Original subtitles

What is she doing with that cruise ship?

Why,

sister?

Mother Superior, we were, um... Neglecting your duties while indulging

little filth.

What do you have to say for yourselves?

It's kind of catchy.

We're sorry, Mother Constance. Our curiosity got the better of us.

Is it true?

Convent?

Sister Frances, you've been gossiping again.

Oh, I may as well tell you.

It's true.

Elia Jade has made a sizable offer to the Archdiocese.

But have faith, sisters.

I will never allow our home to be sold.

Especially to this Jezebel.

You'll need to be out by the end of the month.

I'm Mother Superior of the convent. My approval is needed for any sale.

Your disapproval was taken into consideration and disregarded.

Constance, the convent's numbers are dwindling, and the building is in

need of repairs. The roof leaks, the bell tower is a death trap, and...

Don't get me started on the plumbing situation.

What am I supposed to tell the sisters? The convent pays for Sister Ruth Simpson

and Sister Margaret Mary.

She's 92, and she's blind, and they're going to be kicked out of the only home

they've ever known?

It's like a death sentence. The convent's over 200 years old, and this

it's going to end?

At the hands of the harlot who fell off the stage drunk at last year's San Fave

Awards? She shouldn't be allowed to step foot in a church, never mind buy one.

No, but she does have $27 million.

I'm sorry, the sale was approved by the Vatican, and it's not our place to

question the Holy See.

Oh, I see what's going on.

You're not going to fight back, because you're angling to replace the bishop

when he retires.

I see right through you, Monsignor.

She'll be doing a walkthrough tomorrow afternoon, and if all goes as planned,

the sale will be closed by the end of the week.

But who knows?

We can hope for a miracle.

Heavenly Father, you called on me to lead and protect these sisters.

If it be thy will, please show me a path to save our home.

Please, hand me a sign.

Doorman said he heard fighting just before the victim fell from the balcony.

Neighbor says she wasn't well -liked. Bit of a character.

What do you think, Father?

Looks like somebody didn't love that neighbor.

No talking during the theme song.

Oz, what are you doing here?

Forgive me, Father. I know it's late.

But I have to confess, from the minute I saw you at Felicity's funeral, I knew.

I'm in love with you, Rick.

All right.

All right.

You've had your fun.

Time for bed. Tomorrow is another day.

Good night, Mother. Good night.

Oh, Sister Darby, according to my watch, The bells for prayer rang at 6 .02

this evening.

But I could have sworn... The sisters depend on the bells to structure their

day. Sorry, Mother Constance, I am. And I promise you it won't happen again.

Please forgive me.

Sloth is a deadly sin, sister.

It's not my forgiveness you need to ask for.

Sister, remember, penance is not a chore. It is an act of worship.

Huh. Yeah, that wall is load -bearing. But once you rip out the sacristy...

It'll open up the whole space.

Thank you, guys.

Okay, what about something like this? Like, tear down my wall, watch it all

fall, break apart my love -bearing heart.

Okay, so not this, but something like this. Like, here's the church, here's

steeple, here's your coffin, because your games are lethal.

Sorry I frightened you.

No, it's okay.

Would you mind if I sat with you?

Sure. Thank you.

Hi. Hi.

I'm Aliyah.

Oh, I know who you are. I must admit, I was a little surprised when I heard that

you were going to purchase our convent.

Well, you know, we used to have a place two blocks down from here. We were there

forever. But, I don't know, it just burnt down, so...

I knew the next place had to be something really special, and I used to

walk past this church, and I would look up, and I would just feel so

insignificant.

Powerful!

You know?

I don't know, it's hard to explain something about this place. It's like

-key, like really good energy.

It's literally the perfect place for my new recording studio.

A recording studio.

Kind of a slate, right?

It is slate, yes.

Yes. Um, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but there seems to be something

heavy weighing on your soul.

Okay, that's so spooky. Um, how did you know that?

I just feel it.

Everything I tell you is, like, confidential, right?

Yeah, well, uh...

You need a priest to administer the sacrament of reconciliation, but your

secrets are safe with me.

Okay, okay, so... I have been with the same producer for 13 years.

He's the one who took little Elena Jacobs from Kansas City and turned her

Elijah at Pop Phenomenon, and I will be grateful to him for, like, ever.

Won't we all?

But I think I'm outgrowing him.

