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The music's comforting, isn't it?

Have some tea, George?

No, thanks.

I always like a cup of hot tea
in the afternoon

drink it slowly.

It helps empty the mind.

It's a minor blessing,
but not one to be sneezed at.

It's good with lemon.

Father Roth,
it's taken me a month

to work my courage up to tell you
what I'm going to tell you now.

Yes?

I want to leave this parish.

I'm going to ask the bishop
for a change.

That's an understandable impulse.

It's no impulse, father,
I-I've been wrestling with it

for two months now.

St. Stephens is a fine church

but I don't have to tell you
what it's like.

You've been here long enough,
you know.

Yes. I know.

I find it impossible
to serve these people.

Poor people are difficult
to serve, George.

But it isn't poverty, father.

They are weary and small,
without a spark in them that..

There's no reaching them.

We should have some tea, George

A cup of tea won't change my views

about this dreary,
godforsaken parish.

I dislike sermonizing
during my tea time

but God's warriors must always
be ready for battle

even over the teacups.

Sit down, George.
Pull up a chair.

It's not wise to be too sure

of the right way to do good,
George.

Priests believe it's their job
to bring God to the people

but sometimes it's the people
who bring God to the priest.

That's what happened to me.

I was once just like you.

A little bitter

and wondering how it was
possible to bring faith

into so dreary
and unspiritual a place

as this parish.

And then a curious thing
happened, a murderer

a youth with blood and sin on him

brought me nearer to God.

A murderer
strengthened your faith, father?

Brought me nearer to God.

It's a small but a vital difference.

His name was Martin Lynn.

His mother
was a fine hardworking woman.

His father took to drink,
held up a store

and committed suicide

while the police were coming
to arrest him.

This was when the boy
was 13 or 14 years old.

Under the laws of the church

my predecessor, Father Kirkman

had to refuse a suicide
Christian burial.

When this happened

the boy preferred to think
of the church as a brute

instead of his father.

And religion became a swindle
and a sham to him.

That's how Martin solved
his problem for a time.

It was a bitter, tragic solution.

And yet it was because of
Martin Lynn that I'm still here now

and full of conviction that I am
in the midst of a holy place.

He was just a lad
working in a flower shop

when I first knew him

driving a truck,
delivering flowers.

- Hi, Marty.
- Hi.

- For you.
- Boy, do I hate flowers.

Hi. You got to the orchids,
Martin?

Yes, Mr. Swanson.

Did we get a good buy?

I got them for half
of what they usually cost.

Good boy.

Made all the deliveries already?

I didn't stop for lunch.
I want to get home early.

I hate to bring this up,
Mr. Swanson

but I've been working here
for four years now.

Four years? Just imagine.

Well, I take an interest,
like with those orchids.

Whenever I can,
I try to save you money.

And I appreciate it.

My mother's still sick. I got
doctor bills, medicine bills.

They raised the rent,
I'm wearing the same clothes.

I just can't make ends meet.

I'd like to give you a rise,
Martin, you deserve it.

But this is a small shop.

We've had a lot of expenses.

You promised me that last year,
Mr. Swanson.

I didn't press you.
I can't wait any longer.

I gotta send my mother to Arizona.

She'll never get any better here.

I'd go to Arizona, too,
if I could afford it.

I'm an old man, Martin.
I've put in my years.

I don't want a favor,
just pay me what I'm worth.

You'll have a job here as long
as I live, Martin, believe me.

As soon as I see my way clearer,
you'll get a raise.

You don't have to ask.
Trust me, I'm a real friend.

If you are a friend, help me.

- Let me think about it.
- What is there to think about?

Well, I have to check
with my bookkeeper.

We'll talk about it next week.

Uh, don't be upset.

Remember, I'm your friend.

- Goodnight, fellows.
- 'Goodnight, Marty.'

Hi, stranger.

Hi.

Where have you been
for the last three weeks?

- What have you been doing?
- Oh, I've been busy.

Staying up nights counting my money

Hey, hey, what are we celebrating?

Oh, it's a big occasion
when I get to see you.

Can I help it if I'm so popular?

Where is your roommate?

Marge left for the east.
I'm all alone now.

Ah, it's a break for me.

This place is too expensive
for one person.

I have to look
for another roommate.

I wish you didn't.

- I wish I could.
- I wish you could.

Yeah.

Yeah, we are right back wishing it.

Well, the rent's paid until the 1st.

As long as I still have the stove
we can have dinner here every night.

Just like we were married?

Not quite.

Pour the wine.

- Martin.
- Yeah?

Why don't we get married?

Do I have to tell you?

I-if it's money,
we'll never get married.

Money? What's money?

I just drive a truck for a front.

Come on, drink up, Julie.

We found each other.

We are lucky people.

Hello? Oh, just a minute.

- It's for you.
- For me?

Hello?

Mrs. Lally?

When?

Did you send for the doctor?

How is she now?

She is sleeping.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Sure, thanks.

My mother had another attack.

She shouldn't have gone out today.

She's out of danger, isn't she?

Yeah, she's sleeping.

Sit down. I'll get dinner.
It's ready.

I can't.
She'll be asking for me.

Just for a little while?

I haven't seen you in three weeks.

I-I worked late last night

just so
I could get off early today

and-and make things nice for you.

If I could just send her
to Arizona like the doctor said

she'd get better.

I tried, Julie,
you don't know how hard I tried

but I can't, I can't get
the money, that's how it is.

It's driving me crazy,
but what can I do?

You tell me.

- What am I supposed to do?
- Wait.

I've been waiting
ever since I met you.

- How long?
- I don't know! Wait!

There's no room for me, I can see.

Oh, what are you talking?

I love you, Julie.

How can you love me?
You never see me.

I love you, Julie.

I love you.

Martin?

'Where are you, Martin?'

I'm here, mother.

Why do you keep
looking out the window?

Some day we are gonna take
one of those trains.

I'm gonna get you out of here.
That's all you need to get well.

I'm trying to get better,
Martin, I'm trying.

Try and get some sleep.

Light up the Madonna.

