All language subtitles for Father Dowling Mysteries - 1x06 - The Mafia Priest Mystery Part 2.eng

- He didn't say anything?
- No.

Not a clue as to who
had him killed... Guilliamo?

Not a hint.

So what do we do now?

I mean, with Douglas gone,
we don't even have a lead.

Well, there's still that mystery
woman who phoned me

about John going
to shoot Guilliamo.

You know, Douglas
had a girlfriend at the bar.

Not exactly a girlfriend,
but she was pretty friendly.

Well, maybe we ought
to try and find her.

She could be useful.

But first I want to talk
to Sergeant Clancy.

Maybe now she'll be
interested in what I have to say.

It seems clear to me that the
whole thing was part of a plan.

One of the three suspects:
Chris Luciani, Peter Luciani

or Tom Fremont pays
Douglas to kill Guilliamo.

Then kills Douglas
to protect himself.

What do you think?

Fascinating.

Well, I knew you'd see it
once I laid out all the pieces.

Not that you wouldn't have come
to the same conclusion yourself.

Father...

as fascinating as I
find your speculations,

I am limited to the facts.

Mr. Douglas catches
your friend, John Luciani

practically in the act
of committing murder.

A Mr. Douglas... shot by person

or persons unknown...
Is also murdered.

Those are the facts.

But what about the fake
priest collar that we found?

Father, one man's fake collar is

another woman's...
dirty piece of cardboard.

Yes, but it shows how
Douglas impersonated a priest

to kill Guilliamo.

Clancy.

No, I haven't gone
over the coroner's report.

Okay. I'll be right there.

Father, please...

why don't we each
do what we do best?

Sister?

- Yeah?
- Anything?

Lot of disgusting
stuff, but no gloves.

Oh.

You know what's bothering me?

That you've been
at it for two hours?

No.

It's how good I'm getting

at going through trash.

Hey, Dude!

This is our alley. Out of here.

Well, we're just
trying to help a friend.

What do you want?

Well, we're looking
for a pair of gloves.

You already got some.

Oh, no, but these gloves
belong to a friend of ours.

He was accused of murdering
that man here a couple days ago.

So what are they
doing in our Dumpster?

Well, the real killer took
our innocent friend's gloves

and threw them in the trash.

And he was wearing his own
when he committed the murder,

and then turned them
into the police for evidence.

Yeah, see, that way,
the cops got gloves

with powder burns on 'em.

So you're not looking

for leftover sweet
rolls or sandwiches?

No. Just gloves.

Italian gloves, very expensive.

Did you find those here?

Could I have them, please?

I'll pay you for them.

20 bucks each.

Oh, Sister.

Thank you very much.

Bless you, son.

Those gloves
never fit me, anyway.

When I agreed to marry you,

you told me you were working

- for your father in the import business.
- I was.

And then when I find
out what you really do...

you promised me

that it would never
touch the children or me.

And?

And...

and did you read the paper today

about that prosecutor
who was murdered?

Everybody is saying
Peter is responsible.

- You know it isn't true.
- Everybody!

The police commissioner,

the-the-the man on
the news... Everybody!

The neighbors won't speak to me!

My family...

my own family won't even see me.

Sweetheart...

And don't talk to me like that.

Or what?

These gloves, John, are
they anything like yours?

They sure look like mine.

Yeah, they are mine.

I can tell because the
fur in the lining's worn

where I hold the steering wheel.

They're real nice.

They look like they cost a lot.

They are expensive.

It's a little embarrassing.

They were a gift
from my brother.

Peter? Peter gave them to you?

Yes.

But what about the gloves
that the police have in evidence?

Douglas switched them.
It was part of the frame.

Well, we better be going.

Now, don't you lose heart.

I know you're innocent,

and we'll prove it.

Somehow.

Thank you, Father.

What kind of security
you got around here?

I've worked here about 20 years.

No, I mean protection.

I don't need protection.

I'm talking about the church.

I figure we block
the street, either end,

three or four guys in the
church and two on the roof.

Oh, Marie, I see you're
entertaining Mr. Coribini.

Oh, can I have a word
with you privately?

In a moment.

What can I do for
you, Mr. Coribini?

Here are a few things
we need for the wedding.

We pay for
everything. Don't worry.

"Flowers, candles,
a metal detector"...?

Just a precaution.

Mm.

Mr. Coribini, St. Michael's
is open to everyone

and available to
anyone in the community.

