Original subtitles

Oh, Frank, don't stomp on it.

You just touch it lightly with your toe.

Okay, you ready, Frank?

Yeah, just-just let me get this whole thing straight in my mind.

Left brake, right gas. Left brake, right gas.

Right, right. Now, just relax.

Okay, we're gonna put the shift lever into drive, real easy.

Just, there you go.

Uh...

Brake, Frank! Put your...

Take your foot off the gas, put it on the brake!

The one on the left!

Oh, I can't.

No, Frank, that was good.

You just need a little practice.

Oh, Marie, I almost ran you over.

I'm very sorry.

Lucky I've got my St. Jude medal.

You learning to drive is a hopeless case,

if ever I saw one.

Oh, Sister, there's a phone call for you...

Man from juvenile hall.

You're Mark's sister, is that right, Sister?

I mean, his, uh, actual sister.

Yeah.

How is he?

Uh, putting up a good front for his buddies.

Pretending he's not scared.

You know how these kids are.

I know how Mark is.

What was he doing in a bar, anyway?

He's underage.

Well, he and his buddies were trying

to purchase alcoholic beverages.

When the owner refused to serve them, they trashed the place.

I'll tell you, Sister,

if your brother keeps hanging out with these guys,

he's gonna end up in major trouble.

I know.

Talk to him, will you?

I have talked to him.

I've begged, I have threatened.

I-I don't know what else I can do.

Yeah.

Well, he's not looking for a lecture, anyway.

Just wants you to bail him out.

Here we are.

Steve.

So you really did it this time, didn't you, Mark?

Come on, we were just having a little fun and the guy got

- all bent out of shape. - Oh, really?

Well, the officer here tells me you trashed the bar.

I'll see you later, Sister.

So?

So we broke a few glasses, all right?

We didn't hurt anybody, Steve.

You know, you are in major trouble here.

You can't just shine this on like it's nothing.

Look, we'll talk about it outside, all right?

Hey, what's that?

She's my sister.

Mark's got his own pet penguin.

Yeah.

Yeah, how about that?

Look, you gonna get me out of here or what?

You think you can just keep getting into trouble

and I'm gonna keep getting you out of it, right?

You think... Listen to me!

You think nothing bad is ever gonna happen to you.

Mark, if I get you out,

will you come back to the rectory with me, right now?

She's gonna make a priest out of you.

You want to hear my confession, Father Oskowski?

Hey. You got to choose.

You got to choose.

Look, Steve!

I'll call my own shots, all right?

You don't have to come down here and try to run me.

So just stop trying, okay?

Okay.

If that's what you want.

But I hope you like jail, Mark,

because I am not getting you out.

Steve...

Hey, forget about her.

My old lady's on her way down.

She'll bail us all out.

You okay?

No.

No, I'm not, no.

Well, you want to talk about it?

Walking away from Mark is

the hardest thing I've ever done, Frank.

I know that, Steve.

He's my brother and I love him, but I...

I just can't get through to him.

I know how hard you've tried.

I just don't know what else to do.

I think you're doing it.

And I think I'll join you.

Here you go.

Hey, look, what if there's somebody in there?

Hey.

You want to do this or not?

'Cause if you're bogus, forget the whole thing.

No, but, uh, you know, maybe we,

maybe we don't have to take anything.

Maybe we could just trash the place.

No way. No way.

No, we're gonna pay those scuzzballs back

for calling the cops on us.

Now, you go in there and you empty out the register.

That is, if you've got the guts to do it.

♪♪

Mark. Mark.

Father.

Did you come to see Steve?

No. No. I, um...

I didn't want her to lecture me again.

Besides, she doesn't want to see me.

Oh, well, I think you're wrong about that.

If you didn't come to see Steve, why are you here?

Well, I, um...

I didn't have nowhere else to go.

Well, you picked the right place,

and just in time for breakfast.

Come on.

If we're gonna talk Cub talk, you got to have this.

And you're right, Dunston is a good shortstop,

a very good shortstop.