Oh, you prayed enough, mother.
Close your eyes, try to sleep.

She's in the dark, Martin.
I can't see her.

Here.

Why doesn't Father Roth come?

You mustn't give up, mother.

You got to get better.

What's to become of you, Martin?

You've got to get well, mother.

You've got to.

'Well, what was the morning..
Sheriff Jake?'

'You kidding?'

'How about..'

Oh.

'I'll take, uh, two dollars..'

Mrs. Lally!

Yeah, and the same thing
on this cake. Yeah.

My mother is dying.

Everything's been done
that can be done, Martin.

The doctor did his best.

- Yeah.
- She can't die.

I won't let her!
We've gotta do something!

There's nothing we can do, Martin.

She's in God's hands.

Don't talk to me about God.
He never did anything for her.

All you can do for her now,
Martin, is to pray.

She prayed all her life,
never missed a morning mass.

'She was a slave to the church.'

They took every dime
she could lay her hands on!

- Stop hollering, will you?
- Martin, people will hear you.

- I don't care who hears me!
- Well, call me back.

You better
send for the priest, Martin.

A priest can do her no good.

I'm expecting an important call.

Well, if you want
a private call, Mr. Craig

why don't you have one
put in your flat?

- Who are you calling?
- Father Roth.

I told you I don't want no priest.

You're doing wrong, Martin.

- That's my nickel, Mr. Craig.
- Yeah.

- Mr. Craig, my mother's dying.
- I got my own troubles, Martin.

Just do like the doctor
told you, Martin.

If you need me, call.

Hello, Mo?

What do you mean...
are no good no more?

How am I gonna get even?

I'll get you the 31 bucks.
I'll get it, I'll get it.

Have some cheese, Thomas.

No thanks.

What I'd really like
is some cantaloupe.

Cantaloupe? Hm, whatever
made you think of that?

They are in season now,
quite reasonable this year.

- The stores are full of them.
- Hm.

Must been 20 years
since I've tasted cantaloupe

and I've learned not to miss it.

Self denial is a virtue,
but why extend it to cantaloupe?

Mary Jane would like to see you,
father.

Have her wait.

She seemed disturbed.
She says it's urgent.

Have her wait.

Everything is always urgent.

- 'You'll have to wait.'
- 'But I can't wait.'

'It's about his niece.'

Come in here.

What about my niece?

Come on, come on, speak up.

Rita's gone,
packed all her things and left.

I tried to stop her,
but she wouldn't listen.

- Gone where?
- With Malcolm.

His divorce became final. That's
all they've been waiting for.

No church will marry them.

And Rita will never marry
outside the church.

But she is, father. They are
going to have a civil ceremony.

- Where?
- At the Justice of the Peace.

Over in Lakeview.
I promised her I wouldn't tell.

But I felt it was my duty
to come to you, father.

You've done your duty,
Mary Jane,. you can go now.

I've got to stop her.

How? She is of age.

I-I can't understand that girl.

I tried so hard
to bring her up right.

You tried too hard.

You tried to make the church
her whole life.

You never asked her
what she wanted.

I can't do anything with her,
but she'll listen to you.

You can stop her,
you can bring her back.

You've got to do this for me,
Thomas.

Please bring her back, please try.

You know I'd do anything for
you I could, father. I'll try.

You have the gift
of being able to reach people.

I sensed it the first day
that you walked into my rectory.

It's a blessing
that's been denied me.

I devoted a lifetime
to the people of this parish

yet I wonder
if I ever reached anyone.

Oh, hurry, please.

- Hello?
- 'Hello, Mrs. Davis?'

- Yes.
- 'This is Mrs. Lally..'

- 'She needs Father Roth.'
- Yes, of course.

It's Mrs. Lally on the phone.

She'd like Father Roth to come
and see Mrs. Lynn tonight.

Well, tell her
Father Roth has gone on a call.

- I'll come myself.
- But..

She asked for Father Roth.
He's been seeing her.

I see..

Will you remember
to tell Father Roth?

I'm leaving
as soon as I finish the dishes.

Very well.

Mrs. Lally,
Father Roth is out on a call.

He'll come over
as soon as he returns.

But Father Kirkman could come.

Well, you know the trouble

there was with Father Kirkman
when Mr. Lynn died.

I think
we better wait for Father Roth.

Thank you, anyway.

Martin, I don't like to interfere

but I know what your mother wants.

I've sent for Father Roth.

'It's what she wants, Martin.'

Mother doesn't want anything.

She'll never want anything again.

You poor boy. You poor boy.

Stay with her, Mrs. Lally, I..

I gotta make arrangements
for the funeral.

'She's gonna make you
give me my doll.'

'You give me my doll.'

'You get it. I'm gonna throw
your gun out the window.'

- 'Hurry up.'
- 'Get it.'

'Just because you can't give me
my gun..'

'The second race coming..'

'Paying $44.50..'

'...27.40 and 13.10.
Number 6 keep..'

Hey, Martin, do me a favor back
me, will you, will you, kid?

Make sure it's a sports fun.

'$84.50.'

My mother's dead.

'One minute 25 seconds.'

Well, tough.

I gotta make arrangements
for the funeral.

'...first race number
three Madam Leone was first.'

Wait a second.

Come on in, kid.

'You look like you are
about ready to keel over.'

Let me get you
a hot cup of coffee.

Irene.

Put a light on the coffee.
And how about something to eat?

There's nothing in the house.

Go down to the delicatessen
and get something.

What do I am supposed
to use for money?

You got personality, use that.

Sit down, kid.

You are in no condition
to go making arrangements

all by yourself.

People will take advantage of you.

Everyone's out for a take,
you remember that, Martin.

And they wait
for opportunities like this.

Some people got no character.

What you need is a friend
to go along with you, check.

She's got to have a fine funeral.

Sure, and you can have it

but you got to know
how to go about it.

How much insurance
did you mother leave?

- None.
- None?

I couldn't keep up the payments.

Fine things are expensive,
you got to pay for 'em.

Nobody is giving anything away.

I'll pay.
I don't care what it costs.

I don't care
how long it takes to pay for it.