But we don't do decorations,
nor do we select flowers.

And a metal detector is,
uh, terribly inappropriate

and out of the question.

Uh, I thought you might
have a problem with that,

but I thought I'd ask.

I'll have my people
take care of everything,

and we won't do anything
to embarrass the church.

I'm sure you want
your daughter's wedding

to be beautiful and special.

I'm very nervous.

It's all right.

So are we.

Frank...

we cannot let this
get out of hand.

The papers get a hold of
this, and you're gonna have

another one of those
lunches with the bishop.

Speaking of the bishop,
the archdiocese called.

They said His Excellency
was coming back

from Rome on Wednesday.

He wants to discuss that
Father Luciani matter with you.

We better have some
good news for him

before he gets back, Frank.

Yeah, I think you're right.

I wouldn't want to be
here when he finds out

the Mob is taking
over St. Michael's.

Marie! No one is
taking over St. Michael's.

It's merely a
wedding, that's all.

That's the way it starts.

Pretty soon, they're gonna
want a cut of the bingo game.

You mark my words...
This is a disaster.

Will you walk to
communion class with me?

Sure.

We have got to find
Douglas's girlfriend.

Well, I'm gonna go to his office

to see if I can find
out where he lives.

She's the only lead we've got.

- Hey! Hey, stop!
- What is this? What are you doing?

What are you doing?!

Don't you hurt her!

Hey, let go of him!

Let go of me! Aah! Let go!

Don't miss, Sister!

Sorry if we scared you, Father.

Midwestern hospitality
isn't usually so rough.

Oh, I understand, Mr. Fremont.

You came to see me last time.

Seemed only fair that this
time I should collect you.

Ah...

Should I ask what you
want or should I just guess?

Well, you were full
of ideas the other day.

If I were a gambler,
I'd bet that you want me

to take a message.

If it were to the police,

you could simply just call them.

So it must be to the Lucianis.

Not only gutsy... smart, too.

You can tell those Lucianis
we'll meet with them.

We don't want war.

I don't think they do either.

Well, he has got a damn
funny way of showing it.

What did he blow
up my truck for then?

Tell me that.

Maybe he thought
you murdered Guilliamo

and framed his brother.

Somebody did.

Nobody here is a killer.

You just sell your cash crop,
which happens to be marijuana.

Why not?

We can grow it as easy as
some farmer in Colombia.

Why shouldn't an
American get the money?

Because it's wrong!

It hurts people,
and you know it.

It is all wrong!

Wrong?

I'll tell you what wrong is.

My dad worked 320 acres of
the richest land south of Decatur,

same land as his father
and his grandfather.

Spring before last,
the bank took it back.

There are hundreds
just like him.

Now that...

is wrong.

I'm sorry, Tom...

but that doesn't make
what you're doing right.

Take him back.

We were coming down the steps

and we were on the
way to communion class,

and we walked to about
there and then this...

Father? Father Dowling?

Hold it, hold it.

Is there a humanitarian here
who'll take care of the cab?

I find myself without funds
and somewhat embarrassed.

Sorry, I have no comment.

Father, please, can
you just tell us...?

You gave everybody
quite a scare, Father.

Where'd they pick you up?

Sergeant, this whole
thing is out of proportion.

There was no kidnapping.

I was never in any real danger,
and, besides, I was blindfolded.

I don't know where they took me.

Well, what did they want?

That, Sergeant, I'm
afraid, is confidential.

And that's one of
the things I do best.

- Father Dowling?
- Father?

Father, please, could
you give us a statement?

Father? Father Dowling!

Please...

Just one statement, please.

- Father, one picture.
- Father? -Father!

I'll make a cup of hot tea.

Thanks. I could really use some.

You? Me.

I'm a nervous wreck.

Come on, Frank.

I'm dying here.

What happened?

Those men, they
took me to Fremont.

He says all he wants is peace.

He claims they
never killed anybody.

This is grim.

John's brothers aren't
gonna help us at all.

That's why you've got
to get Douglas' address,

so we can talk to his girl.

Did I say I didn't have it?

Hello? Anyone here?

In here.

Where have you
been? I've got a...

date.

You're not from the
second-hand store.

No, St. Michael's has
been called many things,

but not that.

You...

you're that tramp from the bar

who took Douglas
away to get shot.

Why are you dressed like that?

I'm Sister Stephanie.

The only place I ever took
Douglas was to our church.

