All language subtitles for Father Dowling Mysteries - 1x00 - Fatal Confession.eng

(theme music playing)

(siren wailing)

(tires squealing)

He's in here, but
we can't find him.

Officer, what's the situation?

Is everyone out of the building?

Move out on the double.

Move! Move it!
Let's go, let's go!

Roger that.

(officers conversing
indistinctly)

Show me the problem.

This way.

I want you to take
a look at this, okay?

Now, he's threatening to
burn the place down, okay?

Now, here it comes.

This is what he keeps repeating.

- OFFICER: What the hell is that?
- GUARD: A maniac.

Now, he's in this building,

and he's gonna try
and burn it down.

- Who is Andy Moore?
- How the hell do I know?

The maniac, maybe.

Look, try and
find him, will you?

(beeping)

(rapid clicking, whirring)

Lieutenant, I think I got him.

MAN: I'm talking to
you from City Hall,

where a young man, Andy Moore,

demanding the identity
of his actual parents

has been arrested for
disrupting the Hall of Records.

Moore, the brilliant young
creative director of Titan Toys,

just this year became

one of the richest young
executives in America.

"None of it is worth it,"
Moore was quoted as saying,

"if I don't know who I am."

He isn't getting anywhere.

That's good.

Are you sure?

Father Dowling, your
parish account is overdrawn.

Well, according to
my records, though,

we should be just fine.

Here, see for yourself.

Father, you haven't
filled in all the stubs.

Hmm?

Oh, you know, you're right.

(chuckles)

That certainly would account
for the missing money, wouldn't it?

When you write a check,
Father, you have to fill in the stub.

Oh, that's good advice.

Oh, uh, about these overdrafts?

You think you could
cover them for me?

Temporarily, of course.

Father, an habitually
overdrawn account

is a very serious problem.

Uh, would you excuse me
for just a minute, please?

Uh, pardon me.

Yes, Father?

I, uh, think there's
a man on line

who intends to rob the bank.

What?! Who?

DOWLING: Fourth one in line.

I noticed him when he came in.

And he didn't fill out
that withdrawal slip.

Well, some people, Father,

like for the teller
to fill it out for them.

I'll keep an eye on him, Father.

Thanks just the same.

Look.

See, he's keeping
his hand in his pocket,

and he's got something
very heavy in there.

Could be anything.

DOWLING: There, you see?

He keeps patting
it back in place.

I really think you
should try and stop him.

Hold it! Hold it right there!

(woman screaming)

Very nicely done.

Now, about those
checks I've written...

How did you know?

He looked like anyone.

Oh, well, you know, detective
stories are my passion,

and I suppose that's why I have

this odd way of
looking at things.

But about those checks...

Father Dowling, don't
give it a second thought.

The bank will be happy
to honor the checks,

and you'll make it up
as soon as you can.

Oh, that's very nice of you.

Thank you so much.

Good day.

STEPHANIE: As soon as we
get enough people together,

we're gonna organize that
bus tour, Mr. Farnsworth.

All right?

So you take care
of yourself, now.

Be careful.

How'd it go at the bank?

We're overdrawn.

How did it go at
the soccer game?

We're overmatched.

(Dowling chuckles)

You know, if we don't get a
decent goalie by next week,

we might as well
cancel the game.

You what Father Farino,
over at St. John's, does?

What?

His goalie's a ringer.

Now, we don't know that.

We do know that.

He's an upperclassman
from public school.

Steve, we can't cheat,
no matter who else does.

The important thing is
how you play the game.

Well, that's fine,
as long as we win.

Sister Stephanie,
I do not hold lunch.

Oh, yes, Marie, I-I'm sorry.

It just took longer at the
bank than I anticipated.

Father Hunnaker was
always on time for everything.

You could set your watch by him.

Well, I'm off.

Oh, you may find
something in the icebox.

Beam her up, Lord.

Charity, Steve.

If Marie prefers my
predecessor, that's her right.

Father Hunnaker
died 15 years ago.

Well, some people take
longer to adjust than others.

Lord knows, she may be right.

You can hardly set
your calendar by me.

Knights of Columbus
dinner tonight, don't forget.

Oh, really? Tonight, is it?

Yep.

And it's a fund-raiser, Frank.

You got to get in there and
make them give you money.

I hate raising money,
and I do it so badly.

Well, you just gotta do it.

I mean, the Bishop's not
gonna give us any more.

And what are we
supposed to cut, soccer?

Senior citizen outings?

Yeah, I know, I know.

I'll do it.

- It's just that...
- (phone ringing)

St. Michael's Rectory.

Yeah, he is.

Hold on.

It's the cops.

The police.

The cops.

Father Dowling here.

Yes.

Andy Moore, yes
I know who he is.

Wants to talk to me?

He what?!

Oh, good Lord.

I'll be right there.

Steve, you have to drive me.

What's up?

Wait up!

What's going on?

Young fellow named Andy Moore.

He came to see me last year.

So, what about him?

He's out on a ledge.

He's threatening
to kill himself.

Well, in that case, we
better get there fast.

(tires squealing)

Steve!

(horns honking)

(tires squealing)

We're almost there, Frank.

(tires squealing)

Frank?

We're here, Frank.

An unqualified miracle.

On my list of things to do,

I must put "learn
to drive" at the top.

I'm Father Dowling.

MAN: Over here, Father.

Could everyone
move back, please?

He's very nervous.

So am I.

- (siren wailing)
- Oh... dear.

Father Dowling.

You wanted to talk to me, Andy?

I mean, most people
just call me on the phone

or drop by the rectory.

My real parents are out
there somewhere, Father.

Let them come forward,
or they lose a son.

Oh, now, Andy,
you don't mean that.

Now, come on
inside. I'm freezing.

- I'm not going back in there.
- Andy, no!

- (onlookers screaming)
- Good heavens, don't do that!

I'm all right.

Don't worry about me.

I'll go when I'm ready.

You're not supposed
to go until God's ready.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I don't mean to lecture you,

- it's just that...
- Father!

I've never done this,
and I'm not used to this.

Well, just relax.

Now... now, take it easy.

Take a deep breath.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What about you?

Me?

Who am I? I'm not Andy Moore.

I don't know who I am.

Your adoptive parents
loved you, Andy.

But they're dead. I
want my real parents.

If I don't get them, I
don't care about myself.

That's the truth, Father. If
you knew anything, you'd...

Oh, no, no, look, look,

I-I-I promise you that
we'll get the word out

to everybody that was on
the parish roles 22 years ago.