Nobody lends you money,
a kid like you

driving a truck delivering flowers
making 30 bucks a week.

You're a bad risk.

Money, money, that's all
that counts in this rat race.

If you got it,
they'll bury her like a queen.

If you ain't,
they'll pack her in a box

and shovel a hole in the ground.

I feel for you, Martin.

What your mother went through
in this rotten world

she ought to go out in style
like a somebody.

The world owes it to her.

It's a rich world
but it hates to give.

You got to take.

Somewhere out there
someone owes you something.

'All you got to do
is have the nerve to collect.'

It doesn't take much
to poison a young man's soul

particularly, a soul full of pain

and helplessness and shame.

Yes, I've always thought
shame was at the bottom

of poor Martin's anger

shame for his father's wrongdoing.

But he couldn't hate his father

so he turned his hate
on the church and its laws.

We had done him
and his mother wrong

not the weak unhappy man
who had done criminal and suicide.

Into such a sick ear,
the devil needs only whisper.

And he did.

Father Kirkman!

- Father Kirkman.
- Yes?

Yes?

I rang the bell,
you didn't answer.

I didn't hear.
The housekeeper must have gone.

I rang twice, I called at you
through the window.

What is it, boy? Who are you?

- Don't you know me anymore?
- Have I seen you before?

I haven't stepped inside
a church since my father died.

You look familiar, boy,
but I seem to have forgotten.

I'll never forget.
I was with my mother.

She came to plead with you
about my father.

Hm. What's your name, boy?

Martin Lynn.

Oh, yes, I remember now.

Hm. Your mother's a devout woman.

Never misses mass. Fine woman.

- How is she these days?
- Don't you know?

I don't get around much anymore.

I seem to have lost touch
with people.

It's the price one pays
in growing old.

You lose touch with old friends.

You were never a friend to us.

I did what I could for your father.

You did nothing.

My mother got down there
on her knees

and begged for my father,
and you did nothing.

It was too late.

Your father put himself
beyond the pale of the church.

I couldn't bury him
in consecrated ground.

He was a suicide.

That was also long ago.

Why have you come here tonight?

So angry.

Your mother wouldn't want you
to come here like this.

What do you want?

You got to do something
about my mother.

She's ill?

She's dead.

My mother's dead!
Do you hear me? She's dead!

I hear you. Don't shout.

She died tonight, all alone.

- Why didn't you call me?
- For what?

You denied her the last rites?
I can't understand you.

Don't try to,
that's not what I came for.

Then tell me
why you have come here.

My mother gave her life
to the church.

Now it's the time for the church
to pay her back.

You got to give her a fine
funeral, you owe it to her.

- I've come to collect.
- Oh, you're angry, boy.

You're angry at death.
It doesn't do any good.

She was cheated all her life.
She's not gonna be cheated now.

Give me the name and the address.

I told you.
Have you forgotten already?

Martin Lynn.

1218 West Clark Street.

I-I want a lot of flowers, you..

You can get all you want
from Swanson. I-I know.

I work from him,
he can't refuse you.

It isn't the flowers that matter.

- But i-it does to me.
- I'll see what I can do.

You're not gonna pack her in a box

and shovel a hole in the ground
when no one's looking.

She's got to go like,
like a somebody.

I want a fine sermon
and-and a good plot of land.

I-I want her to go with something
something to remember.

What is all this nonsense
about an expensive funeral?

Your mother was a simple woman.

To you maybe, to you she was
just another shabby woman

dropping coins in the poor box.

But to me, to me..

...she was my mother.

She's got to have the best.

What you want
would cost a lot of money.

You have money,
my mother's money.

A life time of donations.
Spend it on her!

Father Roth
repeat your nice sermon

and I'll add it to my mass.

But a big funeral.
This is a poor parish.

- We have no money.
- You can fix it with people.

Do for her
like you do for the rich.

I can't give it to you.

You must be resigned
as your mother was.

I won't be!
What did it get my mother?

Misery and a short life!

You're overwrought, boy.
Calm yourself.

You haven't the money
for a big funeral

and that's the end of it.

Go home, sleep,
you'll feel different tomorrow.

It stopped raining.

You better go now
before it starts again.

I'm calling a cab.

Uh, you look tired.

Could you send a cab
to St. Stephen's Rectory?

Right away.

Take this for the cab.

Oh, come,
I'll see you to the door.

Don't touch me.

- Then why don't you go?
- I'm not ready to go!

I've been patient with you,
but there's nothing more to say.

- I tell you to go.
- No!

I want a big funeral
for my mother.

I'm not gonna go to your promise
to give it to her.

I told you it was impossible
I told you this is a poor parish

and for the last time
I'm telling you

the answer is no, no, no!

I want a big funeral!

I don't want to see him.

You've been telling me that
all the way down here.

- Now go tell him.
- I could have been married.

And out of this town by now.
Why did you have to do it?

Because that's the only reason
you wanted to get married

to get out of town.

Father, Father Roth.

The police came
and took our Danny.

you've got to get him out,
he's the only one

working in the family.

- What did he do this time?
- Well..

My Danny is a good boy,
he didn't do nothing.

Just likes to carry a gun.

You should keep him home
at nights.

No one answers.

It's Mrs. Dennis' night off.
He doesn't hear the bell.

You go on home,
I'll go down to the station

and see what I can do.

'Operator, the police,
get me the police.'

It wasn't murder
that spoke out of poor Martin.

It was pain and the inability
to understand himself.

It may even have been
his own father he struck at

and not Father Kirkman.

God alone knows the answers
to such things.

What's all the commotion about?

What it'll be?

I'm hungry.

Yeah, that's it, I..
I haven't eaten all day.

Well, what will it be?

I want ham and eggs
and-and flapjacks

with lots of butter and syrup,
and coffee.

I'll take the coffee now.

Coffee.

'I'll take a lemon pie.'

Where is the wash room?

Just a second, buddy.

Any other exit in there?

Not unless you're a water rat.

Go ahead.

You live around here?

I asked you a question.

I haven't done anything.

Who said you done anything?