Good?

He's the best shortstop the Cubs ever had.

Mm. You're forgetting Ernie Banks.

And he hit more home runs

than any shortstop in baseball history.

Dunston can hit.

And besides, he's got that rifle arm.

Morning, Steve.

Uh, we were just talking about baseball.

So what are you doing here?

You invited me to come, remember?

And you laughed in my face, remember?

Look...

Look, I need to talk to you, all right?

Oh, why don't I just finish my coffee in the study room.

No, Frank, please stay.

Father Dowling knows all about you.

I don't keep any secrets from him.

Oh, yeah?

Well, all I really know about you, Mark,

is that you're a loyal Cub fan,

and that takes character.

So what is it?

I, um...

I did something really stupid last night.

You know that bar where we got into trouble?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I went back.

Oh, Mark, why did you do that?

To get even with the owner for calling the cops.

All of you went back?

No.

No, just me.

It was like an initiation, you know?

I was supposed to rob the place.

Yes, that was stupid.

That was incredibly stupid.

I can't believe...

Will you just listen to me, all right?!

- Just listen. - Do with you.

Something happened!

What happened, Mark?

Well, I was in there and I heard these two guys in the back room.

They were arguing.

The one guy shot the other guy, dead.

He came out and he saw me...

and I ran.

And he took a shot at me.

Are you telling me the truth?

Yeah.

Yeah, I am telling you the truth.

Mark, you're gonna have to tell the police

what happened.

Yeah, I'm just gonna tell the police

that I went into this bar to rob the place and...

and I just happened to see a murder?

Come on, Father, they're gonna throw me back in jail.

Oh, Mark, it's gonna be okay.

Frank and I'll go with you.

I'll back you up every step of the way, all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, just like you did yesterday, right?

Morning, all.

Morning.

Marie, this is my brother, Mark.

I could tell that.

You're not the only detective around here.

Suppose you'd like some breakfast.

He might want some of your wonderful scrambled eggs.

Suppose you want some, too.

Eh.

Mark... after breakfast,

we're gonna go to the police station, together.

Bruce Billinsley,

from WDRN Traffic Central. Thank you, Bruce.

And this story just in.

There's been a fatal shooting at a downtown bar,

and the victim is Chicago's own

Milt Caulder. The well-known columnist

was found shot to death at the Brooklyn Bar

on 5th Street early this morning.

WDRN reporter

Tammy Welsh is at the scene. Tammy?

- Thank you, Tom. - I always watch the news.

With me is police captain Ed Hayden.

He's in charge of this investigation.

Captain, what can you tell us

about Milt Caulder's murder?

We have reason to believe...

That's him.

That's the murderer.

We have a suspect,

a juvenile who had an argument

with the owners of the bar.

There's an eyewitness,

a motorist who saw him fleeing the scene.

And we lifted fingerprints from the register

when he emptied it.

You said you didn't steal anything!

I didn't. He's lying.

We have identified the suspect as Mark Oskowski.

We're looking for him now,

and we expect to have him in custody very shortly.

I'm telling you, I didn't do anything!

I mean, that's the guy that killed him!

- It's the cops! -Wait! - You just wait right here, Mark.

I'll get the door.

Wait a minute! Come here.

There's a bedroom upstairs at the end of the hall.

Wait for me. Go.

Oh, don't worry about me; I'm a clam.

Oh, thank goodness you're here.

- I kept ringing. - Well, it's been a difficult morning.

Oh, for me, too. May I come in?

- Well, I... - I'm having a personal crisis.

Mark?

It's not the cops.

Yeah, not yet, but they'll be here.

Look, Steve, I need some money.

What about the money from the cash register?

Look, I told you I didn't take that.

Now, if I had, I'd be out of here by now.

Yeah? Where would you go?

Do you know every cop in this city has your description?

What am I gonna do?

Well, I guess you're gonna have to turn yourself in.

That cop wants to frame me for murder.

