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Oh, here they come. Oh, looking good. Come on, paddle, paddle.

That's it.

That's it. Cameras are rolling.

Aren't they cute?

Come on, Susie, slide.

That's it. Very good.

Hang on there now.

Okay, watch the double team.

Uh -huh.

Nice pass.

Yes. Oh, good. Good.

Next season, we're playing the Lakers.

We do look like penguins, don't we?

Oh, yes.

Match point.

Okay, great. Start on the apple.

Good.

You smile now, sisters. We're nuns having fun.

That's it. Very sociable.

Uh -huh.

Very good.

Passing the apple.

That's nice.

Don't look at me.

Uh -huh.

Look real.

Barkle.

Ooh, who's NBA?

Yeah, drop tibs. Okay.

You getting the chicken? I love that chicken. See the chicken?

Okay.

Cut!

All right. Thanks, everybody. It was great.

Well, that's a wrap.

You know, it's a first for me, Sister Michael, shooting a recruitment video

a convent.

Oh, Greg, I hope this works.

If my convent doesn't start attracting new novices soon, I'll have to close the

doors to St. Clair's.

Can't have that.

I'm proud of you, Greg.

You know, I was worried about you when you left school.

Well, I didn't leave school. You expelled me.

Well, the other students couldn't concentrate.

But I prayed for you, and look at you now.

Yeah, from MTV to Sister Michael wants you.

I don't know how you talked me into this.

Oh, he works in mysterious ways, and sometimes so do I.

St. Clair's Conference. It's your Michael speaking.

Sister, this is Greg.

I have to see you.

At this hour?

Greg, what's wrong?

I can't talk here.

I'll meet you in the chapel.

Take this videotape and hide it. Some people are going to want it very badly.

Some people... Stay down! Stay down!

Yes, this is Sister Michael, St. Clair's Convent, 28 Marlborough Road. We have

an assault in progress. The perp's armed with a revolver.

Nearest unit, respond and call for backup.

God love you.

Sergeant Clark, if the package wasn't on Greg's body, then it's still in the

convent somewhere. He either dropped it or hid it somewhere.

He searched the convent, sister, no package. Maybe the killer took it. He

have time.

Now, now, sister, this has been a traumatic experience for you. You're not

remembering clearly.

The perp was dressed all in black, black sneakers.

He had a revolver. From the sound of it, it was a .38.

Listen, do you watch a lot of cop shows?

Sergeant, have you ever heard the name of Charlie Donovan?

Sure, he's a legend. A great cop who never missed a trick. You know?

I'm his daughter, Maggie.

I cut my teeth on his shield.

No one is born a nun, Sergeant.

Sister, may I see you?

Excuse me.

Your sisters are very upset. I understand. It's a tragedy.

And so easily preventable.

You mean it's my fault?

Sister, you mustn't feel guilty.

However, I do feel that a more experienced Mother Superior might not

commissioned that video.

By more experienced, I'm sure you're referring to yourself.

I wouldn't presume, Sister.

The community elected you, and I'm sure, in time, we'll see God's hand in that

decision. Hey, what are you doing?

Excuse me. Hey, put the cuffs away. I didn't do anything wrong.

What's this?

What is going on here?

Do you know this man?

Yes, this is our gardener, Vic Chandler.

He found us in a trash can outside the garage where he lives.

Recently fired.

Sister, I didn't do nothing.

I know you didn't. Vic Chandler wouldn't hurt anybody.

I checked.

You're going to the next con with a rap scene, sister.

Breaking and entering. Trickly second story. He never even carried a weapon

him. You know?

Of course I know. Do you think I've let a fox into my hen house?

Cynthia, you're real humanitarian, but you're going with us.

Sit there.

Don't worry, Vic. I'll take care of everything.

Look, I told you the perp was wearing black sneakers. He's got brown shoes on.

Good night, sister.

Stay one for me.

I want you to stick with the Hollander homicide eyewitness while he goes

the mug shots.

I got a feeling he'll ID our shooter if we can just get him to relax.

All right, that's it.

You all know where you're going and what to do when you get there.

Be careful.

All right.

Mr.

Michael, hi.

Listen, I heard what happened. I'm sorry.

Thank you. You can sit down.

Can I get you anything?

No, thank you.

Sergeant Clark won't tell me anything.

Okay.

Has Ballistics confirmed that the gun they found was the one that killed Greg

Wilson? Yes, the .38 was the murder weapon.