What do you want?

What are you sweating for?
It's not hot tonight.

- I don't feel good.
- What bothers you?

I'm sick.

He says he's sick.

What made you sick?

I don't know.

You felt good enough
to go to a movie.

I haven't been to a movie.

I haven't been to a movie
in a long time.

I saw you at the Galaxy tonight
with a girl.

- No, I wasn't with a girl.
- But you are at the Galaxy?

You were there?

No, I wasn't there.

How can I go to a movie
after what happened?

How could I?

What happened?

My mother died.

That's what happened,
my mother died!

Relax, son.

Somebody held up the cashier
at the Galaxy.

I'd nothing to do with it.
I tell you my mother just died.

If you had nothing to do with it
then you got nothing to worry about.

Stand up.

Stand up.

Who is Martin Lynn?

Me.

Why do you write your own name?

Afraid you're gonna forget
who you are?

What were you doing
at the Galaxy tonight?

- I was just walking by.
- Why did you run away?

- I didn't run.
- We saw you.

It was all those people, I was
surrounded, I had to go home.

Well, if you're in such a hurry
to go home

why did you stop here?

I'm hungry,
I haven't eaten all day.

Go ahead and eat.

- I don't feel like it.
- You said you were hungry.

Eat.

You want me to feed you?

Alright, let's go.

- Where?
- You're sick.

We're taking you home.

Hey, who's gonna pay
for this food?

Pay the man, you ordered it.

Let's go.

You know if anybody who'd gain
anything by his death?

Nobody.

- Except me, perhaps.
- You?

The parish
will probably be mine now.

You haven't gained much.

Did Father Kirkman have trouble
with any of the parishioners?

We have trouble all day long

but there was nothing
to bring on this.

A stranger doesn't walk into
a rectory and kill a priest.

It must have been someone
in the parish who hated him.

It may interest you to know,
Mandel

that Father Kirkman
not only spent 40 years here

but every dime that was left
with him

he didn't even hold out enough
for his own burial expenses.

- How could anyone hate him?
- I got to find a reason.

And an outsider would have none.

The killer is someone you know

probably,
someone you see every day.

I need your help, father.

- How can I help?
- Look, father.

We're dealing with
the most violent

and dangerous type of person.

He didn't come here to steal
he didn't carry a gun...

yet this man couldn't go on living

one more day
without coming here tonight

and killing a priest.

You know all the people
Father Kirkman dealt with

you know who they are.

You talk as if I know
who it is and won't tell.

- That's right.
- But I don't.

I think you do.

I don't see the world full
of crooks and killers, Mandel.

I'm not trying to shield anybody

but I can't give you the names
of all the people

we've had trouble with, you'd
have half the parish in jail.

I've had 'em there,
one time or another.

But for what?

Certainly nothing
that would lead to murder.

I wouldn't be too sure of that.

Ms. Conroy, you'll have
to come down to the station

make a statement in the morning.

It's just routine,
but I have to file a report.

Goodnight, father.

Oh, don't bother.
I know my way out.

Rita?

There's nothing to stop you now
from getting married

or going out of town
or doing anything you like.

You're free.
That should make you feel good.

I should feel bad, but I don't.
I don't feel free either.

What do you feel?

Empty.

Oh, Rita.

I promised your uncle
I'd look after you

if anything
should ever happen to him.

Thanks,
but I can look after myself.

When did you say your mother died?

- Tonight.
- Well..

- Where is she?
- I don't know.

Why don't you tell us the truth,
kid?

Did you stick up the Galaxy alone
or was there somebody with you?

- No!
- You didn't wanna do it.

- Did you?
- It was the other guy's idea.

- Wasn't it?
- Who was the other guy?

- No!
- Come on, tell us.

We'll let you go off easy.

You're a good kid.
We can see that.

- 'He made you do, didn't he?'
- Mrs. Lally.

She'll know where my mother is.

Mrs. Lally!

- Mrs. Lally!
- Alright, kid, let's go.

- Well, she's not home.
- Come on, let's go.

No, I can't go.
I gotta find my mother.

Come on.

Mr. Craig!

Mr. Craig!

He'll tell you my mother died.

- Mr. Craig!
- Let's go.

'Are you gonna stay up all night?'

Can't figure it.

What did they pick up the kid for?

Why didn't you open the door
and find out?

I don't know what the kid did.

Better to find out
before talking to any cops.

Where did you go tonight?

I didn't go anywhere,
I didn't leave the house.

How many times do I have
to tell you that?

I know what to say, what
I'm asking is where you went.

That's all you have to know. I
didn't leave the house tonight.

Okay, if you've been home
all night

it's time you were in bed.

What were you doing
in a warehouse yard?

I was taking a shortcut.

So you climbed a six-foot fence
to take a shortcut?

- Book him, attempted robbery.
- Let's go.

We picked this kid up
running away from the Galaxy.

Gave us a story
about his mother dying.

We took him home,
and there was no one there.

- It's true. Mrs. Lally can te--
- Shut up. Sit down.

Where is your mother?

She was right there in the bed
when I left.

Why did you leave her?

I went to make arrangements
for the funeral.

- At the Galaxy theater?
- No.

I was just passing the Galaxy.

- On your way where?
- To Murray's Mortuary.

Why did you have to go there?
Why didn't you just phone?

My mother's gotta have the best.

I wanted to see Murray myself.

She's got to have a fine funeral.

A fine funeral?

You got that kind of money?

No. That's what I wanted
to talk to Murray about.

- How I could pay for it.
- So held up the Galaxy.

- That would pay for it.
- No, you don't understand.

Then make me understand.

You see my mother died.

I have no father, I was alone.

I had to do something
to make it up to her.

- I don't believe you.
- It's the truth.

Then make me believe it.

- Look at me when I talk to you.
- What do you want me to say?

I want you to tell me
where you walked.

Oh. Light hurt your eyes?

Kill the lights.

Now, try to remember.

Well, take your time.

I remember walking by the church.

What church?

St. Stephen's.

Do you know Father Kirkman?

Yeah.

When did you seem him last?

