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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.