Vic Chandler's going to end up in prison unless somebody finds the real killer.

Well, Sister Chandler didn't have any alibi, and...

Clark's men did find a gun on his doorstep. There's pretty strong

despite your faith in him. What's his faith got to do with it?

I mean, where's his motive?

And where's the package Greg tried to give me?

Oh, Sergeant Clark doesn't believe there was a package, does he?

Well, he feels that if a package had been hidden in a convent, he would have

found it.

I need a miracle, you know.

So, Steve, how's your father?

Hey, Jack.

What are you doing this weekend?

I don't know. I'm just going to hang out.

You know,

I always wonder what you guys mean when you say that.

Does that mean that you're going to be alone or hanging out with the guys,

watching videos, because you can't find a date?

Or is there a girl?

Ah, there is a girl. Hey, hey, do I probe into your pitiful little personal

life? Yes, you do all the time. I do not. Hey, hey, time out, okay?

You got a new girl?

Well,

I'm off to the mountains.

Hey, what are you, a bird watcher, Norman?

That's great, Norman. What are you going to do in the mountains? I don't know.

Every weekend, people tell me their plans.

Either they're going to the mountains or the desert or the beaches.

I get tired of saying I'm puttering around with my hobbies. So, I'm going to

mountains. Have a wonderful weekend. Thank you, Mark. I hope.

Watch out for the poison oak.

You know what he's going to do?

He's going to hang out tonight.

I'm out of here.

See you.

Dr.

Snowden, Dr. Snowden.

One of your favorite people is waiting for you in your office.

Really?

Maggie.

Sister Michael.

I haven't seen you since you were elected Mother Superior.

Almost a year now.

Who would have thought that ornery little tomboy would become the youngest

Mother Superior in the church?

Oh, you.

You look wonderful.

So do you.

I heard that somebody committed a murder in the convent.

That is shocking.

I know, and they've arrested my gardener. And I know the man. I know he

do it.

Why don't you leave it to the police, Maggie?

Well, I'd feel a lot better if Steve were on the case.

Or my dad.

I miss him.

So do I.

Charlie always said you should have been a cop just like your father.

Yeah, well, Steve followed in dad's footsteps.

I'm the black sheep.

Yes, but out of a family of cops, he said you were the best detective.

I was always kind of an amateur sleuth.

Mark, I need your help.

Sister.

Maggie.

The daughter of your father's best friend?

You remember the time they both walked into Terman's Deli just as it was being

robbed?

Family saved my dad's bacon.

All right. What do you want me to do?

Sister? Sister, I have wonderful news.

This is Father McGinnis, who comes to us from 30 years of dedicated missionary

service.

And until Father is reassigned, which could be any minute now, he's going to

our chaplain.

Father McGinnis. Ladies.

Sisters.

Will you bless us, please, Father?

May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back.

And may you be a half an hour in heaven before the devil knows you're dead.

Amen.

I just lied to nuns.

What can you get for lying to nuns? We are not lying, Mark.

We are protecting my sisters by withholding information that would only

them.

The police searched the convent for Greg's package, right?

Mm -hmm, and it came up empty.

That's the reason he was killed, you know. It must be very important.

Yeah, and whoever killed him, he'd be back to get it.

Which means we have to be on the lookout for suspicious visitors.

Then we'll nab them.

Father, Mother Superior, excuse me. You have a visitor?

Good day, Sister Michael.

I'm Sister Regina.

The diocese has sent me to inquire after the welfare of your sisters following

their terrible ordeal.

Oh, that's very kind of the diocese, and of you too, Sister Regina.

This is Father McGinnis, our temporary chaplain.

I'll be staying the weekend.

Is that really necessary?

Forgive me, Sister, but the diocese insists on my objective assessment.

Now, if you'll show me to my room.

Sister Charity will escort you.

While I'm here, I'll conduct an inventory of the convent, just to make

useful.

Thank you, Sister.

Oh, boy, am I in trouble.

What was that?

Enlightenment terms.

The IRS has decided to audit my returns, and I just sent Mac the knife to do it.

Boy, you're in trouble.

Sister, the Strega family is here.

We'll be right there.

The Stregas?

Hi, sister.

I'm Joseph Strega.

These are my brothers, Daniel and Vincent.

Very nice to meet you. Please, sit down. Thank you, sister.

This is Father McGinnis, our chaplain. He was a missionary in Borneo.

Uh -huh.

Nice to meet you, my sons.

So, how can we help you?