I don't know. Father Roth
is my mother's priest.

When you were passing,
did you see anybody

leave the rectory or the church?

Yeah, I did see someone.

What did he look like?

Well, it was an old woman
coming out of the church.

- Know who she was?
- I think it was Mrs. Pearson.

- She owns the corner grocery--
- Check that.

How much longer are you gonna
keep me here asking questions?

- I've got to find my mother.
- Yeah.

We'll find your mother for you.

Book him, suspicion of robbery.

Good evening, father.
I guess you can go right in.

Thank you.

You take all the chances,
he gets all the profit.

What's his name?

Oh, hello, father.

Take him out, see if you can
help him remember.

Well, father,
have you thought of someone?

No, I haven't.

Do you have a boy
Danny Williams here?

We've had him here three hours.
You're late.

- What's he done?
- Nothing.

But if he keeps on carrying a
gun, somebody's gonna get hurt.

Then take it away from him.

We've taken one away from him
already.

I'll turn him over to the DA
to get a year.

He's the sole supporter
of his mother and his sister.

If you accept the
responsibility, I'll release him

but, remember, you asked for it.

Lock him up for a week,
throw a bit scaring to him.

I'll scare the daylights
out of him.

Oh, father, you know
a boy named Martin Lynn?

Yes, I just came from his house.

His mother died tonight.
What about him?

We picked him up around the
theater that was robbed tonight.

Martin's not a thief
and he wouldn't go

robbing theaters
the night his mother died.

He bothers me.

You can't lock people up
because they bother you, Mandel.

Either you've got something
on Martin or let him go.

I haven't got anything on him,
but..

He bothers you, you said that.

What are you holding him for?

I get a feeling
when a guy is hiding something.

With this kid, I get it strong.

You can't book a man
on your personal feelings.

Mandel, what are you
charging him with?

You think he's okay, yeah?

He's worked at Swanson's flower
shop ever since his father died

supporting his mother,
taking care of her.

He's the one boy in the parish
I've had no trouble with.

He was around the church
tonight, too

just about the time.

You just said you picked him up
for a theater robbery.

Make up your mind.

His story of seeing a Mrs. Pearson

leave the church checks

but there's something strange
about that kid.

His mother died tonight, Mandel.

You know, some people do feel
something when their mother dies.

Okay, you can have him.

Release the Lynn kid.

But he still bothers me.

Martin Lynn.

Hello, Martin.

Come on, Martin,
I'll drive you home.

Martin, I can only give your
mother conditional absolution.

You should have called me sooner.

Where is she now?

I had her taken to Murray's.

We'll go there tomorrow
and make the arrangements.

The church will help out.

I don't want any help
from the church.

Why do you feel that way
toward the church, Martin?

Because all you do is take,
you give nothing.

What this parish takes doesn't
even cover the maintenance.

This isn't the way home.

Where are you taking me?

To the rectory. Not good for you
to be by yourself tonight.

What is good for me?
The rectory?

At least you won't be alone,
you'll have someone to talk to.

We've got nothing to talk about.

I quit the church
when my father died.

You mean you stopped coming.
You haven't stopped believing.

I don't believe in anything
anymore.

God or the Holy Ghost.

You can give up God, Martin,
but He never gives you up.

Right now it seems
everything is against you.

Why fight it alone? No man
is strong enough to stand alone.

Look, father, you live
your life, I'll live mine.

Make a right at the next corner
and take me home.

Who is it?

'Martin.'

I called Mrs. Lally.

She told me.
I-I'm sorry Martin.

I wanted to come over, but I
thought you'd rather be alone.

Can I get you something?

No, I-I don't want anything.

Your hands are so cold.

I've been walking a lot.

Let it out of you, Martin,
go ahead, cry.

I should have sent her
to Arizona a long time ago.

- You didn't have the money.
- I should have gotten it.

- How could you?
- I should have robbed.

- I should have killed.
- That crazy talk.

It didn't make any sense.

It was too late to help her.

What are you talking about?

If I had gone there before
while she was still alive

then it might have made sense.

You don't make sense at all.

Your mother's alive.

Nobody understands
until their own mother dies.

Then you know how little you did.

It's not the end of the world
tonight, Martin.

You feel that now

but, but these things pass.

Julie, all you ever got from me
was hurt.

I can only hurt you more.

You couldn't hurt anybody, Martin.

Not you.

Where are you going?

She said
they'd give her a fine funeral.

They won't.
I've got to get it for her.

It's past midnight.

There's nowhere you can go now.

I need flowers,
lots of flowers, for all of us.

Oh, rest, Martin, lie down here,
I'll get you a blanket.

No, I can't rest.

Then wait, I'll get dressed,
I'll go with you.

Go back to bed, Julie, sleep.

Tomorrow.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Father, I've been
a good Catholic all my life.

You got to help me
get back to my ship.

I need two dollars for bus fare.

You look like you need a drink.

I do? I just had one.

You're not going to spend
the two dollars

at some bar, are you?

Oh, father,
that would be a terrible sin.

You wouldn't like another drink,
would you?

Heck, I would.

Where is it, father?

Let me get dressed,
I'll drive you to the bus.

Hey, what's the big idea?

You guys ain't got no right
invading privacy.

Why, where is your warrant?

'Mandel just wants
to ask you a few questions.'

Listen, Irene, don't worry.

I'll be back
before you can turn around.

'They got nothing on me.'

Take your hands off me.

- Why did they take him?
- They didn't say.

- They just took him.
- What did he do?

He didn't do anything,
every time something happens

around here, they pull him in.

Yeah, like last night with me.

But Mr. Craig will get out,
he's smart.

Smart people don't live
in this neighborhood.

You know I wouldn't stick up
a theater.

I never carried a gun in my life.

What makes you think I picked
you up for the Galaxy job?

You know a kid named Martin Lynn?

- Yeah.
- What do you know about him?

Not much. He lives upstairs
of me with his mother.

- She died last night.
- Did you see him last night?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, what?

Well, he stopped by
on his way out.

Said something about making
arrangements for the funeral.

That's all.

He talked about getting her
a big funeral.

