point, the whole scorned divorceé forcing his new relationship in front of the community that has rejected him, but you know as well as I do that the Judge was sitting right next to me, about to house a plate of the new Mrs. Walters’ bear claws.
MARGARET: And your point is? That man is far more capable than you or I ever could imagine. I wouldn’t doubt that he’s got minions that are more than willing to do his bidding.
FR. KLEM: The plot thickens.
MARGARET: Think about it! You’ve been in this town as long as I have. When hasn’t the A of A pissed off somebody or other? Sure, there’re a lot of credible suspects, but what if that’s the point? What if it wasn’t any one of them, but a whole coterie of ne'er do wells chomping at the bit for the Supreme Admiral’s downfall? And every single one of them played an important piece of the puzzle.
FR. KLEM: This conspiracy’s getting a bit heady even for me, dear. Between you and Clara, I’ve heard just about everything!
MARGARET: What’d that bell ringer have to say?
FR. KLEM: You know Andrew, the Servidone boy? She says she’s had to confiscate six different lighters from him in the last month of Youth Group alone. She even had to put out a small waste basket junior bible fire in the boy’s restroom last month. Burning down a whole building would be next level, but if someone really did do this, I’d bet that’s a far more likely explanation for the incident.
MARGARET: Hah! That boy is as harmless as they come and you know it.
FR. KLEM: And the former Justice isn’t?
MARGARET: I’m just saying, it easily could’ve been a false flag operation run by the whole family. And you know as well as I do that they’d have just cause to do it.
FR. KLEM: And it could have just as easily been an honest mistake on the part of the new Mrs. Walters like the Fire Marshall said it was.
MARGARET: You seem to have an awful lot of faith in Ted Palmer’s capabilities in his job. Are you forgetting that he’s both part-time and a volunteer?
FR. KLEM: You’ll never catch me pretending that Ted’s a competent man, but I’ve known Joe since he was an altar boy. He can be a bit of a blowhard, but he’s ultimately harmless.
MARGARET: Whatever you say, Klem…
FR. KLEM: Fine, if you’re so certain of his nefarious scheming: who else was in his imaginary coterie of criminal arsonists?
MARGARET: That’s easy! Tom Steadman.
[SFX: Fr. Klem lets out a haughty laugh, almost spitting out his tea.]
FR. KLEM: Now I KNOW you’re joking. If that boy had a backbone, he’d have torn his father-in-law’s head off by now for the way the man treats his wife.
MARGARET: Joe’s a stern man, but you know all he wants is what’s best for Emily.
FR. KLEM: You’d think he maybe would’ve thought of that before running out on her mother and constantly belittling the man she chose to spend the rest of her life with.
MARGARET: Suit yourself, Clementine. Believe all you will about what those boys tell you and Benny in that secret box of yours, but I’ve got eyes and ears all over this town.
FR. KLEM: So, tell me, how would burning down the A of A be what’s best for Emily?
MARGARET: Oh, that’s the juiciest part!
[SFX: Before she can continue, Ben grunts as he drags the headboard through the hallway and stops outside the kitchen.]
FR. BEN: (out of breath) Could you help me drag this out to the curb now that I’ve got it apart, Klem?
FR. KLEM: Sheesh, I’d just love to Benji, but these knees of mine are just on fire today.
FR. BEN: It’s just, I don’t want to bump into any of Margaret’s photos on the way out the door—
MARGARET: You’d better notFR. BEN: (sighing) Could you at least hold the screen door open for me?
FR. KLEM: Aw, it looks like you’re handling yourself just fine.
[SFX: Ben audibly scoffs as he continues to drag the headboard through the hall, struggling to open the door, and letting it bounce one, two, three times as he brings it down the front steps.]
MARGARET: He’s not gonna pass out on my front lawn, is he?
FR. KLEM: Naw, he’s built like a workhorse. He’s just being dramatic.
MARGARET: Would you like anything else? Another mug of tea? Some cheese and crackers?
FR. KLEM: A snack would be perfect!
[SFX: Margaret busies herself in the cupboards as we head into our midroll break. When the episode returns, Fr. Ben reenters the house.]
FR. BEN: I’ve just got a few more pieces of her old bed which are small enough to store in the hallway for now. Once that’s done, I’ll be good to get started on the new one. Are you just about wrapped up in here?