Well, it doesn't really
make any difference.

He's dead.

You loved him, didn't you?

You gonna tell the
cops that he knew me?

They're not gonna believe you.

They thought he was Mr. Clean.

I won't repeat anything
you don't want me to.

I don't know who his boss was,

if that's what you want to know.

Did he kill Guilliamo?

It's very important.

The young man they
arrested was a friend of ours.

And we know he's innocent.

Douglas never told me.

He never really told me
anything about his life.

We never came here to talk.

Well, you must know something.

He, um, told me he was
getting a big chunk of money.

But a lot of men tell me that.

I see.

Well, thank you.

Oh, uh...

if I can ever help you,
in any way, please call.

You mean you'll give the
poor hooker a cup of coffee

and some advice
on how to go straight?

No.

In my business, there are
no hookers and nice people,

just people.

Father?

The morning of the
murder, a woman called you

and told you to stop Luciani
before he killed that guy.

It was you.

Douglas told me to do it.

He told me the time to call.

He even gave me your number.

Thank you.

And, um...

you're right.

I loved him a lot.

Will you tell the cops
about the phone call?

Are you crazy?

I'm never telling
that story again.

They finally decided
to let me out on bail.

Welcome back.

- It's great to see you, Johnny.
- Thank you.

I've got some pot roast left.

I suppose I could
warm it up for you.

Uh, thanks, Marie, but there's
someplace I'd really like to go.

John, why don't you take
the service this Sunday?

Be good for you;
be good for all of us.

- Thank you, Father.
- Mm.

I want you to know
how much I appreciate

- what you've done for me.
- Hm.

Johnny...

Johnny, over here.

Whatever you want,
the answer's no.

We have to talk.

I haven't seen you since...

Since what?

I got arrested because
I was trying to help you.

Come on, you know I had
nothing to do with Guilliamo's killing.

Do I?

Are you sure?

Hello, Peter.

Hello, Father.

I'm in your debt
for helping Johnny.

I believe he's innocent.

You have no idea how
bad I feel about all this.

I'm doing everything
I can to get you off.

Is that what you call
murdering, Douglas?

Okay, wise guy.

You don't want to
believe the truth, don't.

But I had nothing to do...

The truth?

The last time you told the
truth, I was six years old.

I was crazy to think
you wanted to change.

You may be a priest, but
you're still my little brother.

And nobody talks
to me like that!

Now, that's enough.

Do have to remind you,
you're both in the church?

Yes, it is.

And it's a sacrilege
even for you to be here.

I'm sorry, Father.

John, go after him.

He's your brother.

He's also a soul who needs help.

Is that an order?

No.

I can't help him.

Peter?

Peter, I know that John
said some hurtful things,

but he's frightened
and confused.

I got a pretty good
idea who's behind this.

I plan on taking care of it.

Revenge is not the answer.

Father, if you're talking
about the murders,

I have nothing to confess.

I was telling the truth
about being clean.

Peter...

Father, take care of Johnny.

He's dead.

It's a terrible thing, John.

Yeah, I know.

Uh, I've been
praying all night for...

for guidance, and I...

I know the answer.

I've made a decision.

I'm gonna withdraw
from the priesthood.

Don't say that.

I turned away from my brother.

I spoke to him just
before it happened.

I know he understood.

So do I.

How unworthy I am.

You shouldn't try
to judge yourself.

Thank you, Father.

I... I appreciate the thought.

John...

every priest has to
learn to accept failure.

It's done.

Thank you.

What are you thinking, Frank?

I was just wondering
what kind of a man

could murder his own brother.

Well, if there's enough
money on the line...

or if you're Cain and Abel.

Why you thinking that?

Well, whoever hired
Douglas to murder Guilliamo,

had to know about John's
very expensive Italian gloves.

Yeah, so the killer
could wear the same kind

and then switch 'em.

And Chris must have
known about John's gloves.

Yeah, but, Frank, I mean,
Tom Fremont and his guys

could have known about 'em.

When billions of
dollars are at stake,

people can be
pretty resourceful.

That's one of the
reasons why we're here.

Thank you very much.

Father, thank you for coming.

Steve.

Our deepest sympathy.

How's John?

Isn't he here?

We, uh, haven't
heard from him since...

I'm sure he'll come.

Mm.

Hey, Bonnie.

Hi.

Ooh.

How you holding up?

I-I can't take anymore.