His mother didn't leave a dime.

The kid only earns
30 bucks a week.

What's all this talk
about a big funeral?

I told him to forget it.

Where were you last night?

I was nowhere near the Galaxy.

Why do you keep talking
about the Galaxy?

- Who asked you?
- I know it's common.

- I didn't pick you up for that.
- What then?

A priest was murdered last night.

You're not gonna make me
a priest killer!

- Sit down!
- What are you trying to do me?

Mandel, what's going on?
What's this all about?

- Somebody killed him.
- Sure, okay!

- Somebody in the parish.
- Maybe it was.

Well, what am I doing here?
What have I got to do with it?

You once threatened
Father Kirkman.

- Oh..
- Uh, don't deny it.

We got witnesses.

What was the trouble?

Ah, Irene wanted a church wedding.

She went to see Kirkman, he
told her some things about me.

Almost bust us up.

I just told him to keep his ears
inside his church

or I'd chop him off.

I was only kidding.

Whoever saw him last night
wasn't kidding.

Book him, suspicion of murder.

Why don't you throw the Galaxy
job while you're at it?

- Come on!
- Ah, there was a mail robbery.

In Oak Park. Why don't you
book me for that, too?

'Go ahead,
clear off your bladder!'

His crime had only made him angrier.

He didn't think of repentance.

He thought
only of his dead mother.

With blood on his soul

he continued to dream like a child

of something beautiful for her.

And he continued to cry out
for his rights

the pitiful rights that life
had always denied him.

So we finally decided
to come to work, did we?

Mr. Swanson, I can't work today.

Really? Any special reason?

Or perhaps you are just not
in the mood to drive a truck?

My mother passed away last night.

I'm sorry, Martin.

You can have the day off.

Here, give these to Howard

tell him he'll have to make
the deliveries.

Yes, sir.

Martin, those orders must
go out. Take them to Howard.

Mr. Swanson, I'll need flowers
for my mother's funeral.

Well, of course, we never forget
our employees in time of sorrow.

Tell Stanley
to make you up a wreath.

No, I-I don't want just a wreath.

What I want is lot of flowers.

My mother is gonna have
a big funeral.

Is that so?

Martin, don't just stand there.
Those orders are waiting.

- Take them to Howard.
- But you don't understand.

I need lots of flowers.

I want enough
to fill a room in Murray's.

Fill the room at Murray's?

My mother liked flowers.

That's one of the reasons
I wanted to work here.

I could take her some every day.

Please, Mr. Swanson.

Martin, to fill up the room
at Murray's

would cost
several hundred dollars.

You can't afford that.

I don't want anything
for nothing, Mr. Swanson.

- I'll pay like any customer.
- Uh-huh?

I want gladiolas

and a blanket of red roses.

She always liked red roses.

You can take it out of my pay,
each week.

Martin,
you are not being sensible.

You've got to think of the cost.

I don't care about the cost.

I said I'd work it off.

It's not a good arrangement
for either of us.

- Take those to Howard.
- Please, Mr. Swanson.

Martin, we have customers waiting.

I'm a customer, I was here first.

I can't extend you any credit.

Now let go my coat.

I can't go anywhere else,
no one else knows me.

Well, you can't get them here.
Now let go of me.

Now, look, Mr. Swanson

I worked hard here for four years.

You're gonna do this for me.

I won't have you here shouting.
Get you flowers somewhere else.

And don't bother to come back,
you're fired.

Hi. I'm sorry
to have kept you waiting.

We have some
very nice gladiolas there.

- Would you care to see them?
- Yes, please.

- Yes?
- My mother's here.

Mrs. Martin Lynn.

Oh, yes.
Won't you sit down, please?

It's a lovely day, isn't it?

Mr. Murray, Mr. Lynn
has come about his mother.

Oh, please.

Mr. Lynn, no one appreciates
more than we do

the difficulties of the bereaved.

There comes a time
in all of our lives

when we must face this moment.

But you must not think
of your mother as dead.

Think of her as merely resting.

The kind of funeral
you choose for her

is the expression
of your love and devotion.

Price is of no consequence here.

She's gotta have a fine funeral.
I don't care what it costs.

'Would you step this way, please?'

Would you make out
a bank credit card for Mr. Lynn?

- For what amount?
- The maximum.

Will you sign these checks,
please, Mr. Murray?

Do you have a middle initial,
Mr. Lynn?

No.

Where are you employed, Mr. Lynn?

I was working
at Swanson's Flower Shop.

Who is your present employer?

I haven't got into a job yet.

I'm afraid we'll have
some difficulty with the bank.

Endorsers will do, Ms. Shaw.

You'll have to get
some endorsers, Mr. Lynn.

- What kind of endorsers?
- Three signatures required.

Responsible businessmen,
just three.

- I don't know any businessmen.
- Friends will do, Ms. Shaw.

Can you get three friends

men who own their own homes

or have some property?

My friends don't have
any property.

Some well-to-do relative?
An uncle or an aunt?

No, I-I have none.

By whose authorization
was Mrs. Lynn brought here?

- Father Roth.
- I see.

I suggest you allow Father Roth

to make the arrangements with us.

It's my mother
who's going to her grave

not Father Roth's.

I don't want a charity funeral.

We've had dealings
with Father Roth before.

He's quite capable
of looking after your interests.

No. I wanna know
what you're gonna do to her.

Obviously, Mr. Lynn,
you can't afford your desires

but everything will be proper.

Proper? What does that mean?

A $49 funeral
where you shovel her in?

Please, Mr. Lynn.

We're conducting a service.

I'll get a job tomorrow,
I'll pay you every cent.

- Don't you trust me?
- We trust you, Mr. Lynn.

It's the bank,
they have their rules, you know?

- Excuse me, please.
- Do you mean--

Ms. Shaw, will you give Mr. Lynn
every consideration you can?

Does that men I can't have it?

This is a business, Mr. Lynn.

Mr. Murray can only give you
what you can pay for.

But I said I'd pay.

Let Father Roth deal with him.

Otherwise you will get
the $49 service.