And I'll work with you
until we find your parents.

If we don't?

Oh, give it a try, son.

I-I don't know.

Give me a chance to help you.

PHIL: Look, Frank...

Who is that? What was that?

Uh, don't you move.
I'll be right back.

What is it, Phil?

We're rigging a net.
Stall him five minutes.

(onlookers screaming)

Oh, no.

Please, God, no!

I let him go, Steve.

I had him, and I let him go.

I'm trying to put in a good
word for a recent transfer.

An unauthorized transfer.

Why don't you go in to dinner?

I have to be alone
here for a while.

I remember, when I get
really down on myself,

that's when I get into trouble.

Big trouble.

You got me out
of all that, Frank.

You saved me.

And I'm gonna say to
you the magic words

that you used on me, all right?

You are not a failure.

Hmm.

I was today.

Oh, Steve, I had him.

I was turning him!

And I looked away.

No, Frank, he was going.

That's why he was
even out on that ledge.

He just couldn't do it with
you looking at him, that's all.

Sooner or later, you were
gonna have to turn around.

And the guy decided
it was time to go.

I just can't believe it.

Maybe I don't
want to believe it.

Come on.

Marie is gonna throw
dinner away, you know?

Afterwards, you can
brood all you want, all right?

You're very tough,
Sister Stephanie.

And don't you forget
it, Father Frank.

(playing simple melody)

Is it all right if I
turn on the TV?

REPORTER: The Dow
Jones Industrial Average

broke new ground today...

News.

Rising 32 points to
end the day at 2236.

In local news, since Senator
Paul Erdain announced

his hearing into
gangland activity,

two key witnesses
have mysteriously died

in fatal accidents.

Senator Erdain is still
optimistic, however,

that these hearings
will be productive.

We have already issued
subpoenas to several witnesses

who've expressed their
willingness to testify,

and this is really the
first step in this state, uh,

to move against organized crime.

Now, that's all I can
say at the moment.

In other news, tragedy
struck downtown this afternoon

at the home office of
the Titan Toy company...

No, no, Steve, leave it.

We should see this.

22-year-old Andrew Moore,
young millionaire entrepreneur,

who would seemed to have
had everything to live for,

today climaxed a
fruitless year-long search

for his natural parents

with a bizarre challenge
for them to come forward,

that ended in his own death.

For over an hour,
Moore threatened...

Frank, are you sure
you want to watch this?

I can't hide from it.

Despite the efforts

of Moore's parish priest,
Father Frank Dowling,

of St. Michael's Roman
Catholic Church in this city.

As anxious onlookers
watched, at 3:22...

Don't look away!

Moore plunged to his death.

That's enough.

Frank, you don't
have to look at this.

You really don't.

Frank, what is it?

I'm not sure.

MAN: I don't know
how it happened, Father.

She asked me to drive her
home, invited me in for a drink.

It would kill my
wife if she found out.

I'll... I'll never do it again.

I believe you, my son.

Do five Hail Marys,
six Our Fathers,

and an act of contrition.

And get a new secretary.

WOMAN: Forgive me
Father, for I have sinned.

How long since your
last confession, my child?

A very long time, Father.

And what is your confession?

I have to know...

what did Andy Moore say to you

before his death?

Why do you ask?

I have to know, please.

If you want to talk
to me about this,

it would be more
appropriate in my office.

Don't you agree?

DOWLING: Looks like Phil's
working late again tonight.

(tires screech)

Can't park here, Sister.

Why not, Fred?

FRED: Steve?

Is that you?

That's right.

You gave up shoplifting?

I gave up a lot of things.

So, listen, is it all
right if we park here?

Sure.

- (siren approaching)
- Thanks.

Wide assortment
of friends you have.

Uh-uh.

You better wait here.

PHIL: Yeah, put a
rush on it. Thank you.

Uncle Frank!

You okay?

I could be better.

Who was the victim?

Oh, that's just some local hood.

Somebody shot him?

Well, actually, it was
probably just an accident.

What are you doing here, Frank?

It's about this afternoon.

Now, listen, Frank, I
want you to forget it.

I mean, you did
everything that you could.

No, there are a couple
of things that bother me.

First, I don't really
believe he wanted to jump.

And I saw the footage on TV.

He flinched, as though
he were hit by something.

And he didn't actually jump.

He sort of dropped like...

like he was shot.

Uncle Frank, I read the
medical examiner's report on him.

There-there were
no drugs in him,

no foreign objects, no bullets.

There's just a whole
lot of trauma from hitting

that pavement going a
couple hundred miles an hour.

What if a bullet passed
through his body?

It could still be
lodged in that building.

Or there could be a mark.

Frank, please.

Well, can't you just send
a couple of men out there

to check out the place?

No, I can't.

You know, Phil, when your
poor mother, God rest her soul,

was passing over, I promised
her that I would look after you.

Oh, no, you don't.
No, no, no, no.

"Margaret," I said, "if
Phil ever needs anything."

You're not gonna do this to me.

"Anything at all, he
doesn't even have to ask."

Please, don't do this.

So, when you needed help
on the Nelson case, I was there.

And when you got stuck on
the Vernon killing, I was there.

- And then there was...
- Uncle Frank,

now don't
misunderstand me on this.

I'm grateful, and yes, you
actually have been helpful

from time to time.

It's been my privilege.

But two things:

number one, I can't
spare the men to go on

some kind of a wild
goose chase right now,

and number two, Mother
was in a coma for two months

before she passed away.

And the doctor told me that
she never said a word to anyone.

It was in her eyes, Phil.

MAN (over radio):
Dispatch to unit 12.

Unit 12... Phil,
are you out there?

Yeah, Jerry.

Uh, we got a
negative on this one.

Okay, thank you, Jerry.

No bullets in this one, either.

Who's in charge here?

I am, Senator. Sergeant Keegan.

What happened?

Uh, it appears the victim
lost control of his vehicle.

Are you telling me
that was an accident?

Well, it certainly
seems so, yes.

You know who was in that car?

Yes, sir, Eddie Lacarno.

Lacarno, one of
my prime witnesses.

He was supposed to testify
tomorrow morning at the hearing.

I certainly wouldn't rule out
the possibility of foul play.

Who are you?

I'm Father Frank
Dowling, Senator.

From St. Michael's,
your old parish.

My uncle here is something
of an amateur detective.

Why do you say that, Father?

Well, it just seems curious.

Deserted street.

Judging from the impact, I'd
say he was going at a pretty

high rate of speed
when he hit that pole.

So?

So, no skid marks.