And, and, and, I don't know, what if I don't know how to be Elijah? Without

like, like, what if I jump and I just... Oh, well,

you remind me of a young nun I once knew.

She was full of doubts when she first came to this place.

She questioned herself, her path in life.

She questioned her faith, even.

That young nun was me.

Oh, my God. Yeah.

Until one day I was sweeping the bell tower.

Here, I'll show you. It's just right up there. It was an ordinary day, and

I looked out the western window, and I saw the sky turn orange and

crimson, and all of a sudden the city was just covered with divine light,

And pure.

And I heard him.

Clear as a bell.

And I found my path that day.

And I never once strayed from it.

Well, what did he say?

Oh, I keep his secrets.

The same as I keep yours.

But I leave the door to the belfry open in case any of the sisters find

themselves at a spiritual crossroad.

And I think tonight's sunset is at 542 sharp.

You okay?

You look a little pale.

I've been thinking about nuns. Twelve years of Catholic school will do that to

you. Just drop it.

So, you know this Elijah person?

Oh, yeah, it's hard not to. They're always playing that one song in my deli.

It's something like that, that, that, that, that. In your pants, in your

Remind me not to go to your deli.

I was in the chapel for evening prayer when I heard the bell ring and

then a scream.

And then, you know, thud. This scream, was it more of a...

Or... I

guess the second one.

You don't scream like that if you're planning on jumping. According to the

her injuries are consistent with the fall, except with a contusion on her

So, someone hit her?

Or something.

Bill?

Scream. Thud.

Oh, yes, it is. It is.

It's upsetting.

I rang the bell.

Is this my fault? Did I kill her? Oh, hey, hey.

Please don't cry.

You ever hear this one?

A cop, a nun, and a lawyer walk into a church.

Or is it a... It's a bar.

Or is it a priest, a nun, and a chicken?

I'll get it.

You're very kind.

Reverend Mother.

Sister Darby, go to your room and compose yourself.

I'll check on you before it lights out.

Yes, Mother.

Uh, whoop.

Oh, sorry, you have a death bunny.

This is why I don't wear black.

Shows everything.

I'm Elspeth Tassioni. I'm with the police.

Mother Constance Mary Cabot. I'm Mother Superior of the Convent of Our Lady of

Grace and Mercy.

I thought Elspeth Tassioni was mouthful.

Maybe you can help me with this. Why did you have a pop star in

your bell tower?

Well, I suppose it was her bell tower.

I had just accepted her generous offer to purchase our convent.

What did she want with a convent?

I'm not sure, but the money would have done the church so much good. She did a

walkthrough this afternoon, and she was very unhappy when I told her that the

bell tower was strictly off -limits. It fell into disrepair years ago, and

it's remained locked ever since.

Well, it certainly wasn't locked tonight, was it?

Yep. Looks like someone jammed something in it to break it open.

Probably didn't take too much. This door looks like it's about 100 years old.

200.

Yeah.

One set of prints going up.

She was alone.

Looking like a clear -cut accident.

But what was here?

Oh, like a little puzzle game.

Ding, ding, ding.

to match.

This sign was moved.

Danger do not enter.

Why would she ignore such a big sign?

Well, locked door didn't stop her. I don't imagine a sign would. Or maybe she

didn't see it. But if she saw it, why would Aliyah turn the

sign?

Um, if I could be of no more use, I promised Sister Darby I would visit her

before.

Lights out. She's in a very delicate state.

Good night.

What on earth possessed that girl to climb up a 200 -year -old bell tower in

first place? Well, Captain, here are just a few of Elijah's sonic titles.

Uh, snorted, wet spot, wasted with you, one word, double vodka soda, blackout.

I get the point, thank you. Now, we're still waiting for the tox report, but my

guess is this was just a stupid accident, likely under the influence of

in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Elizabeth, you've been awfully quiet.

I'm trying to be better at waiting my turn.

My turn?

I have doubts.

And why is that?

I saw a sign.

Oh, not that kind of sign. There was a do not enter sign that was moved out of

the way of the staircase.

Oh, please.

Okay.

So. If Aliyah moved the sign, why would she go through the effort of turning it

to face the wall? Watch.

I'm Aliyah. They're the staircase. The sign's the sign. Okay?

There's the easy way to do it.

Right? Or the unnecessarily

difficult way. And if Aliyah broke the

lock, what did she use? She only had her phone on her.

And what about the cell phone? Anything that might fill in some gaps?