Cathy, you've gotta get
away from these people.

No.

Come see me at the church.

I-I can't get away.

This looks like a conspiracy.

I don't have a chance.

The three best-looking ladies
in Chicago all in the same spot.

Come on, honey.

All right. Oh, that's a girl.

I was telling Father
how lucky it was

that you weren't killed too.

Where were you when it happened?

Right here.

I almost went with Peter,
but at the last moment...

I, uh...

I wasn't feeling well.

Lucky, huh?

Real lucky.

Oh, hello there, young man.

Hey, Father.

It's a terrible thing, Father.

- It's just terrible.
- Mm.

How long did you know Peter?

Chris hired me
about six months ago,

right after the indictments
came out, and, uh,

well, after that, Peter
wasn't around much.

Mm.

Son, uh, about your
working for the Lucianis,

is this really what
you want to do?

Hey, these are great people.

I mean, look at Chris.

He's always thinking
about everybody else.

Really?

Yeah.

See, the Coribinis came to him,
offered to postpone the wedding.

He said it meant too much
to them and go ahead.

He did that?

Picked up the whole tab, too.

Told him to make it a wedding
everybody'd remember.

That's what I call
a standup guy.

Mm.

Well, if you ever want to
talk about your situation here,

you know where to find me.

Sure.

- Excuse me, Father.
- Mm-hmm.

All right, guys, you lose again.

Sister Steve.

All right...

Hey, it's a donation, all right?

Uh-huh.

You believe this?

Is this lucky or what?

Did you remember
to, uh, tell these guys

you were the neighborhood champ?

Must have slipped my mind.

Yeah, yeah.

So who are these
palookas, anyway?

They're new guys.

Oh, but I thought
Peter Luciani was taking

the family out of business.

Eh, beats me.

Well, that doesn't make sense.

I mean, taking on new
guys when you're quitting.

Well, uh, some
things better not to ask,

but, uh, Chris
hired all of them.

- Chris hired them, huh?
- Yeah.

Business must be booming.

Excuse me, Father.

This room's private.

Oh, sorry.

I-I just was looking for a
quiet place to use the phone.

It-it would only take a minute.

Try the back hall.

This is off-limits to everybody.

Ah. Well, I'll do that.

Guess what I just heard
from my pal Karnes?

Hmm?

No, don't guess. It's too good.

The Luciani family just went
through a real military buildup,

hiring all kinds
of extra muscle.

Peter did?

No, that's the beauty of it.

It was Chris.

It certainly sounds like he
wasn't gonna let anybody else

take over the drug business.

And Chris would never
go up against Peter

because Peter was
head of the family.

And if he hired Douglas
to murder Guilliamo,

then there was no way
that Peter could ever quit.

I sure wish I could nose
around in Chris's office.

It's off-limits.

We haven't watched all that
Notre Dame football for nothing.

Get ready for the
quarterback sneak.

What?

Create a diversion.

Oh, now, wait, no. Steve...

- Go, Father.
- Now, wait a minute.

- No, I don't think...
- Go, go.

Excuse me.

Uh, hello, everyone.

Would you kindly gather around?

I'd like to say a few words

to the memory of our dear
friend Peter Luciani, yeah?

Oh, come closer, please.

You, sir, please,
won't you join us

in showing our respect
for Peter Luciani.

In some ways, I-I didn't
know Peter very well.

Uh, I actually
only met him once,

and it was just
for a few moments.

Uh...

Um...

let us begin this tribute
with a brief prayer.

Heavenly Father,
be merciful to us.

Bless us, O God, and cause
Your face to shine upon us...

and the grass withers
and the flowers fade...

from everlasting to
everlasting. Amen.

Yes, you-you-you might say that

I-I didn't know Peter very well,

but, well, how different could
he be from every man, hmm?

And, uh, how different
are we from each other?

Well, I think you all
know the answer to that.

As much as we all...

Peter was a man just
like any other man...

So you can see that,
uh, we knew Peter as, uh,

we know each other.

Uh, that brings to mind a
favorite story of mine, um...

Thank you, Father,
for these kind words.

I'm sure they've been a
comfort to everyone here.

Now, please, have
something to eat.

A closing prayer perhaps.

I think we've covered
everything. Thanks.

Well, not everything.

Uh, I-I have an announcement.

Uh, there's been a breakthrough
in the Guilliamo murder

that's sure to clear John.

What is it?