FR. KLEM: Gosh, darn! Margaret was just about to make us a snack and a second mug of tea. But then I’ll be all yours.
FR. BEN: It’s just that we said we’d be out to the Home in time for their lunch service this afternoon to see some of your old friends.
MARGARET: And I told you that you’ll make your appointment with plenty of time to spare!
FR. BEN: I understand, but I never told you what time we needed to be there, and it’s already 11:15…
FR. KLEM: Benji, you look famished. Why don’t you take a little break and have a bite to eat with us?
FR. BEN: (frustrated at first) We don’t really have…
[SFX: Margaret sets a hastily thrown together charcuterie plate onto the table.]
FR. BEN: Are those prosciutto stuffed olives?!
MARGARET: Somebody’s got a good set of eyes on them.
FR. BEN: (sheepish, sitting) I am obsessed with these things. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt if I join you for a few minutes.
[SFX: Fr. Ben pops an olive in his mouth as Fr. Klem enjoys a cracker.]
FR. KLEM: (knowing) See, Benji? I could tell your blood sugar was getting low. Let Margie fix you right up.
FR. BEN: I mean, you know how I get when I’m hungry, but that doesn’t really change the fact that we do have someplace else to be…
MARGARET: Sheesh, I’m sorry to be such a burden!
FR. BEN: (backpedaling) Oh, no, that’s not what I meant! I am always thrilled to help you out with whatever you need, but Fr. Klem promised his expertise before we got here, and I can’t help but feel that he’s going back on his word.
MARGARET: Fr. Klem is helping me plenty. Helping to keep me company.
FR. KLEM: It’s an important job!
MARGARET: And one he’s a real expert at!
[SFX: Fr. Klem and Margaret both chuckle as Fr. Ben frustratedly eats one more olive. There’s an awkward silence for a moment.]
MARGARET: So, Benjamin. I’ve got a question I’ve been meaning to ask you…
FR. BEN: Oh yeah? Shoot.
MARGARET: Well, I’ve been seeing that girl Olivia around a lot lately, poking her nose in with what happened over at the A of A. Which was a terrible tragedy, by the way.
FR. KLEM: Terrible tragedy.
FR. BEN: I’m just glad that no one was hurt.
MARGARET: Of course, dear, we all are. But the thing is, she’s been going around, asking a whole lot of people a whole lot of questions. Questions about their feelings around the establishment and questions around their activities on the day of the fire. At first, I thought this was maybe because of her work with CatholicNews.com, but then I saw her leave the pancake breakfast with Susan Tubbles the other day…
FR. BEN: And?
MARGARET: It’s just, Susan’s a wonderful woman, but she’s no journalist. She’s a P.I., and she introduced Ms. Inwood to me as her assistant.
FR. BEN: (clearly uncomfortable) That’s correct. Olivia is working with Susan now.
MARGARET: Now, yes, but she also was two years ago when we first met.
FR. BEN: She was?! That’s news to me.
MARGARET: It just got me wondering more and more about what you two were whispering about that day when I came to drop off my donations to the food pantry.
FR. BEN: Jeez, Margaret, that was so long ago now. I couldn’t even tell you, but as far as I can remember Olivia told me she was in town to write up an article about our parish.
MARGARET: Did you ever get to read a copy of the article?
FR. BEN: Now that you mention it, I don’t think I did…
MARGARET: Hmmm, yeah, I tried to find it. But I never could.
FR. KLEM: (protecting Ben) You know these millennials, Margie. They’ll just about talk anyone’s ear off, so long as they’re asking. We can’t really expect the boy to remember everything about that day or to know that woman was anything other than who she said she was.
MARGARET: (suspicious) I suppose you’re right, Clementine.
FR. BEN: (amused) Clementine?
FR.LEM: Don’t start, Benji. That’s an old nickname, and as close as you and I are, it’s not one that you have permission to use.
FR. BEN: Noted.
MARGARET: Look at the time! It seems to me like you might want to get to gettin’, if you’re hoping to make it over to the Home for lunch hour…
FR. BEN: You’re certainly right. Klem?
FR. KLEM: You’ve got this!
[SFX: Fr. Ben sighs as he takes one last olive and leaves the kitchen. As soon as he’s out of earshot, Margaret speaks in a lower voice.]