If it was, say, a heart attack,

he would have
instinctively hit the brakes.

Don't you think?

I think you should
stop playing detective.

ERDAIN: Father may
have something there.

You better make sure you
cover all the bases, Sergeant.

Well, that is the
plan... Uh, excuse me.

Uh, Father, didn't I just see
you on the television news?

That fellow who, uh, jumped?

- I'm afraid so.
- Ah.

I'm not so sure that
was an accident, either.

Really? Why do you say that?

Well, it's a lot like this one.

It-it just doesn't feel right.

I can't prove anything yet.

Well, if you find there's a
connection between the two,

you be sure to let me
know. Good night, Father.

Oh, Senator,

there-there is something
I do have to ask you.

Yes?

Well, I know this
is a little awkward,

but the parish has fallen
on hard times, financially.

Ah, yes.

Well, now, if you're
fund-raising, Father,

you feel free to use my name

and give my regards
to Father Hunnaker.

I'll try.

I call.

Four nines.

Eat your heart out.

I thought gambling was illegal.

Yeah, but it's open
season on pigeons.

Get her out of here, Father;
she's a public nuisance.

Give it back.

It's a donation.

So, how'd it go?

Phil says he can't
spare any men.

That old line about his
mother didn't work, huh?

No.

I wonder why.

We can't see from here.

Somebody's got to
go out there and look.

I'll try and get the
building window washer.

Excuse me.

Could you possibly get me
the building window washer?

Oh, uh, we don't have one.

We arranged for a
man every two weeks.

Would you like me
to call maintenance?

Oh, yes. Thank you very much.

- We'll be in here.
- Okay.

I don't see a thing, Frank.

Steve! What are you doing?

I'm looking for a
mark or something.

That's a very bad idea.

- Whoa.
- Steve!

No problem. No problem.

No problem.

Hey, what are you doing?

Oh, you startled me.

I'm Charles Robinson,
Andy's partner in this outfit.

I'm Father Frank Dowling.

My wife Theresa.

How do you do?

Must have been awful.

Yes, it was.

I understand you
two were out of town.

On vacation in Canada.

We came back the
moment we heard.

Poor Andy.

He's been obsessive on the
subject, but I never dreamed

he'd actually do
something like... this.

CHARLES: When is the service?

Uh, Thursday.

Did you happen to know anyone
who might want to kill Andy?

What?!

Well, if it wasn't an
accident, strictly speaking.

What are you suggesting?

I'm not suggesting,
I'm just wondering.

Is that so?

STEPHANIE: Hey, Frank,
it's freezing out there.

Uh, this is Sister Stephanie.

And Mr. and Mrs. Robinson.

How you doing?

I was just... checking.

DOWLING: Yeah, if,
uh, you'll excuse us,

we're just making our rounds.

Oh, by the way, Mrs.
Robinson, are you Catholic?

Lapsed.

Oh, I thought maybe I might
have bumped into you in the church.

Unlikely.

Did you find anything out there?

No, sorry.

We're just gonna
have to keep on looking.

Father Dowling?

Yes.

Police. Let's go.

Huh? Go where?

DOWLING: You mind
telling me where we're going?

Frank!

Well, there's nothing I
like better than a nice drive.

DOWLING: Where are we going?

(tires squealing)

(tires screech)

(tires squealing)

Everything all right, Sister?

I think I should get
my brakes checked.

(indistinct
conversation, laughter)

Ah, gentlemen.

MAN: Hey.

ERDAIN: The special
visitor that I promised you.

Uh, this is the priest
from my old parish,

Father Frank Dowling.

I had to use my
police protection

to hustle him on down here.

He's notoriously shy about
asking for contributions.

Father Dowling, some of my
classmates from Notre Dame,

whom I'm sure will
open up their hearts

and their checkbooks to you.

- Hear! Hear!
- Hear! Hear!

- Well, Father...
- Hmm?

You didn't collect
any contributions.

Oh, I know, I know,

but, well, they were all
having such a good time,

and I suppose my heart
just isn't it right now.

Yes, that Andy Moore business.

How's that going?

Stag party over?

Oh, Patricia, this is, uh,
Father Frank Dowling.

This is my daughter Patricia.

My pleasure.

Good evening, Father.

Uh, Father Dowling
is from St. Michael's.

(phone ringing)

Excuse me.

Ever been to St.
Michael's, Miss Erdain?

Not since I was a child.

Oh, well, perhaps you
and your father will come

to a Sunday service one day.

The senator only attends
church at election time.

Oh. What about you?

I'm just a poor
little rich girl.

I do whatever pleases my daddy.

You live here?

When I'm between marriages.

Since my mother's death,

the senator likes having someone
on his arm at public occasions.

Sort of a live-in hood ornament.

Are you a confirmed
cynic, Miss Erdain?

Ask anyone.

It's been my experience,
when you scratch a cynic,

you'll find a
romantic underneath.

People don't try
that with me, Father.

I scratch back.

Uh, that was my office.

I have to go down and work on

some depositions
they've just taken.

- Mm.
- Can I give you a lift?

Oh, that would be nice.

Good night.

Oh, do you have any
children, Miss Erdain?

No, why?

I've read so much
about you over the years.

I just couldn't
remember, that's all.

Good night.

Thanks for the evening, Senator.

Don't mention it,
Father. My pleasure.

Steve.

You're late.

Yeah, I know.

But I called to let
you know where I was.

How'd it go?

Well...

It was a very interesting
evening, all in all.

I'll tell you all about
it in the morning.

Okay.

Well, don't you think you
should go back to the convent

and sleep in your own bed?

Kind of like it here.

Sort of reminds me of my
favorite time at home, you know?

Right after my father
had passed out.

My mother would finish
cleaning up the plates

she broke over his head.

Just before the cops
came looking for my brother.

Good night.

Good night, Steve.

(clears throat)

Agatha Christie again.

Oh, there you are, Marie.

Working tirelessly.

This is a large place for
one person to keep up.

I used to tell Father
Hunnaker that all the time.

He was very understanding.

Well, I hope I'm
understanding, too.

Of course, I have
been distracted lately

by this terrible death
to poor Andy Moore.

Well, I can finish
up in here later.

Oh, no, no, don't rush off.

You know, you and I
have so little chance

to just sit down
and talk together.

You have your work and...

I always seem to be running
to catch up with myself.

Come, I got a little
surprise for you.

Oh.

Oh.

Here.

I shouldn't.

We'll drink to Father Hunnaker.

Oh.

Sit down, please.