I know I've lied to you in the past,

but I'm telling the truth now, Steve.

I swear it... you've just got to believe me this time.

Help me get out of town.

Wait.

Look, just give us a couple of days, all right?

Let us look into it.

- Okay. - Okay.

And you'll stay here until we figure it out.

Okay. Okay?

Yeah.

You see, I've been doing some counseling.

I didn't know you were qualified to do that.

Well, perhaps not, technically, but I've always had this flair

for helping people with their problems.

And what's your problem?

The bishop's nephew is having a crisis of faith,

and I volunteered to have a few sessions with him.

And it didn't go so well, hmm?

He just announced to His Excellency

that as a result of his talks with me

he's taking instruction to become a Buddhist.

And the bishop holds me responsible.

What did you say to him?

- The bishop? - No, the nephew.

Oh! All I said was that God is everywhere!

He must have taken it the wrong way.

Evidently.

At the moment, my relationship with His Excellency

is somewhat strained.

I was hoping I could stay here for a few days.

Just until "the heat is off," so to speak.

Well, that's a rather difficult situation, Father Prestwick.

Yes, it is. Thank you so much, Father Dowling.

I'll be right back!

Frank...

I made a deal with Mark.

What kind of a deal?

Well, I told him that he could stay here

until we figured out what was going on with Hayden.

Steve, that's harboring a fugitive.

Well, I know, Frank, but I promised him.

I probably shouldn't have, but I did.

And if not, he's just gonna run for it,

and he doesn't have a chance.

Do you believe him?

Yes, I do.

I don't think he'd lie about this.

St. Michael's Rectory.

Yeah, this is she.

Okay.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Thank you. Bye.

Great, it's the cop from juvenile hall.

He wants to talk to me.

Oh. You have a houseguest.

Uh... Father Prestwick is moving in for the next few days.

Political problems at the diocese.

I'll have plenty of time

- to tell you all about it. - F-Frank...

Sister Stephanie is concerned about the work we're doing

with, uh... disturbed adolescents.

You go on as if I wasn't here.

I'll go unpack.

Frank, he cannot stay here.

Wh-What if he runs into Mark?

He wouldn't take no for an answer.

I've got to go to juvenile hall.

- I'm going with you. - I just don't think

you should get into this any deeper, Frank.

Don't give it a second thought; we're already coconspirators.

- This is such a mess! - Yeah, well, come on,

we'll just hope for the best, and hope that Mark...

stays put.

I'm, uh, afraid it's serious this time, Sister.

A man was shot to death last night during a robbery.

Yes, Milt Caulder, the columnist.

I was watching it on television.

He was a real crusader.

City's gonna miss him.

But I suppose some people can breathe a lot easier

knowing that he's gone.

I suppose so, Father.

What I was wondering is,

what was Milt Caulder doing in that bar

in the middle of the night?

Well, we'll find that out, Father.

We'll also find Mark.

Now, if you want to help him, the best thing to do

would be to tell me where he is.

If you know, that is.

We'll help in any way we can, I promise.

- And, Sister, you have my number. - Mm-hmm.

If you hear from Mark, please contact me immediately.

Thank you, Officer Yates.

Thanks for the moral support, Frank.

I don't know how moral it was

unless we can clear your brother.

Steve, why don't you go to Caulder's office

and see if you can find out what he was working on.

Okay. Well, what about you?

Just drop me off at the Brooklyn Bar.

Hey, Father.

You mind not standing in the doorway?

It's bad for business.

Sorry.

What can I get you?

Uh, just a cup of coffee, black, please?

We got food, too, you know?

And it's almost lunchtime.

Well, I'm not very hungry, thank you.

So, uh, this is the place where Milt Caulder was killed, huh?

I-I thought there'd be police all over the place.

Yeah, they've been and gone; ancient history.

Yeah. I was a big fan of Milt Caulder's.

Never missed his column.

I just wanted to see where it all happened.

Where are you going?

Out.

The Father here was just asking me about the murder.