MARGARET: There’s more to the story between those two. I can just feel it in my bones.
FR. KLEM: Your guess is as good as mine.
MARGARET: Is it, though? Please, you’ve got no poker face, Father. I know when you’ve got a secret that’s just dying to come out.
FR. KLEM: (suddenly serious) It’s not our business, Marge.
MARGARET: Oh, come on, who would I tell?!
FR. KLEM: (chuckling) Are you kidding me? You’re famously the biggest gossip in the St. Pat’s community. If I gave you the goods you’d kick us out of your house so fast so you could get on that phone of yours and track down anyone who would listen.
MARGARET: (chuckling) I suppose you know me too.
FR. KLEM: That I do, Margie, that I do.
MARGARET: Fine. I’ll stop prying for now… But I’ll get the goods out of you yet.
FR. KLEM: No, dear, as much as you and I may hate it, sometimes people really do deserve their secrets.
MARGARET: Oh, wow, so this really must be juicy.
[SFX: Somewhere in the background, we hear the sound of something falling and breaking.]
MARGARET: THAT BETTER NOT HAVE BEEN ONE OF MY FIGURINES!
FR. BEN: (guilty) IT WASN’T! JUST A PICTURE FRAME! I’LL REPLACE IT, I PROMISE!
MARGARET: YOU’RE DARN RIGHT YOU WILL!
FR. KLEM: Go easy on the boy!
MARGARET: Oh, he’s fine. He knows I’m just pulling his leg.
[SFX: Fr. Ben returns to the kitchen and dumps a pile of large glass shards into Margaret’s garbage.]
FR. BEN: Have you got a broom and dustpan I can use to clean up the little pieces?
MARGARET: In the closet at the end of the hall, just before the bedroom.
FR. BEN: Thanks. I’m really sorry about this, Margaret.
MARGARET: It’s fine, dear. That was about $8 down at the Flor*Mart. You don’t actually have to worry about it. I’m sure I’ve got another one lying empty around here somewhere.
FR. BEN: As long as you’re sure…
FR. KLEM: It was an honest mistake, Benji! Margie’s just fine. Now why don’t you go and finish up so we can get out of her hair.
FR. BEN: Of course…
[SFX: Fr. Ben leaves. We hear the sound of broken glass being swept up before the electric screwdriver begins in earnest.]
MARGARET: Did you see the outfit that Gayle was wearing to mass the other day?
FR. KLEM: Hah! Yes! You’d think someone as tall as her would know not to wear green on green.
MARGARET: She didn’t appreciate it when I called Pat, Jack the Giant Killer that day.
FR. KLEM: You terrible minx, you did not!
MARGARET: (proud) I most certainly did! There was no way I was going to call her Bean Stalk, like I wanted, so I thought that’d be the next best thing. I think it got the point across.
FR. KLEM: (cackling) I’m sure it did. You’re sure not a fan of that one, are you?
MARGARET: You can say that again. What kind of self-respecting woman of her age spends so much time feeding strays? There’s just something not right about that.
FR. KLEM: (hiding his wounds) Oh, come on. I think it’s kind of sweet what she does for those critters.
MARGARET: They’re vermin! And she’s helping to perpetuate their prevalence all over our modest hamlet.
FR. KLEM: It’s not their fault they were brought into this world against their will!
MARGARET: No, it isn’t, but that’s what animal control is for.
FR. KLEM: And how would you feel if there was some government mule, crawling all over town in a kill van, looking to put you out of your misery?
MARGARET: Someone’s awful testy about the little kitty cats, aren’t we?
FR. KLEM: I just appreciate them for the way they carry themselves in this world: unapologetic and unconcerned.
MARGARET: Speaking of unapologetic, can you believe that that Dempster girl is already pregnant? Wasn’t their wedding like a month ago?
FR. KLEM: I certainly can, and it certainly was. You didn’t hear this from me, but I heard there may or may not have been a shotgun involved on her father’s part.
MARGARET: No!
FR. KLEM: Marched right over to Freddy’s jewelry shop and made him buy her a ring under threat of death or dismemberment. He had to blow his whole savings on this dinky little thing.
MARGARET: Scandalous. They certainly don’t make them like they used to, do they?