Honestly, if you
weren't here, Marie,

I just don't know
how we'd get along.

Your knowledge of the parish

is really the only thing
between us and chaos.

Oh, really?

No.

Oh, yes.

I'm not really that important.

I don't know if I
ever told you this,

but... just before Father
Hunnaker passed away,

he said to me, "Frank, if
you ever need anything at all,

"ask Marie.

Why, she'll give you her
right arm, if you need it."

Did he really say that?

Oh, you should have
seen the look in his eyes.

The man was a saint.

Well, he was certainly
right about you.

You know everything
about the parish.

I bet you even remember
the Andy Moore adoption,

and that was, oh,
my, 22 years ago.

Course I do!

The amazing thing about that

was the secrecy.

Oh, really?

Father Hunnaker even
kept that a secret from me.

So you don't know who
the real parents were, either.

They should be
found, shouldn't they?

To be notified.

Exactly.

They must have
been here in the parish.

How do we find them, Marie?

Oh, just let me think.

Are you sure this
is the right address?

Absolutely.

What are we doing here?

Marie dug out Father
Hunnaker's old appointment books

from the attic.

And there were two
unusual places that he went

around the same time
of Andy Moore's adoption.

One was a Lake
Shore Drive doctor,

and the other one was to
meet the owner of this bar.

Let's go see the Lake
Shore Drive doctor.

Ah. We're here now.

We'll do this one first.

All right.

(indistinct conversation;
music playing)

(laughter)

MAN: Well, goodness
me, is it Sunday already?

Tell Mother I'll be right home.

Hey, you don't want to
use the restrooms, trust me.

MAN: Hey, Louie,
Louie, check it out.

LOUIE: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Got a penguin in my eye.

Just interested.

Am I doing it right?

Seven's a better shot.

The seven?

Yeah, it's wired.

You want to try it?

Uh, Sister,

I don't think you should.

These gentlemen play for money.

Father, I had no idea.

Oh, yes you did.

20 bucks a ball too much?

Go ahead.

What do you think?

Easy money.

Seven in the side.

(onlookers murmuring)

Bank five, cross side.

Combination 14 in the corner.

(balls clattering,
thudding into pockets)

(onlookers murmuring excitedly)

No, you can keep your money.

However, if you would
like to make a donation

to St. Michael's, it
would be appreciated.

It is tax deductible.

Are you really a nun?

Sister Stephanie
of St. Michael's.

I'd like you all to meet
our pastor, Father Dowling.

Hi.

Look, I know this may
sound a little strange,

but, uh, 22 years ago, my
predecessor, Father Hunnaker,

he had a meeting with
the owner of this bar.

Now, do any of you happen
to know who that might be?

Same guy owned
this bar for 30 years.

And the sign says
"Vinnie." Vincent Pello.

Vincent Pello.

The biggest Mob guy in Chicago.

Yeah, then he's the
one we ought to talk to.

Come on.

Are you sure this is the place?

It's the only one in the book.

Well, you better wait here.

(doorbell rings)

I'd like to speak with...

Nobody's home.

Vincent Pello.

(latch clicks open)

(door creaks)

♪♪

(whispers): Frank.

Steve.

What are you doing in here?

You're supposed
to be in the car.

I saw you sneaking in.

I hate to tell you this, Frank,

but you have no
future as a burglar.

Besides, isn't this
breaking and entering?

I didn't break, I just entered.

And look at these.

Looks like Vincent Pello was
a little slow opening his mail.

Some of these letters go
back a couple of months.

You know that thug
that opened the door?

- Yeah.
- He said nobody was home.

But I think I saw Vincent
Pello in an upstairs window.

Well, how do you
know it was him?

Well, I don't.

But it was somebody.

I'd much rather talk
to them than that thug.

Frank, these are very
dangerous people.

Why don't we just go now

and we'll come back
another time, all right?

Steve, no matter who Vincent
Pello is or what he's done,

he's still an old
member of our parish.

I'm in no danger here.

(phone ringing)

We're going. Now.

You go back to the car.

I'll be fine. Come on.

(phone ringing)

MAN: I'll get it.

Frank.

This will just take
a couple of minutes.

Now, go on.

(door closes)

(footsteps approaching)

(doorknob rattles)

(footsteps descending stairs)

(footsteps approaching)

Oh!

(sighs, chuckles)

I realize this may appear

a bit odd to you, but...

well, I sort of came
down here by accident.

I'd like to see Vincent Pello.

He's right behind you.

(gasps)

Oh.

(chuckles softly)

Well, I, uh, I-I knew he dropped
out of sight, but I had no idea.

Everyone thinks
he's been in Sicily

for the past three months.

And since you're a priest,

I expect you to treat this
confession with confidence.

Uh, how...

how did he die?

One morning after breakfast,
my husband laid down,

closed his eyes and
never opened them again.

I got a permit for this.

You here for a
worthy cause, Father?

Oh, no, no.

No, I-I'm not here
for a contribution.

No?

Uh, you own a...

Well, that is, your husband
owned a bar called Vinnie's.

Oh, yes.

Vinnie's first acquisition.

I keep it mostly
out of sentiment.

Mm.

Well, uh, 22 years ago, my
predecessor at St. Michael's,

Father Hunnaker,
had an appointment

to meet with him there.

22 years.

That's a long time.

Do you know why he went there?

Why are you so interested?

Oh, well, uh, we're-we're
sort of doing a biography

on Father Hunnaker,
just for the church records.

Uh, there's been some talk about

possible nomination
for sainthood.

That was when my
oldest son Joe got killed.

Shot down on the street.

The police never
found out who shot him.

Father Hunnaker came around
to give Vinnie the church's solace.

Is that the only reason
he met with him?

Of course.

It's a terrible thing
to lose your only son.

I'm sure it must be.

Anything else?

No.

Well... (chuckles)

actually, uh, St. Michael's
could use a contribution.

I'll send a check.

Thank you very much.

Oh, uh, by the way,

when was the last time
you were in church?

I can't remember.

That's too long.

(sighs)

So, what's up?

I think maybe I'm
grasping at straws.

Let's go home and
get back to work.

Do something about that.

(church bells tolling)

(knocking on door)

Excuse me, Father
Frank, what are you doing?

Thinking.

Well, I hate to rush you,
but, uh, you have a church

full of people waiting for you.

Oh.

Steve, I don't know
what's wrong with me.

I feel like I'm
losing my grip here.

Well, you got to
take it easy, Frank.

I mean, you been under a lot
of pressure lately, you know?

You know what it really is?