Our father is dying.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you, sister.

He's very old, but he had a good life.

We'd like you and the other sisters to say novena for him.

You know, for a peaceful death.

Oh, it would be our privilege.

Thank you.

We were thinking maybe a 30 -day novena. 30 days? What's that?

I want 90 days minimum.

Okay, Hatshuck, you want to do it right? A perpetual novena start right now.

Always, always. It's always better. You got to be better than me. And I want it

to be my idea.

It's always your idea. Don't tell me that. Oh, God rest my soul. She ever

this? Don't talk about it.

Stop that.

Stop that. Thank you.

Oh, there you are. I've been chilled. I've forgotten my malaria pills.

Please excuse me.

Continue, my son.

He's a poor man.

Those years in the jungle, he's never been the same.

Have some sins to confess?

Mr. Strega, I'd be happy to hear them.

I lit a candle for my father.

Oh, God loves a devoted son.

Your father, isn't he John Strega?

That's right.

Do you know him? No, I don't know him. I read about him in the newspapers, of

course. As a matter of fact, I remember correctly, wasn't he called to testify

before the Crimes Commission?

I can't remember.

Well, it seems to me it had something to do with...

cleaning something, cleaning money, laundering money. That was it.

He took the fifth.

34 times, am I right?

I didn't know they had newspapers in Borneo.

Oh, yeah. It's more civilized than you'd think. They don't swing from the trees

there.

Maybe you should go back.

Weren't you and your father and your brothers implicated in the disappearance

Tony Morley?

He was considered to be the big crime boss in the city at that time. That is,

until he vanished.

Your father took over?

You know a lot about us, don't you, Father?

Don't you have anything to do?

Just stay in the chapel and pray for an hour or two.

Joseph Strayer.

What racket are you running in church?

Lay off, Sloan. I'm talking to a priest.

I'm Father McGinnis. Hello.

Hello, Father.

My brother's away.

What are you doing in that?

Blessing everyone I meet.

What are you doing here?

Well, Sister Michael was so sure that her gardener didn't kill Wilson that I

just trying to help out.

And that's what you're doing, isn't it?

She conned you into helping her, too.

Conned is not an appropriate word to use to apply to a nun, Steve.

Well, it sure fits Maggie Donovan.

Well... You must know.

Don't tell me. I don't want to know. That way I don't have to tell Sergeant

Clark.

Father, Sister Michael has a visitor she wants you to meet.

Oh, gotta go, son.

Tell Sister Michael it'll help any way I can.

Father.

Come in.

Oh, Father, there you are.

Father McGinnis.

This is Mr. Butler from the extermination company.

Oh, yes. Butler.

Father. Could you please just tell Father what you told me, Mr. Butler?

We women are really at such a loss when it comes to these things.

I'm here to inspect the convent.

But, you know, we did have an inspection just one month ago.

Yeah, well, the guy who did it just got fired. Big drinking problem.

All the places he was supposed to service are up to their knees in bugs.

How distressing.

You said it, sister.

Shall I start in the attic?

Excuse me.

Sister, weren't you just telling me about that rustling noise you heard in

basement?

Oh, yes.

Ominous rustling.

Yes. From my years as a missionary in the rainforest of Brazil, I know that

rustling to be rats.

Rats? Yes.

I think you'd better take a look at the basement first, Mr. Butler.

Sister, would you accompany Mr. Butler to the basement?

Oh, I'd be more than happy to.

Yes. Well...

You'll look after me, won't you? Because I'm just so afraid of her head. Who

isn't?

Jack? Oh, I'm glad you're home. I can use your help.

Sorry about this line. I guess the bulb just burnt out, you know.

This place looks okay to me.

Let's go see the kitchen.

Did you hear that?

What?

That rustling.

You know, rats are awfully vicious when they're cornered.

I've got to call the office.

Oh,

look what I found.

Well, aren't you going to stick it in a baggie or something?

What's the matter? Didn't bring any with you?

That's okay. Here, just stick it in your pocket right there.

You know, I think we should investigate every inch of this basement together,

don't you?

Father, they said you were expecting them. Yes, I was. Thank you very much,

sister. Thanks. You know, you told us about this on the phone then, Father.

I still don't believe it.

This young man doesn't believe that he and his lovely fiancée can use the

convent grounds for their nuptials.

Yes, they're so serene.

Yeah, oh yeah, they're almost spooky.

What a lovely idea.

Oh, Sister Michael.