What about it?

Well, there are a few things that I didn't quite understand

from the news report.

- Like what? - Well, first thing,

what was Milt Caulder doing here all alone

- after the bar was closed? - He used the back room

to work in sometimes.

When he was stuck downtown late at night,

we used to let him come in and use the place.

- So you knew him quite well. - He was a regular customer,

and everybody liked Milt Caulder.

Mm. Except the person who killed him.

That kid.

Well, that's what the police said,

but they've been known to make mistakes.

You finished your coffee yet, Father?

Not quite.

As a matter of fact, I think I do have room

for a little lunch after all.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Can I help you, Father?

Well, I don't know.

Who are you?

Captain Hayden, police.

Oh.

Father Dowling, St. Michael's.

I thought the police were all finished here.

Well, we're just doing a little follow-up.

You have an interest in this case?

Just curiosity.

I'm sort of an armchair detective.

I see.

Well, I'll be sure to give you a call if I need your help.

Did you know Milt Caulder?

Not personally, but I was a fan.

Oh, me, too.

Of course there were a lot of people who didn't like him.

Well, a guy like that's bound to make enemies.

Yes, I was thinking the same thing.

And you do have a pretty solid case

against this boy, don't you?

Well, we got a print match from the register and an eyewitness.

Yes, but he only saw the boy outside the bar.

And he didn't actually see the murder, did he?

No.

And, uh, you haven't found the gun yet, have you?

You sound like you've been following this case

pretty carefully.

Well, like I said, it's my hobby.

Yeah, well, we'll find the gun when we find the kid.

I'm sure you will.

Oh, uh, tell me something

if you don't mind humoring me a little longer.

Where was the body found?

In the back room.

And how many shots were fired?

Just the one that killed him.

I see.

Anything else, Father?

No, I think that's all for the moment, Captain. Thank you.

♪♪

Captain Hayden says only one shot was fired.

- No, that's not true. - It sure wasn't,

'cause right after I left, I peeked through the window

and I saw him prying a bullet

from the paneling near the front door.

Well, that's proof.

Oh, it would be if we could talk him into giving it to us,

but I doubt if he'd cooperate.

Yeah, then how are we going to get him?

We're working on it.

What did you find out at Caulder's office, huh?

Well, Hayden walked in on me.

He didn't see me or anything,

but he took some of Caulder's files.

Yeah, well, if there was anything incriminating in them,

they'd be in the shredder by now.

Yeah, but he forgot about Caulder's wastebasket,

which looked like it hadn't been emptied

since the last time the Cubs won the pennant.

But I found some stuff.

Like what?

Some notes with Hayden's name on 'em.

Just abbreviations, yeah... Th-they didn't make much sense,

but I found an address... Murdock Tires.

And, Frank, the lady in the office said

that Caulder didn't own a car.

Doesn't the station wagon need new tires?

Way overdue.

Listen, you stay here till we get back, okay?

Okay.

And don't let Father Prestwick find you.

Who's he?

Oh, that's a long story.

Who are you?

I'm Mark.

Oh, well, hello, Mark, I'm Father Prestwick.

And what are you doing here?

I, uh, I came to talk to Sister Stephanie.

Are you one of her disturbed adolescents?

Yeah, I, I guess you could say that.

Why don't we go down to the study

and you can tell me all about it?

Not exactly a thriving enterprise.

Hmm, honk the horn.

Yeah?

Um, we're looking for tires.

I can't help you.

What about those?

They're not your size.

Well, can't you order them?

Well, I suppose so,

but it's going to take a couple of months.

You got that long to wait?

Don't you at least want to see the ones that are on there?

Uh, maybe they're over there.

I don't do that stuff.

Well, what are you, customer service?

Sorry I couldn't help you.

So long.

We'll come back some other time.

Because sometimes...

Yeah.

Sometimes we magnify a lot of our difficulties

until they seem insurmountable...

but if we just face up to them, they seem quite ordinary.

See what I'm getting at, Mark?