I think I pursued
this whole thing

to let myself off the hook.

So I wouldn't blame myself
for what happened to Andy.

Yeah, well, don't sell
yourself short, Frank.

I mean, your hunches have
been pretty good in the past.

Yeah.

What's this?

Oh, that's a video camera.

Oh, I know that.

But what's it doing here?

I put it there.

Where'd you get it?

Uh, well, it belongs to,
uh, Larry Beakman's father.

I borrowed it.

Whatever for?

Well, I told Larry's
dad that I wanted

to, uh, you know, tape
some soccer practices,

kind of a-a visual
aid sort of thing.

Oh.

Mm-hmm.

Nice.

By God's mercy, we who
leave this church today in sorrow

will be reunited in the
joy of God's kingdom.

Let us comfort one another
in the faith of Jesus Christ.

And now we will hear a few words

from Andy's dear
friend and partner,

Mr. Charles Robinson.

Andrew Gregory Moore and I

grew up together
here in Chicago.

He was...

like my brother.

They say opposites
attract, and that was us.

He was quiet and I was loud.

And he was a brain,
and an "A" student,

and I was always in trouble.

Andy Moore went on
to prove to the world

that he was an authentic
mechanical genius.

He could've
invented... anything...

Missiles, rockets, new
and terrifying weapons...

But the gentle
part of him you see

in what he has left behind.

Toys.

Toys for children.

Because he always
felt he was one of them.

And he always wanted to know
who his real parents were, you know.

I like to think he's
with them now.

Sister Stephanie, I cannot
imagine what possessed you.

During a funeral mass!

What if someone had seen you?

That's all we need is another
complaint to Bishop MacNee.

He's ready to send us to some
new foreign mission as it is.

I just wanted to see if
anybody interesting showed up.

Turn it on.

(clears throat)

Maria Pello.

Yeah, she came late.

She stayed just a minute.

So, what do you think?

I think maybe we're not
on a false trail after all.

And maybe we're
not finished yet.

- The Lake Shore Drive doctor.
- Drive doctor, right.

When you called,
I checked my files.

I could find the
record of only one visit

from your Father Hunnaker.

Well, that's what
struck me so odd.

Dr. Sullivan is
his regular doctor.

Why did he come to you?

You realize, Father,
that my records are

as privileged as
your confessional.

It's my contention that
his meeting with you

had something to do with
the Andy Moore adoption...

Such as you being the
doctor of the natural mother.

Now, is it her identity
you're trying to protect?

You're asking a
great deal, Father.

It means a great deal, Doctor.

Father Hunnaker came to see
me about an obesity problem.

He was embarrassed to
go to his regular physician.

That's why he consulted me.

See for yourself.

Doctor, I understand
you trying to protect

the privacy of your patient,

but I knew Father
Hunnaker, and he wasn't fat.

And if my nephew, Phil Keegan,

who's with the police,
were to take an interest...

well, I'm afraid the result
would be much more public

than if it were handled by me.

Very well.

It was the Moore adoption.

The mother phoned
me just a few weeks ago.

She told me where she is now.

The real mother.

Yeah, she was afraid.

After that public scene
at the Hall of Records,

she didn't want some
reporter hunting her down.

She wanted to be sure that
her secret was safe with me.

I'll treat everything you
tell me as privileged.

Which is more than
you can expect from

the police and the press.

Then you are the lesser
of two evils, aren't you?

Well, I hadn't thought
of myself quite like that.

Katherine St. Urban,
2734 Calmar Drive.

Very good handwriting.

We can when we must.

Well, thank you very much.

I hope she understands.

Mm.

Oh...

I wonder...

could I impose on you
for a brief medical opinion?

Not at all.

Well, I have a touch
of the navicular disease.

My doctor's been prescribing
Phenylbutazone, and...

- Well, do you think that's best?
- Absolutely.

I wouldn't second-guess
your regular doctor.

Oh. Thank you.

(door opens)

Did he believe you were me?

Sure. Why not?

You were smart to call us
when you heard from the priest.

I knew I'd never
be able to lie to him.

I-I'd be too nervous.

So, now it's taken care of.

But, uh, but what
if he comes back?

What do I do then?

What a grand old home.

Actually, it's more of a house.

How's that?

This place is sort of a...

a landmark.

Really?

(elegant music playing)

(doorbell rings)

(woman scoffs)

Yeah?

A landmark, huh?

I'd like to see Katherine
St. Urban, please?

Who wants to see her?

I'm Father Dowling.

Just tell her
Dr. Canfield sent us.

Come on in.

Steve?

Is that you?

Jane.

Hey, it's been years.

Is that legit?

Absolutely.

So, what are you doing here?

Oh, it's healthier
than the streets.

Yeah.

You want some coffee?

Sure.

Kate'll be right down.

You just make
yourself comfortable.

Hold on... in fact, we'll
make you comfortable.

Oh, you don't have
to go to any trouble.

Oh, it's no trouble at all.

Why, it's our pleasure.

- Oh.
- Yeah, it's a real pleasure.

(women giggling)

Mm, first time here?

All right, girls. Come on.

Bye-bye.

See you.

Hello, Father.

We're not open until tonight.

They told me a priest wanted me.

You're Katherine St. Urban?

In the flesh.

I'm here on business.

So am I.

I'm Frank Dowling.

I succeeded Father
Hunnaker at St. John's.

I wanted to talk to
you about Andy Moore.

Your son.

I don't have a son.

Connie Donahue,
Mike Flanagan's girl.

What?

1976, Flanagan knocks over
the Trade Bank of Chicago.

You and he disappear,
and so does the money.

You know, I have a feeling

that the police would like
to know where you are.

Just what do you want?

Andy Moore was your son.

Yes.

Where's Andy's natural father?

He was the pimp who originally
turned me out on the street.

He disappeared
when I got pregnant.

I thought you might
come to the funeral.

I never knew the boy.

Never really wanted to.

That's all there is, Father.

Hm.

Well...

thank you for seeing me.

You've been a great help.

He turned out
really well, didn't he?

My son.

He was a fine young man.

Oh, by the way,
are you Catholic?

(scoffs) Are you kidding?

I've never been
happier in my life.

Well, what about you?
How are things for you here?

It's okay.

Kate's a good boss.

But I get sick of it sometimes.

You can always exchange a
bad habit for this one, you know.

Worked for me.

You want to talk about it,
you call me sometime, all right?

Okay.

I'll call you sometime.

We're done here.

Frank, she isn't the mother.

I know.

She's a good liar.