One thing. The last text she sent was to her producer, Shane Sills.

Need to talk.

The important.

Not one of those words was spelled correctly.

And get this.

Hashtag burn in hell. Shane Sills is trending worldwide.

The entire internet is blaming him for her death.

Oh. Either him or God.

Well, we can't interrogate God, so let's see if we can talk to that producer,

see what he knows about Aliyah Jade's final moments.

And, Elgret, see if you can figure out what was going through Aliyah Jade's

before she went up that tower.

I think Teddy might be a fan. Maybe he knows something.

And yes, it was sexual and garish, but in a self -referential and ironic sort

way. It was commentary on the commodification of girlhood. It was her

-selling album.

And how many albums did she have?

Seven. Okay.

Seven studio albums.

Six sold -out tours. And nearly 40 million albums sold. What a busy

peeper. Yeah, but the person who profited the most was always Shane. He

her. Her fans, called her gems, hate him. They think he led her down a bad

Fights with the paparazzi, the cheating scandal, then wardrobe malfunction at

the tree lighting ceremony.

There have been rumors for months that she was dropping his label.

How did... Did someone as prolific as Aliyah have time to burn out like this?

She was front page news every other week.

Speaking of, I didn't want to say anything until it was official, and it's

official official yet. Teddy's getting his first byline.

Wait, what?

Teddy!

That's amazing!

Amazing! What's the story?

It's about Alec Bloom, sort of. In his stump speech, he mentions this MTA

employee named Pete who used to share sandwiches with him when he was living

the street as a kid. I thought, you know, there's a story. A city employee

fed the future mayor of New York. Hello.

Practically writes itself.

Yeah, I wish it would.

My editor wants it by end of week, and I still have to find the guy.

Oh, okay.

Well...

We know his first name.

We know his job.

We know he likes sandwiches.

Yeah, well, I combed through the member rosters of the New York Transit Workers

Union from 1987 to 1994, and I found 68 Peters, and I've already called Peters A

through E.

That's my boy.

All right, is this going to take much longer? I've got a dinner reservation at

Veeve. Well, we're just trying to understand a lot of head space at the

the accident, and you knew her better than anybody else.

And yet, you don't seem particularly broken up by her death.

I'm not sad.

I'm pissed. Do you have any idea how much harder it's going to be to finish

album now?

Uh, I imagine a lot.

Thankfully, not impossible.

See, I own Aliyah Jade, so to speak. Her masters, her image, the whole shebang.

But you're missing the pop star.

Not really.

See, I have access to her cloud, which gives me access to every lyric that ever

popped into her head, every rough demo, and enough raw voice notes for at least

two more albums. If she so much as sang in the shower, I own it.

That makes me feel yucky.

She accomplished quite a lot in her short life. How did she find the time to

become such a handful?

You're talking about the bender?

I planted those stories to give her some edge.

No one wants a boring pop star.

Aliyah kept a crazy schedule.

In reality, she lived like a, uh... A nun?

Sure. Oh, speaking of nuns, I guess this means the nuns get to keep their home

now. Oh, no, not a chance. That's prime Manhattan real estate. I've already been

in touch with the archdiocese. If we hurry up... We should be able to have an

Eliah Jade hologram concert ready in time for Easter.

She has risen.

Oh, Mr. Princess!

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I'm sorry to drop in like this. I didn't get a chance to thank you for your

kindness to Sister Darby last night. A small token of our thanks. Oh.

And I hope to entice you to join us for our food drive this weekend.

It'll be our last before we go.

Oh. I would love to join. Thank you. Oh, this is so kind

of you.

Sister? Oh, honey.

How sweet of you. The sisters used to keep hives in our courtyard before the

colony collapsed.

Maybe these feelings are about the collapse of a different colony.

The news has been very hard on the sisters.

Well, from how Mother Constance spoke of it, the sale sounded like a good thing.

She approved of it herself.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Mother Constance wanted nothing to do with the sale. I have never seen her

angry in my life.

Elsbeth, can I make a confession?

Do you maybe want a lawyer first?

During prayers, I ask God to do something, anything, to stop

the sale of the convent. And he must have heard me.

Because when the clock struck six, my prayers were answered, and I feel so

guilty. Oh, sister.

You can't blame yourself for having hope, right?

Here.

Wait. You said six.

Don't the bells ring after evening prayers end?

That's right.

At six o 'clock.