Yeah.

You know, I can remember when I was at the seminary.

I always had problems with Father Dockery.

He somehow got it into his head that I was receiving

unauthorized food packages from my aunt in Cleveland.

Well, it wasn't true, of course,

except for one time and that was on my birthday.

Excuse me.

What is it?

Father Dowling just phoned.

He and Sister Steve won't be home for dinner tonight.

Well, in that case Mark and I

will just have sandwiches in here.

That way we can go right on.

With what?

Counseling, Marie.

Oh.

Counseling?

If you'll excuse us.

Oh.

You were saying?

Uh, nothing.

Don't look so serious, Mark,

it's not a matter of life and death.

I hope you're right, Father.

Think it's kind of strange.

Now the place is closed, they get some business?

I think maybe we're onto something here, Frank.

Canadian plates.

Some kind of smuggling?

I recognize the driver.

He's one of the owners of the Brooklyn Bar.

Here's your...

A little something to sweeten the trip.

I'll be right back.

Steve.

♪♪

Steve.

Left brake, right gas.

Arrest those men.

Father, I'm gonna do better than that.

I'm gonna arrest all of you.

Hold it!

Officer, there's someone in the trunk.

Dead or alive?

Steve.

Are you okay?

Was that you driving, Frank?

Yes.

See, I told you, you could do it.

Here's another bag.

These all look like they're in excess of two carats.

Huh, discovered red-handed in the act of smuggling diamonds

and they walk out just like that.

I can't believe it.

Helps if you have friends in high places.

Yeah, even in Chicago.

Was Captain Hayden by any chance involved

in this early release program?

I don't know, Father, you want me to ask?

Never mind.

So what do we do now?

I think maybe it's time for us to go on the offensive.

Well, I can't guarantee

nothing's going to happen to this, Frank.

Don't worry about it.

It's so old, it's obsolete.

When will you be back?

Later, Marie, I can't say when.

Well, what about...?

Well, maybe Father Prestwick will do the boy some good.

At least he'll keep him out of trouble.

- Yeah. - Let's go.

See you later, Marie.

Mark, my friend...

you are not alone out there.

I mean, even when I was a kid,

my brother used to love to beat me up.

It took years to forgive him.

I was given to understand

that it was a form of sublimated affection.

But for a while there,

I used to lie awake nights.

I'll get it.

Yes?

Looking for Mark Oskowski.

Oh. Uh...

Have you got a warrant?

Oh.

Hey!

Cool out. Cool out.

- Come on, take it easy. - All right, man, all right.

- Easy, easy. - All right.

What is going on here?

Police business, Father.

I need to talk to this kid in private.

Go right ahead, Officer.

And I thought I was getting somewhere with him.

Sit down, kid.

Look, I didn't kill anybody.

I don't think you did, either.

Come on.

I think somebody set you up.

Exactly.

I also think I know who it is.

Now, look, kid, I'm gonna break a rule,

and I'm gonna level with you.

But you got to promise me, whatever we say in this room

never goes any further. You understand?

You understand?!

Yeah, okay.

All right.

I work for Internal Affairs.

We have an ongoing investigation of Captain Hayden.

This isn't the, uh, first crooked thing he's done,

then tried to cover it with his shield.

Yeah, I saw him shoot this guy, and he tried to shoot me.

This is all evidence we can use against him.

You cooperate with me, Mark, and I promise you,

you'll walk away from all this with no repercussions.

It's a deal.

All right.

I have to figure out something here.

I have to take you into protective custody,

just until we can move in on Captain Hayden.

We have to arrange a rendezvous

so I can take you in under Internal Affairs jurisdiction.

Now, this has got to be a secret.

Do you know the, uh...

the Loop bumper yard?

Yeah.

Captain?

Over here.

You're the lady I spoke to on the phone?

That's right.

You have something to do with the Caulder case?

Actually, Captain, you're the one

that has something to do with Milt Caulder being killed.

I just happen to know about it.