When I said that Father
Hunnaker was at St. John's

instead of St. Michael's,
she went right along with it.

No, more than that.

That girl, Jane, she
told me part of what put

Katherine St. Urban in the life.

She can't have kids.

I suspected as much.

You knew she was a liar
before we even got here?

For one thing,
Dr. Canfield is a fake.

A fake?

I asked him if I should
keep using Phenylbutazone

for my navicular disease.

- The wrong medicine.
- Oh, no, no.

It's the right medicine
for that disease,

which affects the
navicular bone in the foot.

Of horses.

Human beings don't
have that disease

because they don't
have that bone.

STEPHANIE: So how'd
you know they'd come here?

DOWLING: I didn't.
Sometimes a little luck helps.

Maria Pello again.

That's Katherine St. Urban.

Or whatever he real name is.

Let's stay with him.

♪♪

Who is that guy?

He works for Maria Pello.

- Wonder who he's talking to?
- Don't know...

(no voice)

Phil's supposed to be here?

Yeah, there he is.

Isn't this
Dr. Canfield's building?

Yes.

(indistinct background
radio communication)

Hey, Phil!

Oh, hi, Steve.

- Phil what's...?
- Hello, Frank.

What happened here?

Some tenant took a
header down the airshaft.

It's probably just an accident,

but I'll have to
write up a report.

A Dr. Sydney Canfield?

Yeah, how did you know that?

It's been that kind of a day.

Did you know that Paul Erdain

has been meeting
secretly with Maria Pello?

No, I didn't know that.

Well, you're not even
curious as to why?

Who knows, Frank?

Maybe, uh, maybe he
wants to get her to open up

in front of his committee.

Look, Frank, I've
got real problems.

Phil, I think Dr. Canfield
delivered Andy Moore.

Now, can you get me a
peek at his medical records?

Oh, now, come on,
Frank, I can't do that, uh...

Look, they're confidential.

I deal in confidences every day.

It's my specialty.

- No, I can't.
- All right, all right.

By the way, when was
your last confession?

I'm not telling.

You know what I was thinking?

Hmm?

I could go back to Vinnie's Bar,

I could go upstairs,
I could look around...

I could see if I come up
with anything interesting.

What do you think?

Absolutely not.

That's what I thought.

Well, Sergeant Keegan
is quite right, Father.

I am trying to cut a
deal with Maria Pello.

And, if necessary,
I'll get her immunity

in exchange for her testimony.

But why?

Well, to stop all of
these so-called accidents,

for one thing.

They're all members
of the Pello family.

Have you known Maria Pello long?

Oh, we met a couple of times.

Usually outside
of hearing rooms.

Did you know Vince?

Oh, yeah.

What about their son Joey?

Yeah, no.

Why?

Oh, it's nothing really.

(chuckles)

Oh, Father, now... no secrets.

Well, if I had a
suspicious nature,

I might think that you
took an interest in me

because of Andy Moore,

and that your meeting with
the Pellos was about him.

See, I keep thinking that
these deaths in the Pello family

are somehow connected to Andy.

Yes, actually, so did I.

And frankly, that is why
I took an interest in you.

I just can't figure out how
Andy relates to all of this.

Well, if I find anything,
and I mean anything at all

where I can see a connection,

I'll let you know right
away, Father, all right?

Fine.

Oh, is Patricia at home?

No, no, she's out
for the afternoon.

Oh, incidentally, Father,

my meeting with the Pellos,
uh, strictly confidential.

Between you and God's ear?

- He won't tell anyone.
- Oh... (chuckles)

Hello, Father.

Patricia!

I was just asking about you.

I'd like to talk to
you for a moment.

About what?

Uh, Patricia?

Could you come in here, please?

I guess it'll have to wait.

DOWLING: And may God's
blessings be with all of us,

his adopted sons and daughters.

May He make us, wherever we
go faithful members of His church

through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

And may God's
blessings be with you.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Congratulations.

And to you, too.

Excuse me, Father Dowling?

Oh, you here to confess?

No. Presbyterian.

Ah, well, what can I do for you?

I was wondering if you'd had
any luck finding Andy's parents.

Not yet.

I've had an offer
to sell the company.

Well, what's that got to
do with Andy's parents?

They'd be entitled
to Andy's 50%.

And I'd really like to
see that they get it.

Do you think you'll sell?

My heart's not in it
anymore, without him.

Mm.

Any progress on
that idea of yours

that Andy's death
wasn't a suicide?

Not really.

Can't imagine why
anyone would hurt Andy.

Let me know if you get
a lead on the parents.

Mm.

(rock music playing)

MAN (in distance):
This'll just take a minute.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Hey, what are you doing here?

I was looking for Tony.

Tony? Tony who?

There ain't no Tony here.

Get some help.

Any of you guys see which
way the girl went upstairs, huh?

What's going on?

Girl was upstairs.

Who?

I don't know. She got away.

What was she doing?

I don't know, Mr. Sloan.

Describe her.

Bishop MacNee, how
nice to see you again.

I honestly wish it were
good to see you, Frank.

Is something wrong?

Take a look at that.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, my...

Where did you get these?

They were sent anonymously.

Oh, well I can explain, Bishop.

You see, I was visiting a
landmark, uh, a bordello.

You what?!

You know, a house of ill repute.

Potential converts.

I don't want to hear about it.

Frank, I've warned you before.

Now, I'm telling you, stop.

But Bishop, I am
on to something.

I don't care.

But whoever sent you these
pictures is trying to stop me!

Frank...!

Stop playing detective.

Or I'll remove you
from the parish.

Father Frank, I got
something to show you...

Bishop MacNee, I'm sorry.

I didn't know you
were here. I'll just...

No, Sister Stephanie,
you needn't withdraw.

Father Dowling and I have
terminated our conversation.

What was that all about?

- Very cute.
- Mm.

Little blackmail, huh?

- So, guess where I've been.
- Where?

Do you remember that
we saw Katherine St. Urban

go into a door
next to Vinnie's bar?

Well, they got an
apartment upstairs,

and I went there,

and you're not gonna
believe what I found.

Vinnie's Bar?

Are you trying to
get yourself killed?

- Those people...
- Just wait. Just look.

This was a bullet.

Now it's just this
part and the powder.

I don't understand.

And the bottom of my bag is wet.

Wet?!

Yeah, and I found this bullet

in the freezer.

Freezer...?

- Ice.
- Ice.

A bullet made of ice that
kills and then disappears.

Andy Moore.

Yeah.

Well, we don't know
who did it or why,

but at last we know
how it was done.