Well, I-I managed to
locate Douglas's girlfriend,

and I am certain
that she's going

to tell the police
who hired him.

Uh, in fact,

in-in-in fact, uh,

the police are searching
for her at this very moment.

And now, bless you one and all.

Again, my deepest sympathy.

That is wonderful news
about clearing John.

Yes, yes.

Right now, we're closer to the
killer than you could imagine.

Cathy?

Call me.

I want to help you.

There was a notation
on his calendar.

"Fremont's train, 2:00 p.m."

Fremont travels by train?

And what day at 2:00 p.m.?

Well, listen to this, Frank.

Under the desk, there
was a list of drug contacts

that Chris has been setting up.

The thing was pages
long and brand-new.

Good God, he never
intended to let Peter quit.

Good reason to
kill your brother.

And blame it on Fremont.

Well, I'd say that Chris
is our leading suspect.

How are we gonna prove that?

Oh, I was afraid you
were gonna ask that.

Hey, Slick, I'm looking
for that dark-haired girl

that was with Douglas.

Thanks.

Hey, baby.

You talking to me?

Depends on who you been with.

Do you want references?

What's your name?

Maybe it's Beth.

How's that? Is that
good enough for you?

Maybe.

You know a guy named Douglas?

I used to.

Why?

Somebody outside
wants to meet you.

Do I want to meet him?

What you don't want
is to disappoint him.

I'll do my best.

Are you crazy?

She's a nun.

You should be
ashamed of yourself.

I think he'll want
to talk to me.

Let's go.

I know that you hired
Douglas to kill Guilliamo

and frame your brother.

If you know what's good
for you, you'll shut up.

Father Frank told Chris

that Douglas's girlfriend
could name the killer.

Coming here proves
that Chris is the killer.

Or else why would
he want to shut her up?

Take care of her now.

I'm not killing a nun.

Hey, don't worry...
he'll do it himself.

Should be a cinch, Chris,
after wasting your own brother.

You stupid...

I wouldn't touch
her if I were you.

Good evening, Chris, gentlemen.

What are you doing?

Well, it's much too
cold to talk about it here.

Why don't we go down
to the police station

and Sergeant Clancy will
give us a nice cup of hot coffee,

and you can tell her everything.

You're pushing your luck.

I know how corrupt
your heart is, Chris.

But believe me, sincerely,

it's within God's mercy to...

You think you're safe

because you're a priest?

No.

I think I'm safe because
I didn't come here alone.

Fellas?

I brought witnesses.

Looks like a standoff, Chris.

Let's go.

I didn't kill anybody,

and all you have is speculation.

For the moment.

Are you okay?

Oh, I'm fine.

- I'm just shaking from the cold.
- Hmm.

Thanks, fellas,
for all your help.

Now, everybody
back to St. Michael's

for a nice hot meal.

Great, great,
good. I can use it.

You know, he's right, Frank.

We don't have any proof.

Yeah.

For Father John's sake,
we better get some and soon.

Take him inside.

- No.
- Do it.

What the hell is going on?

I'm leaving you.

You're going no place
but back inside that house.

You killed Peter, didn't you?

Nobody...

in my whole life...

ever hit me before.

Please...

just go back in the house.

I know you killed Peter.

He was too smart to let
anyone else close enough

- to him to kill him.
- Shut up.

Anybody but the
brother he loved.

But you... you hated
him, didn't you?

I knew that from the first
time I saw you two together,

just how much you hated him

because you weren't
the oldest, and...

You listen to me
and you listen good.

You ever tell this
story to anybody else,

you ever try to leave
me, I divorce you.

I tell the judge you're crazy.

Are you listening to me?

I get custody of the kids.

I own judges; you
know I can do it.

And you never, ever,
ever see them again.

Hey, let go of her!

What happened to you?

I, uh, I...

She fell.

And I was just helping her
out, wasn't I, sweetheart?

Yeah... yeah, I-I just slipped.

You're coming with me,
right now, to St. Michael's.

If that's what she wants.

Honey, go on.

Come with me, Cathy.

Please.

No, I... I can't.

Patrice Coribini's
got more flowers

than any wedding I've ever seen.

- Hmm.
- Three different trucks so far.

Listen, that notation on Chris'
desk about Fremont's train...

Yeah?

Did it say arriving
or departing?

It didn't.

She's got a woman and
an assistant to do her hair

and somebody else
to do her makeup.