But with the church, he'll have
to give you something decent.

I want to see Mr. Murray.
Get him back here!

Please, it'll do you no good
to shout.

I'll do more than shout.

Don't go down there!

Mr. Murray!

Mr. Murray?

What are you following me for?
Why don't you leave me alone?

- What do you want from me?
- What's the matter, Martin?

I won't stand for it. I'll tell
you, I won't stand for it.

- You won't stand for what?
- Him. Spying on me.

Even here. Trying to trick me
like he did last night.

Nobody is spying on you, Martin.

Lieutenant Mandel and I
came here on our own business.

We didn't even know you were here.

What were you doing down there?

I was looking for Murray.

We hadn't finished
making the arrangements.

Everything will be taken care of.

Yeah, your way, his way,
but not my way.

Now get a hold of yourself,
Martin.

I know you are upset
by all that's happened

but you can't go around
bothering people.

- I just came from Swanson.
- Ah, he was awful nice.

Until he found out I had no money.

- Where are you going?
- What do you care?

You shouldn't be alone
at a time like this.

Martin, why don't you come along?

- With me.
- For what?

Maybe you'd rather come with me.

He'll be alright.
Come along, Martin.

Well, father, I think we'll have
the Kirkman case cleared up

before the week is over.

You found the man who did it?

No, but we found the weapon.

Brass crucifix on the desk.

The lab reports
showed traces of dried blood

that matched Father Kirkman's.

Then whoever did it came unarmed

with no intention of killing.

'Something was said that
made him insane with anger.'

Oh, there was an argument,
alright? But what about?

Who could he have had
a violent quarrel with?

Sometimes total strangers
ring our bell and demand things.

They can get mean
if they are denied.

This was no stranger.

Father Kirkman
hasn't been very active

since I came to the parish.

That's six years now.

If someone had a grudge
against him from before that

why would they suddenly
go berserk last night?

Because something happened last
night to bring it fresh to mind

something so strong, the killer
couldn't wait any longer.

'Mrs. Dennis, the housekeeper,
could tell us the people'

'Father Kirkman had trouble with
before before I came.'

We're checking all the people
in the parish

who had any real trouble
last night.

We'll find a tie in somewhere.

Yeah, I feel a lot better
about this case.

Come in, Martin.

Martin.

'Come here.'

Now, don't you make any trouble
for Swanson or Murray.

Come in, Martin.

Sit down, I'll have Mrs. Dennis
make some tea.

- 'Hello, Mrs. Pearson.'
- Rita, I just remembered.

On my way to church last night

I saw a man
out in front of the rectory.

Right here where I'm standing.

He rang the bell and looked in
the window and then went in.

- Well, who was it?
- Oh, I'd recognize him.

I'd know him if I saw him again.

You should go to the police
right away.

Rita, where is the boy
that was here?

He just left.

Mrs. Pearson was here,
she said she saw someone

outside the rectory last night.
I told her to go to the police.

See who that is, will you?

I want to see the father.
Father..

Father, I can't stand it anymore.

Look, look what Ned did to me.

He don't bring his pay home
no more.

What am I gonna do, father?

I've talked my heart out to Ned.

I think you should go
to the police.

A fine priest you are,
telling me that.

Locking him up
ain't gonna help pay the bills.

I've tried, Mrs. Moore,
but I can't stop him.

That's him, he followed me here.

Don't, don't let him in

Let him in, Rita.

You just be quiet,
let me handle this.

- I warned you not to come here.
- Let's simmer down.

Now you stay outta this, father.

Come on, I'll take care of you
when we go home.

- Leave me..
- Let her go, Ned.

Ned, honey, did he hurt you?

Did he hurt you?

Oh, honey, come on.

Wait until I get you home.

Father Roth speaking.

Yes. Yes, of course.

His death was a shock
to all of us.

Yes, I understand how you feel.

That's the way we all feel.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, I will.

Yes, I will.
Thank you for calling.

Give evil a root
and it will grow and thrive

as it was growing and
thriving now in Martin Lynn

Urging him
to commit a second murder

to strangle a harmless old lady

who was a danger to him.

But he didn't kill again

because there was
no real evil in poor Martin.

Only pain and confusion

and a blindness toward himself.

Martin!

Martin, what are you doing here?

I had to see you.

I can't get away until 6:00.

- I can't wait.
- What's wrong?

- What floor is Dr. Coogan?
- Two.

Tell me.

- Floors, please.
- Two.

- Five, please.
- Six, please.

- Two.
- Out, please.

Poor Martin wanted to tell
his girl about his crime.

I know now that the words
of confession stuck in his throat

and that no bullet
could have been more painful

that the secret he carried.

But he couldn't speak
about the accident

that had made him a murderer

and he stayed in the dark
with his pain.

Oh, you look exhausted.

You didn't get any sleep, did you?

I won't be seeing you again,
Julie.

What are you saying?

I shouldn't have met you
in the first place.

But what have I done?

Find someone else, Julie.

- I don't want anyone else.
- You'll have to.

- But why? Why?
- Don't ask me.

Take me down, Julie.

I won't live without you.

You don't know.
I've got to get away.

You're not going anywhere
without me.

Take me down, I said.

Oh, listen to me, Martin,
please listen to me.

Go home and get your things
and bring them to my place.

You can rest there
and-and try and sleep.

I'll be home by 7:00.

Julie.

Oh, Julie,
what have I done to you?

As soon as his mother died,
he rushed out of the house

and didn't come back
for half the night.

This morning
he looked like a ghost.

I've got to see him right away,
Mrs. Lally.

Don't you have any idea
where he could be?

He never went anywhere.

That's Martin now,
I know his footsteps.

Martin.

I want to talk to you, Martin.

I don't want to listen!

Why did you run out on me today?

Because I'm fed up
with your preaching.

I didn't come here to preach.

Then what do you want?

I wanna help you.

The only help I need is money
for my mother's funeral.

And you can't give it to her.

Why is it so important to you
to have a big funeral?

It's the only way now
I can make it up to her.

Make what up?
You were a good son.

You never ran around,
you worked hard

brought home all your paycheck.