Uncle Frank, I'm sorry,

but I really can't deal
with this right now.

I-I've got the commissioner, the
mayor, the senator on my back,

and you're talking
about frozen bullets.

I-I'm sorry, but I can't
deal with it, okay?

The bullets aren't frozen,
they're made of ice.

Well, that's much better.
Now, please go home.

Look, Phil, in all
your accidents,

the bodies were mangled.

- So?
- So, they weren't accidents.

They were murders.

The victims were all shot
with bullets made of ice.

So there'd be no trace.

Yeah, just like Andy Moore.

Bullets made of ice?

- Yes.
- Yeah.

Where's the Mob gonna
get something like that?

(phone ringing)

Yeah?

Uh, I'll be right there.

Now the commissioner
wants to see me.

Now, wait a minute, Phil.

There is something you can do.

- What?
- I need to know

who was Dr. Canfield's
maternity patients 22 years ago.

Oh, now, look, I told you
I can't give you access

to those medical records.

No, but you can find out at
which hospitals he was on staff.

Andy Moore's mother was
admitted to one of those hospitals.

No.

You won't give up
on this, will you?

No.

Hello, Sister.

Hello.

Can I help you?

Yeah, as a matter
of fact, you could.

How's that?

Well, I'm intrigued
by computers.

You came to the right place.

I don't remember seeing
you around here before.

Well, that's probably 'cause

I've never been
around here before.

I'm from St. Michael's.

So, what can I do for you?

Well, I don't want
to take up your time.

I mean, you're obviously
a very busy man.

This thing does all
the work, actually.

I was telling Father
Dowling the other day

we really should get a computer.

You know, put all the
parish records on it.

- Nice idea.
- Yeah, it is, but,

well, just between you and me,

the Father's a little bit
old-fashioned, you know,

and he doesn't
think that we can get

all the records on one computer.

You know, they go
back 50 years or so.

This model could handle
everything you wanted.

- You really think so?
- Absolutely.

I can access all the
records of this hospital

from the day it
opened to this morning.

Oh, I find that a
little hard to believe.

Oh, I wouldn't
lie to you, Sister.

Can you prove it?

Sure.

Okay. Well, call
something up, then,

from a long time ago.

- Well, let's see...
- How about 22 years?

Well, we could call up, uh...

The maternity records. Yeah.

Sure, why not?

- In August.
- August.

August the 15th. (chuckles)

There you are.

Look at that.

That's amazing.

Thanks.

Don't you want the
name of the make

and the model for the Father?

Well, that's a Xenon
X-70 with multiple access

and a Dryad digital base, right?

See ya.

Good morning, Miss Erdain.

I heard you ran here every day.

Yeah.

Could we go somewhere and talk?

I have another mile to go.

Are you running to or
away from something?

What does that mean?

Your father's a very
powerful man, isn't he?

Yes, he is.

I imagine it must be hard to
find a man to measure up to him.

In what regard?

Well, a man for yourself.

I've managed.

Two marriages and you returned
to your maiden name, his name?

I have things to do. Excuse me.

Joey Pello.

Did you love him?

22 years ago, you were
really just a girl, weren't you?

Must have been
exciting... A mobster's son.

Your father must have been
furious when he found out

you were pregnant, wasn't he?

I was never pregnant.

22 years ago, you were
admitted to Lake Memorial Hospital

by Dr. Sidney Canfield.

And that's where
your son was born,

and that's where
your father made you

put him up for adoption,

and that's what this
is all about, isn't it?

What is any of
this to you, really?

I think someone killed
your son, Andy Moore,

and I don't know why,

but somehow it has
to do with your father

and the Pello family.

And you came into
my confessional

the other day, didn't you?

Tell me I'm wrong
and I'll go away.

Go away.

(skillfully playing
classical music)

(pipe organ stops suddenly)

Steve?

Yeah?

Did I forget to pay the
light bill again this month?

No, you paid it.

Well, would you mind
checking the breaker?

We might have blown a fuse.

I'm on my way.

(gun cocks)

Call him.

Father Dowling?

Yes?

- (Sloan grunts)
- Get out of here!

♪♪

(anxious breathing)

(footsteps)

(discordant notes blaring)

(playing various
discordant notes)

(stops playing)

Stop!

(sobbing)

It's all right, all right.

He's gone.

- (doorbell rings)
- I'll get it.

ERDAIN: Uh, Father
Dowling's expecting me.

(door shuts)

Thank you.

Well, Father.

Senator Erdain,
thank you for coming.

Patricia, what are
you doing here?

I asked her to be here.

Why?

Because once and for
all, I want the whole truth.

Someone tried to kill me
and my assistant last night,

so maybe you'll be kind enough
to supply the missing pieces.

Come on, Patricia, we're going.

I think you'd better listen.

Patricia!

She's right, Senator.

Have a seat, please.

Well, what is it?

22 years ago, Patricia
was pregnant by Joey Pello

and planned to marry him.

But he was killed in a gang war.

Your price for
helping your daughter

was that she put her
child up for adoption

and then never have
anything more to do with it.

But what I think happened,

what nobody else knew,

was that that child
created the initial contact

between you and the Pellos.

I have no connection with them,

except the intention to
put them all behind bars.

Oh, I'll just bet that
when you met the Pellos

to arrange that secret adoption,

that you suddenly all realized

how valuable you
could be to each other,

and you've been secret
partners ever since, haven't you?

Right now, this massive
investigation of yours is

just a mere charade

while Mrs. Pello eliminates the
weak links in her organization.

If they're ready to sing to
you, she eliminates them.

It's sort of like
spring housecleaning.

- What it is is fantasy.
- I'm right, aren't I?

Total fantasy!

And because I was
getting too close to the truth,

one of them tried to
have me killed last night.

And because Andy Moore refused

to give up learning the
truth about his parents,

Mrs. Pello had him killed.

That's a lie!

He was my grandson.

Maria, for God's sake,
what are you doing here?

Hello, Patricia.

Remember me?

Yes.

This priest got
everything else right.

He's a little too smart
for his own good.

But then he says I killed Moore.

You know me, Patricia.

I haven't changed.

Joe was my only son.

Andy Moore was his only child.

And mine.

I was his grandmother.

I'm not like this
aristocrat here.

My blood isn't blue and cold.

It's hot and red and it
was in that boy's veins.

I watched over him all his life.

He never knew it.

When that toy
company needed capital

to get started, I arranged it.

He never met me,
but I was always there.

And I could never kill that boy.

He was all that was left of Joe.