Father, thank you again.

It's a special
day for my Patrice

and the entire Coribini
family, of course.

- Hmm.
- How's the groom holding up?

He'll be all right.
He's a dentist.

Looks like a full
house out there.

Everybody in the Luciani
family but Chris, such a shame.

He's not coming?

A last-minute
business appointment.

But that's strictly
confidential, of course.

Ah... and Chris wouldn't let
you postpone the wedding.

By any chance, did
he choose this date?

How did you know?

He said it was a
special day for him.

Now, thanks again, Father.

Mm.

What are you thinking, Frank?

Fremont's train...
It's gotta be today.

Don't you see?

The farmers think they're safe,

because the entire
Luciani family is right here.

Miss Coribini's ready.

Took two women to
carry here dress out.

Must have a hundred
yards of fabric in it.

- Where are you going?
- Spiritual emergency.

What about the wedding?

We'll be right back.

Well, yeah, tell-tell the
organist to play an encore,

maybe a medley
of her biggest hits.

If Fremont is bringing
in the delivery by train,

he's most likely gonna be at
the West Side freight yards.

There's very little
going on there.

Call Sergeant Clancy,
tell her to meet us there.

It's an emergency.

What?!

Look, Steve, there
they are over there.

What are they doing?

I can't tell. Better
park back there.

Looks like Chris is
right on schedule.

Look, Frank.

Must be a trainload
of marijuana.

I don't think they're gonna

leave Fremont and his
men around to complain.

I want those doors open.

I want 'em open now.

Frank, we gotta do something.

You're right.

- Let's go.
- Go where?

Upstairs.

Come on.

- Got it?
- Hurry it up with that door.

Come on... won't come off...

Okay. Full speed ahead.

What?

Create a diversion.
Go on, drive.

Well, Frank, it's
not quite that easy.

You told me that your
Uncle Bert was a fireman,

that he used to
take you on trips,

and he let you drive the engine.

Just give me a
moment, all right?

We haven't got all day!

Come on, move
it, Steve, move it.

- Hold on.
- Hey! -Hey!

Stop the train.

Don't just stand there, stop it!

Stop it!

Uh, Steve, we're
moving backwards.

Well, Frank, the
point is we're going.

Get up on the engine, you guys.

Oh, dear.

Steve, you better open her up.

She's open, she's open.

Hey, you!

Hey! Hey!

Well, get up there!

Run a little faster!

We gotta get that train to stop.

Steve, I think
we've got a problem.

What?

That's the problem.

Get 'em out of there!

Get 'em out of the
front of that thing!

Come on, move it!

All right, all right.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Drop 'em, drop 'em.

Check on the other side!

All right, give it to me.

Okay. You got it. You got it.

I don't see Chris anywhere.

- Oh, no.
- Anybody else on your side?

I got one here, Charlie.

Cathy, you gotta hurry
up and get the kids.

We gotta get out of here.
He's gonna be back any minute.

Guess what?

He is.

Doesn't make any difference.

The cops know you
were at the train yard.

Ah, but I wasn't. I was here
all day with Cathy, wasn't I?

Wasn't I, sweetheart?

Cathy...

you gotta tell the truth.

That's the only way
you ever gonna be free.

Cathy, listen to me.

We've gone through
some tough times, I know.

But things are gonna change.
They're gonna be different.

You'll see. It's all behind us.

It's all behind us now.

Cathy, where you going?

Cathy, wait!

Cathy?

Cathy? I love you.

It's always been
you. You know that.

Cathy.

Please.

Mrs. Luciani?

I have a warrant for the
arrest of your husband Chris.

Is he here?

Please?

He is.

He was out all day...

but he just got back in.

What happened?

The dentist walked out on her.

Left her flat.

But why?

He said he had
time to think it over.

Oh.

Watch the dress.

They've dropped all
charges against me.

- Oh...
- That's terrific.

That's the best news all day.

Are you gonna change
your mind about leaving?

I don't know.

I'm gonna need some
time to think about that.

The church needs
men like you, Father.

Thank you.

Thank you both.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.

- So what do we do now?
- Well, I...

Look, look, I don't know
who's been arrested,

or who's doing what
to whom or whatever...

I just want to make it
clear: I'm not holding lunch.

She's got a good point.

You know, I've been
meaning to ask you...

Did your Uncle Bert
really work on trains?

My Uncle Bert didn't
actually work on trains.

He stole them.