Your mother used to tell me
how proud of you she was.

I let her die.

But nobody could have saved her.

I could have,
if she'd have listened to me.

When my father died, I wanted us
to move away from here.

But she wouldn't leave the church.

The church was a big comfort
to your mother.

It was no help
when my father died.

You mean Father Kirkman wasn't.

Priest is only a man, Martin,
your mother understood that.

She didn't turn against the church

just because
a priest didn't help her.

My mother was afraid
of the church.

It had her scared.

- Well, it don't scare me!
- Something does.

It's driving you out of your mind.

Look what happened with Swanson,
with Murray

and look what's happening to you.

Just take a look at yourself,
Martin.

You went in to see
Father Kirkman last night.

He wrote your name
on his desk pad.

The sheet was ripped off, but
the impression of the writing

is still there.

Mrs. Lally called Father Kirkman
about my mother.

He could have written the name
then.

He could have.

So my name is on a pad.
What does that prove?

- Nothing.
- Then why did you tell me?

How much longer
can you go on like this

without destroying yourself?

What do you want from me?

I want you to forgive
Father Kirkman.

I want you to forgive him
because he did the very best

he knew how.

Because he was tired.

He spent 40 years
working in this parish

with helpless people,
broken people

people who came to him because
there was no else place to go.

Something happens to a man.

I think Father Kirkman knew
what had happened to him.

The very last time I saw him,
that's what he said to me.

Such a man deserves to reach
at least one more person

even in death.

Let him, Martin.

Oh, I-I thought you were alone,
Martin.

- Excuse me, father.
- No, come in, come in.

Father Roth is just leaving.

I'm in no hurry.

I've got plenty of time, Martin.

- I'll see you later.
- Stay.

- Well, what did you come for?
- Oh, nothing.

I've been sitting in all day
waiting to hear from Craig.

And there's nothing worse
than just waiting.

Is there, father?

Sometimes all you can do
is wait, and wait and wait.

When is the funeral?

Tomorrow.

Don't sit there!

Right after, you ought
to get out of here, Martin.

Away from everything,
forget it all.

'Don't you think so, father?'

Where does one go to forget?

Oh, there's lots of space
outside this room.

Go east or go south
where there's sunshine.

It's easier
to forget the sunshine.

I don't have to go anywhere.

I can forget right here,
right in this room.

You talk bravely, Martin

but you like sound someone
who is afraid.

I got a car downstairs waiting.

Uh, just be seated, Mrs. Pearson.

I'll tell you
when we're ready for you.

Alright, men, step on it.

Take them inside,
send them out one by one.

Have 'em ring the bell
and look in the window.

Hurry it up. Come on.

'Come on, let's..
Right through here.'

Now take your time,
look them over carefully.

You mustn't be afraid,
but you must be positive

before pointing anyone out.
Understand?

Alright.

He's ready.

Alright, you.

Ring the bell.

Look in the window.

That's not the man.

Next guy.

You.

Ring the bell.

Relax, Marty.

Cops are like kids,
they got to have their fun.

You. You're next.

Let's go.

Ring the bell.

Ring the bell.

'That's enough.'

Look in the window.

That's not him, either.

Next guy.

- Come on, kid.
- Okay, you.

As soon
as they get finished playing

we'll go get a couple of drinks.

- Okay, you.
- Come on.

Take off your hat.

Ring the bell.

Look in the window.

- That's him.
- She's crazy!

She's as blind as a bat!
I didn't do it!

What are you trying
to do to me, Mandel?

What is this?
I didn't kill no priest!

You know it! You know it!

What I can't prove, I don't know.

- Book him for murder.
- Alright, boys.

Give me a break, Mandel.
Mandel, give me a break.

The Galaxy, Mandel.

- I stuck up the Galaxy.
- It's too easy, Craig.

Who wouldn't prefer
a robbery charge to murder?

It's true, Mandel, believe me! I..

Stop hollering, you're wasting
your breath. Let's get..

Well, father, what do you think?

I think you just made
a terrible mistake.

Okay, kid, you can go.

'Last night you bawled me out'

for holding a guy
because he bothered me.

Well, this bothers me, too.

But I don't make the rules.

I just follow 'em.

Martin Lynn, the murderer,
was free.

The police
would never bother him again.

But something stood in his way,
his immortal soul.

No priest was talking to him

no church was giving him counsel

yet there was a voice in Martin

stronger than all the angers
and hatreds in him.

The voice of conscience
tormented and frightened him

and sent him to the only kind face

he'd known in the world,
his mother's.

I couldn't get you any flowers.

There won't be any music

and there won't be any limousines.

Maybe nobody will even show up.

Just the two of us.

That's all we ever had.

It will be enough now.

Father Kirkman died last night.

Father Roth knows I killed him.

I was angry,
but I didn't mean him any harm.

Oh..

It-it was just that..

...nobody cared.

It made no difference to anybody
what was happening to us.

It was like nobody knew
we ever lived.

It's been that way always.

I was trying to tell that
to Father Kirkman.

I wanted him to look at me
like he cared.

I wanted to see him
feel like I felt.

If he'd have showed me
he was sorry..

...for just one second..

That's all I wanted.

Oh, I'm so tired.

My head hurts.

I want to sleep, but I can't.

It hurts.

It hurts bad.

Oh, it hurts me.

What should I do?

Tell me, mother.

Please tell me, what I should do?

Mother.

Mother!

Oh, God.

Oh, God!

Help me, father,
you, you must help me.

They'll let me go
to the funeral, won't they?

We'll go together, Martin,
Your mother would like that.

I know now I saw God
in Martin Lynn.

At that moment I knew
conscience had triumphed

over fear and despair.

Can I pour you some tea, George?

Please.

Is he still alive?

Yes, he writes me letters
from his cell.

He looks forward
to kneeling before the altar

where Father Kirkman once stood.

I wish I could help
someone like that.

I don't think I helped
Martin Lynn as much as helped me

to see and understand that faith
is a part of the human soul

even when the soul
wars against it.

- Have some lemon, George.
- Thank you.