You remember Amanda and Jack, I'm sure.

That's how you do it. Okay.

Find what you're looking for?

No, and neither did Mr.

Butler.

Where is he?

Well, right now he's in the kitchen calming his nerves with some lemonade.

Ginger snap.

Oh, uh, Sister, would you please give Mr. Butler some ginger snaps in the

kitchen?

Thank you.

Isn't it interesting that both the Strager brothers and Butler knew exactly

where they wanted to look?

Mm -hmm. The chapel in the attic.

And who but the killer would know where Greg went in the convent before he was

shot?

Only the killer.

That's right.

Here's what I want you guys to do.

Mark's right.

He's not an exterminator.

Good afternoon, sister.

Maggie, I don't know how long I can get away with this. The sisters are going to

catch on.

You're doing very well, Mark. Really, you are. And just think how excited the

nuns will be when they find out that we caught Greg's killer and Vic Chandler

can come home and everything.

Hey, Father.

Yes? Come on, you're coming with us.

No, wait a minute.

No, wait. He can't go anywhere.

He can't go anywhere.

I'm going to go with you then.

Come inside, Father.

Mr. Trager, what is the meaning of this? Don't get so hot under that collar.

Just give Pa the last rites and we'll take you back to the convent.

I'd rather not disturb him if he's sleeping.

We'll come back tomorrow.

No. So he can die in peace.

And we can start running the business.

Vincent, watch your mouth. This way, Father.

Father McGinnis would be more than happy to help if it really, truly is your

father's time.

Yes, you must understand that God takes each of us.

In his own time.

God calls, but Pa's not going.

I'll tell you what to do.

How long has he been like that?

Since yesterday.

Pa thought he was dying for the last 20 years. You know, one ailment after the

other. But now it's finally happening.

You want to get on with it, Father?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Would you leave us alone with your father?

Alone? For the last rite?

Since when?

The family's supposed to stand around the bed while you do your thing, and he

passes on.

Well, Cousin Louie had the last rites even as the count was there.

Excuse me, but you see, in the ante...

Where Father McGinnis last ministered for several years, the last rites are

always conducted in private.

It seems that the solitude helps the loved one to pass on more peacefully

and quicker, too.

We'll be outside.

He's suffering from slow asphyxiation.

His windpipe's partially obstructed. I'm going to give him a Heimlich.

Am

I

having a happy death?

You're not dying, Mr. Striga. Your windpipe was blocked.

You're going to be just fine.

I feel great.

It's a miracle.

Well, Father McGinnis has healing hands.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Come in now.

Hey, boys.

Boys. I've been blessed by God.

You thank Father McGinnis. He saved my life.

To church.

I think our work here is done now.

Bless you.

Thank you.

Bless you.

Sister

Michael.

It's a rare privilege.

I'm Councilman Fletcher from the 16th District.

Yes, I recognize you from the news.

Well, this is Father McGinnis, one of our finest missionaries, and he's

temporarily assigned here now as our chaplain.

It's a pleasure, Father.

To what do we owe this honor, Councilman? Well, I am here to present

Michael and her fellow sisters an award for the work they do with the youth

gangs.

What a surprise, since we haven't worked with the youth gangs for three years.

Not since the last of our little flock got busted for possession.

Well, then, this award is well overdue.

Now, what we'd like is a group photograph of you and all the other

the city council news. I took the liberty of having the photographer set

the sitting room.

Oh, well, the sisters are at prayer.

This is a cash award, sister.

$1 ,000.

Well, you know, we do need a new heater.

I'll just go round up the sisters.

Father, what do you think of the recent changes in the church?

Oh, I think they're awfully good.

Except for those that aren't.

If you could just move in a little closer together, please.

If you don't mind, I'm going to have to do a little rearranging.

Could you just turn a little bit to your left?

Beautiful. And if you could just move a little.

closer together great thank you and if you don't mind you two just switch seats

okay here we go

beautiful okay now smile okay that's it

okay one more time big smile

Looking for something?

Oh, my stomach is upset. I thought the sisters might have something for it.

Oh, perhaps I can help you.

I've got something in here to fix you up.

Let's see what we've got here.

So that... There we are.

You know, I've always been fascinated with politics.

When I was up in the Andes, I kept in touch through a ham radio operator here.

I remember him saying that some colleague of yours got involved in a

some kind of bribery. I think it was bribery.

Poor soul, if he just had some kind of spiritual guidance.

I can't remember his name.

That was me, Father.