Mrs. Pello, three of your
enemies died recently,

in an accident.

I know how they were killed.

How?

They were shot with
bullets made of ice

that melted and left no trace.

And that's exactly the
way Andy Moore died.

No!

I couldn't do that...

Not to Joe's boy.

Well, who else could've?

Never mind, priest.

It's over.

You can't prove a thing.

And there's nothing
left to look for.

You go public, we'll all
deny this ever happened.

We'll take care of the
rest of this business...

ourselves.

Patricia, we're leaving.

Patricia!

You know what you are, Father?

You're someone who, from the
moment he gets up in the morning

until the moment
he falls asleep,

no one ever says no to.

If I had said no to you then,

I would have a son now.

Go home, Senator.

I know how painful
this must be for you.

I'm truly sorry.

(playing gentle melody)

Frank, what are you doing?

Thinking.

So, what's gonna happen?

Father Frank?

(stops playing)

Of course!

Maria Pello was involved
in the toy company,

and Andy Moore never knew it.

So?

So, let's go.

You the people looking
for Mr. Robinson?

Yes, I'm Father Dowling,
and this is Sister Stephanie.

- Hello.
- Steve.

Well, he was here, but he left.

He got a call from some woman

- and had to go meet her.
- Do you know where?

He wrote it down. It's up front.

- Give me a second?
- Thanks.

Here's the address.

Thanks, I appreciate it.

This is my nephew
Phil's phone number.

Would you mind calling him
and asking him to meet us there?

It's an emergency.

Sure, no problem.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, is the ice
bullet project still on?

No, it's done.

You know about that, huh?

I was Andy Moore's priest.

Oh.

It was all very hush-hush.

Mr. Robinson handled
the whole thing himself.

He wouldn't even let us
talk about it with Mr. Moore.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

It was the only defense
contract we ever had.

I don't even know what it was.

Navy or something.

But it's over now?

Yeah, we are back to just toys.

I hope we didn't spend
too much time back there.

You mean I should go fast?

Yes.

(tires squeal)

So, tell me what's going on.

Is Robinson the
killer or are we trying

to keep him from getting killed?

Both.

Maria Pello undoubtedly
got to know Robinson

when she financed
the toy company,

and she turned the toy company

into the Mob's
research-and-development arm.

They developed those bullets,

and Marie's been using them
to get rid of her own enemies.

But Robinson used
one to kill Andy Moore.

He's supposed to
be away on vacation.

- I know.
- Well, so how did he do it?

- Why did he do it?
- I don't know the how,

but the why is because
when he sold the company,

he didn't want Andy
Moore to have 50%.

MARIA: Over here, Chuck.

It's a funny place
to meet, Mrs. Pello.

It's private.

How come you
killed your partner?

Mrs. Pello, you're amazing.

How'd you know that?

A fellow told me.

Did Moore find out about us?

Was that it?

No.

No, of course not.

I don't get it.

Why did you kill him?

I'm selling the company.

If he dies, I get it all.

You know how it is, Mrs. Pello.

Theresa and I like
to live pretty well.

Company's successful,
but not that successful.

Was Theresa in on it with you?

Not her. She liked Andy.

(chuckles) She was my alibi.

I was in Canada when
Andy took the dive.

Except she was taking classes,

and I was off by
myself on the slopes.

And where I was...
was a chartered plane.

It's three hours, round trip.

She never missed me.

You knew he was going out there?

I told him to do it.

That was the
beauty of the thing.

Do it when I'm away, so I
can't be called to talk you in.

Do it at 2:00 in the afternoon,

so your message will
get on the 6:00 news.

(laughs)

It was perfect.

He went out there like a lamb.

Okay. That's all.

Sloan!

(footsteps approach)

You better go back
down and wait for Phil.

What is it, Mrs. Pello?
What's going on?

Andy Moore was my grandson.

Why else do you think I'd invest
money with a scum like you?

For the ice bullet.

For the advancements we could...

No!

You're gonna have a fall.

Good-bye, Chuck.

I hope you've got more than
one of those bullets, Mrs. Pello,

and a good explanation as to
why we both fell off this building.

Out of the way, priest.

This is family.

No, it isn't.

It's a matter for the law.

What'll the law do?
Put him in prison?

Yes!

I got friends in the pen.

It still comes out
the same place.

That's between you
and your conscience.

But above you is
God and the law.

And they both
misjudged this man.

I will kill you, priest, if you
don't get out of my way.

Freeze!

(groans)

Don't move!

- PHIL: Let's go!
- Right.

OFFICER: You have
the right to remain silent...

Frank, what's going on here?

Congratulations, nephew.

You've done it again.

(Stephanie chuckles)

Yeah! Yeah!

(cheering)

Yeah, we did it, we did it!

I fell asleep.

Well, I was up late last
night, and I'm not used to that.

What happened?

We won!

Was it spirit...

or faith?

No, it was goal tending.

Our new goalie.

Steve?!

- But you're a ringer.
- No, I'm not.

Girls can play on the team,

as long they're members
of St. Michael's parish.

Where in the rules does it
say a nun can't play soccer?

(cheering)

I was told that somebody was...

Patricia.

Father Dowling, I'm leaving
Chicago this afternoon,

and I wanted to
see you before I go.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

We're having a celebration.

We won a soccer game.

It's a miracle.

You're leaving the city?

- On my own.
- Hm.

I'm not Daddy's little girl
anymore, thanks to you.

For what you did for me and
what you tried to do for my son.

Mm.

Buy some soccer balls, huh?

That's an awful
lot of soccer balls.

Thank you.

Give me your blessing, Father.

You have it, my child.

And I pray you find contentment.

Or something.

- Good-bye.
- Bye-bye.

Hm.

What made you first suspect
the truth, Detective Keegan?

Uh, well, it-it's
hard to reconstruct

the actual thought process.

Uh, the important
thing is the result.

Uh, we do have organized
crime figure Maria Pello in custody,

and we expect to prove
our case against her.

In the strangest turn of events
thus far, Senator Paul Erdain,

whose crime subcommittee has

been holding
hearings in Chicago,

has himself been linked
with the notorious Pello family.

Oh, well, all I
can say is, um...

we, uh, we do
expect Senator Erdain

to appear before
the grand jury shortly.

Mm.

Police Commissioner Murphy
was quoted as saying, "We've come

"to expect this kind of
brilliant detective work

from young Phil Keegan."

Phil's taking all
the credit again.

He's not taking it.

They're pushing it on him.

What's the poor boy to do?

Are we celebrating here or not?

Come on!

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