As we begin this journey of our imagination, I ask you to cast your
thoughts back to that fateful night, when a community of unsuspectiong
people attended a food fair...

Evening: (Interior) Fitzgeralds Bar.

Peter:  Assumpta, have you got a minute?
Assumpta: Sure!

Assumpta casts an eye over the crowded pub as Peter makes his way around
to the far end of the bar.

Peter:  I love you...
Assumpta: (emotionally)Would you take that thing off before you say
                things like that.(indicationg his priest's collar)
Peter:  I can't help it.

Assumpta smiles at him.

Assumpta: I know.

The lights of the pub flicker and then go out completely.

Padraig: I'll go!
Assumpta No, stay...

Assumpta descends to the cellar and Brendan approaches Peter.

Brendan: You're looking awfully pleased with yourself.

Peter beams at him in feigned surprise.
 

Brendan: I think I know why...

Peter's grin turns into a guilty look.

Brendan: Mmmm(he nods and smiles)that's yours, isn't it?

Brendan is refering to Peter's "far eastern" concoction in the
fundraiser cooking competition. Father Mac and Doctor Ryan are
standing behind his dish, holding the "silly cup". Peter laughs as
much in relief as in the pleasure of winning.

Brian:  (a little peeved that his "dynasty emperor"s" feast
                didn't win.) They didn't even look at mine!

The lights flicker on for a moment, during which there is a loud cheer.A
horrible explosive noise echoes up the cellar ladder and the lights die...
...so does the noise from the crowd. Peter's voice cuts through the silence
like a knife, as he rushes through the bar and flings himself down the
ladder to the cellar, followed closely by Brendan and Padraig.

Peter:  Assumpta?

CUT TO: (Interior) Fitzgeralds Cellar.

Complete and utter shock registers on Peter's face when he sees Assumpta
lying motionless on the cellar floor.

Peter:  Assumpta???!

He slides down the remaining rungs of the ladder and throws himself to his
knees beside her. Brendan (who is at the top of the ladder) sees Assumpta
and shouts back up into the bar.

Brendan: God! Doc, come down quick!
Peter:  Assumpta, can you hear me?

Padraig enters, followed by Doc Ryan.

Padraig: Oh my God...
Doc Ryan: Peter, allow me.

Doc Ryan takes Peter's place and Peter moves back next to Father Mac, who
has just stepped from the ladder. The doctor checks Assumpta for a pulse and
finds none.He shouts back up to the bar, telling Niamh to make a phone call.

Doc Ryan: Niamh? Cardiac ambulance!

Peter collapses against the ladder in panic.

Peter:  Oh God...
Doc Ryan: Brendan, can you do mouth to mouth?
Brendan: I can.
Doc Ryan: Right, two breaths...

Doc Ryan and Brendan start attempting to resuscitate Assumpta.

Peter:  (in tears) Assumpta don't leave me!

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FLASHBACK: To ep. 2:5 "Someone To Watch Over Me"

Assumpta: Do you ever want what you can't have?
Peter:  .....yeah...

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Father Mac: Father Clifford...

Peter looks at him blindly.

Father Mac: You're still an ordained priest.
Peter:  What?
Father Mac: I'm thinking of her...
Peter:  What??
Father Mac: If you don't do this, I will!

Peter stares at him in grief-sticken confusement.

Peter:  WHAT???
Father Mac: The sacrament, the Last Rites.

Peter shakes his head furiously, his eyes wild.

Peter:  No!
Father Mac: You must!
Peter:  No way!!
Father Mac: It's your duty!!
Peter:  TO WHO???!!! She doesn't want it.
Father Mac: How could you possibly know what...
Peter:  She told me once...it doesn't hold any meaning for her...
{The remainder of this epiode written by Heather Morey}
Brian:  ....well maybe she was right...
Niamh:  (In tears)Dad!!!
Brian  Well, what difference does it make? It's just a bit of....

Assumpta splutters and Brendan and Doc Ryan cease resuscitation.

Assumpta: ... a bit of Mumbo jumbo...
Doc Ryan: (Aside)Thankyou God...Assumpta, Ssshhh don't talk, stay calm
  that's the way...

Peter says nothing, he simply takes Assumpta's hand and squeezes it gently.

Assumpta: Peter...
Peter:  Ssshhh, I know...I know.

Sirens are heard and there is the sound of tyres screeching on the wet road
outside.

CUT TO: (Exterior) Fitzgeralds and road in pelting rain.

Assumpta is being lifted into the ambulance on a stretcher trolley.

Amb. Officer: Sorry, only the doctor in the ambulance.
 

Ambrose: Peter, we'll go behind in my car. Wait here ok? I'll just
  grab my keys from the house.

Peter nods and after a beat, walks through the rain across to the bridge,
then, after a while, he slowly takes off his priest's collar and throws it
into the raging waters of the River Angel...
The Garda car draws up behind him and Ambrose sounds the horn for Peter to
get in...

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