Oh, that was you.

That was a dirty smear campaign. I was never actually charged.

I understand. Well, I'm happy to hear that.

Very happy to hear that.

You know, as long as I'm in here, I think I'll whip up a... You like pot

I'd better get back to the parlor. Just a moment. Just try this. Old home

remedy.

Feel better?

You know, it does.

Good, good.

Hey, he's pulling in. Use the half a tank of gas on him, okay?

What's he doing?

Well, let's see.

We're at a country club.

My guess is he's going to play a little golf.

Well, so where are the funny -looking clothing? He doesn't have on the plaid

pants. There's no orange shirt. Where's the tan with the pom -pom on top of it?

Where's all that stuff?

You done? And can we just go in there and find out what he's up to? And forget

about the fashion report. Is that all right? Okay.

Thank you. Get out.

Gembro party.

Your card is ready at Gembro shop.

Gembro party.

Come with me. Take your shoes off. What?

Take your shoes off.

What? Take your shoes off.

All right.

Here we go.

You've got to be out here. I'll play.

I'm going to give you a lesson.

I don't know how to play golf.

What?

All right, well, come here. I'm going to give you a lesson.

All right, just swing it like a pendulum, okay? Nice and easy.

There you go.

Are you a member here?

I'm thinking about it.

Who are you?

I'm the starter.

You know, you're just the man I wanted to see.

Excuse me for one second.

Why don't you go in the clubhouse and see if our friend is there?

Maybe I'll find a better teacher.

Listen, what's your name?

Richard. Richard, listen, I'm supposed to be playing golf with Mr. Butler, but

I'm running a little bit late.

You think I can catch up with him? I don't know where you play, but at this

club, we don't catch up.

Oh, is that right?

Well, at my club, we don't.

And which club is that?

Imperial Hills.

You're a member at Imperial Hills?

I'm the head pro there, pal.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Where?

By your locker.

Any luck?

Yeah, Mr. Smith.

All bad.

You didn't find the tape?

I couldn't even look. Some ditzy nun had me down in the basement looking for

rats.

Too bad.

All right, I want to meet him with my partners.

Call him and tell him 5 o 'clock this afternoon, Westside Auto Storage Lot.

Can you do that?

Sure, Mr. Smith.

Want me to pick up your golf bag?

What do you think?

My boyfriend, he told me to come in here.

Oh, Jack.

Can you do anything right?

Can you? Okay, white guy, wait till I tell you what I found out. Fine.

I'm sorry I'm late.

We have a problem. We have a serious problem. We're in trouble. Butler

find the tape. Neither we. We're going to wind up in jail.

No, no, no, no. We'll find it.

I got an election in one month. We have got to find this tape.

Just as I thought.

Mr. Smith, Mr. Straga.

and Councilman Fletcher, three gentlemen who definitely never should be seen

together. And I'll bet you they were meeting somewhere when Greg Wilson

videotaped them.

Sounds like you think Greg Wilson was blackmailing them. That would be my

guess. Okay,

whoever you are, step out.

Put that down.

My apologies. What are you doing here?

In my opinion, I think I am witnessing a conspiracy to defraud the city by

cutting a few illegal corners in your building project.

We don't know what you're talking about, Father.

You know, Councilman Fletcher, last year there was a rumor going around that you

were bribing somebody down at the zoning commission.

So I would say that you, Mr. Smith, were taking secret partner money from Mr.

Strega. And you, Mr. Schrager, and your brother were paying off Councilman

Fletcher for some illegal variances. How's that?

An interesting idea, but where's your proof?

Each of you have been searching for that videotape that Greg Wilson hid in the

convent.

We're going to find that tape, and when we do, we'll have all the proof we need.

And we'll also know who killed Greg Wilson.

You couldn't be more wrong, Father.

So, why don't you and your little choir take a hike?

Before we go, gentlemen, a little warning.

Stay away from St. Clair's.

You think our suspects will be coming back?

Oh, yeah.

But I want to buy just a little bit of time to give us a chance to look for

tape. Now, the police searched the entire convent.

Every inch. And all they found was a few embarrassing cobwebs.

Well, at least we know from our friends who came to search that that tape's got

to be in one of three places. The chapel, the kitchen, or the attic.

Well, then that's where we'll look.

Look, let's get started. We've got to get back to the hospital tomorrow.

Okay. I'll get the sisters to help. Won't be the first time they've searched

something I've lost. You know, using my reading glasses and everything, but...