Unless Sister Darby is late again.

Bless you, Sister.

Oh! It wasn't wrong place, wrong time. The wrong time was the wrong time.

Is this some kind of riddle?

The bells were supposed to ring at 6 o 'clock sharp, but the 911 call came in

545. Elizabeth.

Do you want to guess the odds of going up a tower the one time the bells rang

the wrong time in over 200 years? This was no accident.

Elizabeth, we have a confession.

Meet Stanley Culpepper, Aliyah Jade's alleged killer.

Who the heck is that?

What's not working for you? We have footage of him standing outside her

apartment in the convent. His pocket knife is the perfect size for breaking

lock on the belfry. His phone has 32 gigs of photos of Aliyah around the

Oh, and let's not forget, he confessed.

He's lying.

Let me try something.

Hi, Stan.

Can you remind me, why did you kill Eliah Jade?

I didn't like her.

Between us, I didn't care for her either.

She was always so fake.

You know what I mean? Did you know her real name?

Alyssa Jurgland from St.

Louis. And I never really got her music either. It was always so simple,

shallow. If I have to hear that song, Dry Patch, one more time.

It's Wet Spot.

The song is called Wet Spot. And she was Alana Jacobs from Kansas City. Not

Alyssa Jurgis from St. Louis.

Do your research, people.

For God's sakes, the woman was a genius.

He's not a killer. He's a gem.

A fan with no place to put his love.

The, uh, Alaya Jade phone case was my first clue.

I just wanted to be part of her story.

You were willing to go to prison just to feel closer to her?

I still would. Do you know why Eli went up into the bell tower?

No, but maybe the woman in the black dress knows.

I took pictures.

Hi, I'm looking for Mr. Peter Hannigan.

I'm not interested in buying anything.

No, Mr. Hannigan, I'm a researcher for the New York View. I was hoping to ask

you a few questions about your time working for the MTA.

Oh, okay.

I know this is a long shot, but do you happen to remember ever meeting a young

boy, probably around 12, sleeping in the East Broadway station? This would have

been around 1990, give or take.

And if so, did you feed him sandwiches?

Yes, yes, of course.

In the East Broadway station.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry. I mean, I'm so happy to have found you, Mr. Hannigan.

I don't... Care that it's load -bearing. It's ugly.

Figure it out.

Mother.

Mother.

How can I help you?

Well, I guess I should commend you on your bravery going through with the

purchase after what's happened.

Well, I'm not exactly afraid of being smited. Oh, it isn't God that you should

be worried about. No, actually, millions believe that God rightfully struck

Aliyah down.

But millions of her fans believe that you had a hand in her death.

And by going through with the purchase, it's like you're putting a target on

your back that'll walk around with you for the rest of your life.

That's you, right?

Because if you zoom in really close, you can see a little dust bunny.

I repeat, she asked to see the bell tower.

I told her it was off limits. Right. You mentioned that she was unhappy about

that, but she doesn't look very unhappy here.

It's the camera angle.

Ah.

Do you believe in God, Miss Tassione?

Oh.

Uh... I guess I don't know.

I really want to.

I encourage the sisters to ask questions.

Doubts strengthen faith.

They're very lucky to have such a wise mother superior.

Mother Superior is a title I don't wear lightly. I am an authority figure, yes,

but also a spiritual guide, a protector, and most of all, a parent.

Oh, that's a lot of hats for one person to wear.

And trust me, I know hats.

As I was saying,

the sisters often come to me at a crossroads, and it's my duty to point

the right path, as it was done for me.

Wow. You seem very good at that.

Which reminds me, would you mind pointing me to Sister Darby?

I don't believe it.

We watch Father Crime every single week, and you know Father Darby?

He's so dreamy.

He's less interesting in person.

You really don't have to help me. But many hands make light work.

And I'm having a lovely time.

I have another question, though.

Do you like wearing the same thing every day? Because me, I'll sometimes do four

or five outfits in an afternoon.

My habit is my wedding dress. How lucky am I that I get to wear it every day?

Wow, that is so special.

Wow.

I wish I could wear my wedding dress every day.

The marriage, not so great.

But the dress?

Sometimes I worry I'm not very good at being a nun.

What? What makes you say that?

I keep messing things up. The gardening, the bells.

It's why I'm on dishwashing duty.

I dropped four dishes yesterday.

You're not perfect.

No one expects you to be.

Not even God.