Really?

Well, what else do you know?

Several things.

For instance, I know about the diamond smuggling operation

at Murdock Tires.

That's news to me.

Not according to Milt Caulder.

When you went into his office the other day,

you forgot a couple of items.

I happen to have them,

and they're for sale if you're interested.

Look, Miss...

I don't know what you're talking about.

Up to you...

but if you're not interested,

I could probably find another buyer.

If you have any information regarding the case, I want it.

For a price, sure.

Do you know it's against the law to obstruct justice?

I also know it's against the law

to cover for smugglers, and then shoot the guy

who's trying to expose you.

Even if you are a police captain... Captain.

Well, well, well.

Isn't that cute?

You were trying to put me on tape.

You know, sweetheart,

take my advice.

Leave blackmail to the pros.

I found him.

He's hiding out in that church.

Did you bring him in?

No, there are people around.

Don't worry. I set up a meet

at the Loop bumper yard in an hour.

Just him and me.

Great.

Here's my piece.

It's all ready for Ballistics.

If the kid pulls this on me, I'm gonna have to shoot him.

Just do me a favor.

Make sure the piece is in his hand afterwards.

End of kid...

end of case.

Where are you off to?

I got to get out of here.

Mark is going for a little walk.

Now, Father Dowling said

he should stay right here in the house.

Oh, nonsense, Marie.

Mark's not going to get into any trouble. Are you, Mark?

No, I'm gonna get out of trouble, Father.

That's the spirit.

Forgot my jacket.

Got it.

Don't worry. I set up a meet.

The Loop bumper yard in an hour, just him and me.

Great. Here's my piece.

It's all ready for Ballistics.

If the kid pulls this on me,

I'm gonna have to shoot him.

Just do me a favor.

Make sure the piece is in his hand afterwards.

- They're gonna kill him. - Let's get to a phone.

St. Michael's Rectory.

Marie, is Mark there?

No, he went out about a half an hour ago.

Well, where did he go?

He told Father Prestwick he just wanted to go for a walk.

Oh, Lord.

What's the matter?

I-I haven't got time to explain it now, Marie.

- I'll talk to you later. - What's wrong?!

Something the matter, Marie?

Nothing you can do anything about, Father.

Oh, try me. I'm on a hot streak.

Oh, please.

We'll meet you there. Thanks a lot.

He's already left. I called the police.

Let's go!

- Mark? - Hey.

Sorry I'm late. I had to wait for a bus.

Nobody knows about this, right?

No. No, I did just like you told me.

Good.

So, uh, where are the guys from Internal Affairs?

Waiting for us a couple of rows over.

Come on.

There they are. Watch out!

He's got a gun.

I know, Frank. Stay here.

♪♪

I ought to warn you, I don't drive very well!

Check him out, Mark.

Be careful.

You okay, Frank?

Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

Oh.

He's just knocked out.

Yeah, well, when he wakes up,

he'll be on the other side of the bars for a change.

So will Captain Hayden.

You did great, Frank.

Steve, do you think I'm ready to take my driver's test?

Absolutely not.

Thank God.

You did a great job with him, Father Prestwick.

I guess I've got my empathy back.

What did you talk about?

Well, Mark had

a lot on his mind.

The environment, overpopulation,

nuclear war... all the things,

you know, young men care about.

What ever happened to girls?

Could we be excused?

Of course.

I'll be back to help you with the dishes.

I know no one's ever a lost cause, Father Dowling, but

if the bishop himself couldn't do anything with his nephew,

what did he expect me to do?

Oh.

I can't imagine.

I'm kind of proud of you.

Why? I almost screwed everything up.

Oh, but you were trying to do the right thing, though.

You should be proud of yourself, you know?

Yeah, maybe I should.

You were pretty tough on me.

I know.

I was pretty mad at you.

I know.

Well, you know, I-I was thinking about the whole thing,

and... I think I understand why you left me in jail.

You do?

Yeah.

You know, I ain't easy.

But I love you.