FR. KLEM: I mean, they kind of do. Sure the doodads are fancier, but I remember presiding over a hastily thrown-together marriage or two thousand in my day.
MARGARET: (chuckling) I suppose you’re right.
[SFX: Their conversation fades as the sound of Ben’s electric screwdriver and intermittent hits of a hammer take over for a moment. It combines with transition music, which shifts us back into the house.]
FR. BEN: Klem, Margaret! I’m all done! Why don’t you come and give it a look?
[SFX: Margaret and Klem cross the house and into the room.]
MARGARET: Looks sturdy enough.
FR. KLEM: I’m sure it’s just as strong as it’s supposed to be. Isn’t that right, Benny?
FR. BEN: Absolutely! Took me a minute to get a hang of these wordless instructions, but once I got into a groove, things went along smoothly enough.
[SFX: Margaret takes a seat and shifts her weight.]
MARGARET: Well, that’s certainly an improvement. It used to take me forever to fall asleep on that old thing, with how much it squeaked.
FR. KLEM: Tell me about it! I keep trying to convince this one to let us upgrade the furniture in our home, but he won’t budge.
FR. BEN: Klem, you know how tight funds are at St. Pat’s at the moment, especially with so much of it tied up in the A of A fundraising efforts.
FR. KLEM: I’m painfully aware.
MARGARET: Wait a minute.
[SFX: Margaret’s eyes lock onto something on her dresser, and she stands up, crossing the room and picking it up.]
MARGARET: What on earth do you call this?
FR. BEN: (sheepish) Oh, you know these Akeo sets. They always come with a few extra pieces just… you know, just in case you lose some.
MARGARET: You’re sure you didn’t just miss a step? And this thing isn’t going to collapse on me in the middle of the night, when I’m in a deep sleep?
FR. BEN: Scout’s honor, Margaret.
FR. KLEM: You’re sure of your craftsmanship here, Benji?
FR. BEN: Positive. I quadruple-checked before I put the mattress back on there.
MARGARET: (unconvinced) Well, I know who I’ll call the second anything goes wrong with this new frame.
FR. BEN: Clementine?
MARGARET: Very funny.
FR. KLEM: What did I tell you about that name?!
FR. BEN: (picking up the floorboard with a grunt) Alright, Klem, let’s get these last few pieces out of here so we can head on over to lunch.
FR. KLEM: I’m not hungry anymore!
FR. BEN: You’re always hungry! Besides, we’re not eating. We’re helping feed the residents who can’t feed themselves.
FR. KLEM: Oy vey, don’t remind me.
[SFX: Margaret chuckles as they all cross the house.]
MARGARET: I really can’t thank you enough for this, Father. You’re truly a godsend.
FR. BEN: It was nothing, Margaret. I’m happy to help.
MARGARET: I wasn’t speaking to you, Benjamin.
FR. BEN: (under his breath) Of course you weren’t.
FR. KLEM: (laughing heartily) Anytime, Margie, anytime! I’m always just a phone call away.
MARGARET: Don’t I know it?
FR. KLEM: Now, hurry up, Benny! We’ve got to get out of here now if we have any chance of getting over to the home.
FR. BEN: I know that, Klem, that’s what I’ve been—
MARGARET: It was so nice to see you, as always, Father. We still on for lunch on Tuesday?
FR. KLEM: I wouldn’t miss it for the world! (to Fr. Ben) You know, if I drive, we may still be able to make it in time for a piece of carrot cake.
FR. BEN: I thought you weren’t hungry, Clementine?
FR. KLEM: There’s always room for dessert!
[SFX: The end credits music begins to play.]
ADAM: Forgive Me! is a Rogue Dialogue production. This episode was written and directed by Bob Raymonda and Jack Marone.
Here’s our cast in order of appearance:
Casey Callaghan Father Ben
Josh Rubino Father Klem
Anne Sweet Margaret
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CAITLIN: (meek) Hey, Father Klem.
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Right now, we’re asking listeners to take a short survey, which will help us learn more about what you like about our work and what kind of advertisers you’d like us to partner with. Participants will receive a grab bag of bonus content from various shows across the network! If you have a few minutes to spare to help us out, head on over to fableandfolly.com/survey.
That’s it for now! We’ll see you back here in two weeks for episode 12!