Mother Constance does.

Especially when it comes to the bells.

The sisters live by the bell.

Sister Darby, the night Aliyah died, The 6 p .m. evening prayer bells rang at

the wrong time.

According to the security footage from the building across the street, the

rang at 6 a .m., noon, and 5 .42 p .m. That's not possible.

I double -checked my watch.

Triple -checked.

I took it off while I was washing the dishes to keep it dry.

Was there anyone else in here with you while you were washing up?

Sisters brought me their dishes.

Mother Constance watched over me.

I don't think... If the bells are off by so much as 30 seconds, Mother Constance

scolds me.

I imagine 18 whole minutes would get me excommunicated.

And yet, she never said anything.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It has been three days since my last confession.

I have committed a mortal sin.

No sin is greater than God's mercy.

I...

may have encouraged that young woman to climb the bell tower.

I'm afraid that if the police were to continue their investigation, what they

might uncover could do irreparable harm to the church and to your

chances of becoming bishop.

I'm sorry, Captain, but your officers and whatever this woman is won't be

welcome again without a warrant. You said it yourselves, this was a clear

accident. Monsignor Frank, we are simply trying to rule out the possibility of

foul play.

By dropping in to do the dishes, the sisters choose to live their lives in

contemplation and prayer, not on Sesame Street.

They've suffered enough these past few days, and this... unnecessary police

presence has become an upsetting distraction.

I really didn't mean to be a distraction.

It just sort of happened.

There are questions about this case that are still unanswered. Then get a

warrant. Good luck convincing a judge that a flipped danger sign is probable

cause. Oh, and know that the church's very experienced lawyers are standing

Good day.

I haven't been scolded by a priest since I was 16 cutting geometry.

You've been upsetting the nuns?

I've been upsetting one nun in particular.

Well, we're not welcome. So we've got to figure out a new way to get to each of

that nunnery.

Ladies, good morning.

Ding dong. Look who I brought.

We're here for the community food drive.

What's the hardest part of playing a priest on TV?

Probably all the push -ups.

Miss Cassione, I am surprised to see you here, since you were specifically told

you were no longer welcome.

Right. Sister Frances invited me to volunteer. I wanted to help.

You think I'm stupid enough to believe that?

No, no, no, no.

Really, I'm just trying to do something good. And how is distracting the sisters

with carnal temptation doing anyone any good?

We could use a few more hands out there to help unload the trucks. Two more just

showed up.

Trucks?

Everybody, Jack put out a call for donations, and it is amazing what a

guest will do for turnout.

Really no need to thank me.

I try to be selfless.

What can I say?

I'm method.

You may stay.

Please don't make me regret this.

At least tuck the shirt in.

Marissa, I told you, this isn't a campaign photo op. Of course it isn't,

churches are a 501c3 and can't endorse candidates.

Alec, you came.

Oh, and you too, Marissa.

Well, no New Yorker should be going hungry.

No, let me get that. Thank you. Why don't you head over to Sister Ann, and

she'll get you settled in. And remember, lift with your legs.

Yes. Oh, Elspeth, we can't thank you enough. Oh, of course.

But I think I upset Mother Constance by being here. I feel a little guilty.

You've just described my whole life. She means well, but she wasn't always like

this.

Really? How so?

Between us, she had quite the rebellious spirit back in the day. Our old

superior, Mother Mary Phyllis, was so harsh on her.

that she found some secret spot to escape her watchful eye.

This secret spot.

You shouldn't sneak up on people like that. Haven't you seen Vertigo?

What are you searching for?

Oh, uh, well, I guess I've been searching for a sense of purpose.

To know that I'm making a positive difference in the world. In my belfry.

What are you searching for in my belfry? Oh, right.

Sorry.

I believe that, uh...

This stuff belongs to you? That belonged to a girl I no longer recognize.

A lifetime ago, I used to come up here to hide from my penance, from my mother

superior. Of course, she caught me, and she charged me with cleaning the belfry.

That's when I heard the call.

I stood here at this very window, and that's when I saw it. The sky

opened, and I saw it.

God's divine light, gold and pure.

He showed me my path that day to lead and protect the sisters of Our Lady

of Grace and Mercy.

I don't need divine light, but I am searching for

answers. Try as I might.

I can't understand what made Aliyah come up here.

God, in his infinite wisdom, he gave us free will.

I don't question how others use it.

But Aliyah didn't have free will.