Maybe they'll get rid of those cobwebs, too.

What's all this?

Oh, spring cleaning.

You know, idle hands of the devil play things.

Indeed.

I'm about to inventory the kitchen.

Tell your sisters I'm not to be disturbed.

That is one tough cookie.

You know, Mark, a nun with manners always acknowledges a priest.

She has yet to greet you. She never says, good morning, Father.

Well, I'm not a priest.

Well, he doesn't know that.

I mess up the point.

The point is, I think our Sister Regina is a very rude woman, and I don't like

her.

Well, it's not in the chapel, not in the attic.

Well, as soon as Sister Regina finishes counting up cans of tuna, we can have

the sister search the kitchen.

Hi, Steve.

Sister Mike, I'm afraid I've got some bad news. I talked with Sergeant...

Clark, but he's insisting the case is closed.

He refuses to search the convent again.

Well, bless you for trying, but I've already got the sister searching.

And not finding anything.

There you are, sister.

I'll need several sisters to help me move the refrigerator.

I'll help you with that, sister.

Oh, Sister Regina, this is Police Detective Dee Sloan. How do you do?

What's the reason for this visit?

We're investigating the death of Greg Wilson.

Unfortunate man.

On second thought, sister, seeing as you have more pressing business, we'll deal

with the refrigerator later.

But thank you for offering.

In that case, I'll be going. Sister, I'll be in touch. See you, Dad.

Dad?

Informality. Dad's as good as a father.

You two resemble each other.

Will you explain this, please, Sister?

Sister Michael was just trying to uncover any clue that she... Oh, Mark.

Never mind. I got us into this.

Sister Regina, this is my dear friend, Dr. Mark Sloan, who is the medical

advisor for the police department. I asked him to come down here and help us

with the investigation on Greg's murder.

Sister Michael's only intention was not to worry the other nuns.

I see.

You're excused, Sergeant Sloan.

But that... I said you're excused.

Well, as long as you put it that way.

See you all later.

You brought a man into this convent.

Yes, Sister.

A man impersonating a priest?

Yes, sister.

Do you have any idea what the diocese will do when they hear of this?

I will simply explain to the diocese as I have explained to you, sister.

Sister Regina, may I say something? No, you may not.

You are to leave this instant.

The hanky -panky is over.

Sister, you're very mistaken.

Excuse me, are you accusing me of breaking my vows? Your dear friend, Dr.

Sloan, is to leave now.

All right, that's it. I want you and your filthy mind out of my convent right

now.

We'll see about this.

Sister, I have good news.

Good evening, Father.

What's your news, Sister?

Well, I've been helping Sister Regina, and I thought I'd start with the

inventory of the vestry, and guess what?

When I was counting the prayer books, instead of the 60 that you ordered, I

found 61.

It's like the loaves and fishes, isn't it?

Anyone running through the chapel would have to come right through this best

gate. Yeah, the only way out.

There it is.

Poor Greg knew just how to hide that tape.

If only he hadn't gotten involved with those people. I know, sister.

Look, we better go to your office and call Steve.

Sister Regina!

I'll take that videotape.

Oh, no, you don't understand. This is the tape the police have been looking

You don't understand, Sister.

I want the tape.

You're the killer.

You shot Greg Wilson.

Hand over the tape!

Give it up, Doug.

I'm better at this than you are.

Are you okay? I'm fine. How about you?

I'm fine, thanks.

You've got a great right cross.

Thank you.

Perhaps I shouldn't have, Mark, but I just can't stand rudeness.

Listen, you go call Steve, and I'll make sure she stays put. Okay.

Steve, you sure got here fast.

I had the convent staked out.

You know, I was worried about you, too.

Of course, I was looking for someone coming into the convent.

Never expected an inside job.

Well, thank you for being our guardian angel.

It was my pleasure, sister.

Let's go, sister.

You tell the D .A. that Fletcher Smith and the Strega brothers hired me. And

ready to roll over for the right deal.

I'll tell them.

Sister, your gardener will be home by dinner time.

Later, Dad.

Thanks, son.

I don't know whether to say we forgive you or to thank you.

I'd appreciate both, Sister Margaret.

You were such a nice priest.

Not that you're not a nice doctor.

Thank you.

Chapel sisters.

So.

How can I thank you?

Don't, don't. This weekend is one for my memoirs, believe me.

Well, with his help, we pulled it off, didn't we? You're right.

You know, the Lord may work in mysterious ways, but his results are

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