She signed a deal with the devil at 14 and gave it away.

She wasn't the type of person to disobey.

She wasn't like you, so...

Why did she come up here exactly when she did?

Perhaps we'll never know.

If only she were here herself to tell us.

Leave my conference.

Now.

Why won't you just admit that you feel something?

Alec is smart. He's kind.

He's hot.

Alec is great.

He really is, but I just don't see it. He's a friend.

A friend who takes time off the campaign trail to help you lift boxes at a

church. Sure.

Uh, listen to Resurrection, the latest single by Aliyah Jade. What the hell is

this?

Shane said he had enough raw recordings to make two albums. Boy, he didn't waste

any time.

I can't stomach this. Anyone need a drink?

Wait, go back.

Did you hear that?

What? Hear what?

I know why Eliah Jade went up that bell tower.

My dear sisters, our time together is coming to an end, but I won't rest until

each of you are settled in your new home.

Detective, I thought I made myself clear. You and your officers are no

welcome here without a search warrant.

Sorry, Father, we don't have a search warrant, but we do have an arrest

On what grounds?

Forgive me, Mother, but you have sinned a lot.

For example, thou shalt not bear false witness.

When you said you accepted Aliyah's offer for the good of the church, but

according to Sister Frances, you rejected that offer, only to have the

archdiocese go over your head.

Thou shalt not steal. And yet, you put Sister Darby on dishwashing duty so you

could swipe her watch and change the time.

Why would I do that?

Because you knew you could get Aliyah Jade to stand at the western window of

that bell tower at the exact...

Time that she would ring the bell. Which brings us to thou shalt not

kill. Miss Tassione, I am a woman of faith.

But even I understand the burden of proof.

What was it you said?

If only Aliyah were here to tell us herself.

Light, gold, and pure.

Well, that sounds familiar.

Isn't that how you described the sunset, which made you dedicate your life to

God and to this convent? This is preposterous. The woman is dead. Even if

Reverend Mother had spoken to her about the bell tower, how could she have

recorded this?

Now, now, now, this is it. This is the one.

I lose myself in your allure, your divine light, gold and pure.

Shane still has access to Elias Cloud.

That voice note was recorded at 5 .28 p .m., 14 minutes before she climbed the

bell tower.

At 5 .42 p .m., the exact time of the sunset.

You knew you could inspire Eliah Jade to go up that bell tower with the promise

of salvation.

And you used Sister Darby to smite her yourself.

And all because you couldn't bear to see your home turned into a recording

studio.

Mother Constance, is this true?

No.

Then swear to God.

Swear a solemn oath in truth, in justice, and in judgment.

I can't.

Can you please forgive me?

It's not our forgiveness you need to ask for, Mother.

Constance Mary Cabot.

You are under arrest for the murder of Elijah.

I just wanted to save our home.

I'm so sorry I wasn't able to do that.

Oh, don't worry.

I did.

Sort of. It turns out our very successful food drive got a lot of press

the attention of the Landmarks Preservation Commission. By law, not

the convent not be demolished, but it must be fully restored to its former

glory.

It's a miracle!

The Lord works in mysterious ways.

Thank you, Elizabeth.

For giving our convent a second life.

Well, it's in good hands, Mother Frances.

Besides, it was all Alec. It was all you.

I made the calls because you asked.

This was all you. It was a lot of me, too, but it's fine.

Optically speaking, it's a big fat jackpot for all of us.

Hey, guys.

This is... I'd recognize that face anywhere.

It's good to see you again, Mr. Hannigan. You haven't changed.

And I don't recognize you at all.

It's been a while, yes.

We'll have to catch up properly.

Now, come, come.

It's time for our group photo. Oh, I don't think I should be in it. Get in

photo, Elspeth.

Thank you again for doing this, Mr. Hannigan. It means a lot to Alec.

Who?

Alec Bloom, the mayoral candidate.

What happened to Koch?

Mr.

Hannigan... Alec Bloom is the boy from your story. Remember?

Oh, yeah, of course I remember.

I took him to the Grand Canyon.

Mr. Hannigan, you do remember helping a boy who slept in the East Broadway

station in the winter of 1989, right?

Mr. Hannigan, we're waiting on you.

Okay,

everybody, big smiles.

I want to see Happy Nun.

How's my wimple?

It's good.

Look at your mom.

Tell me she isn't falling for Alec Bloom.