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♪♪

Someone there?

♪♪

Who's there?

Marie, it's me.

- What was that noise? - Let me in.

I dropped my keys.

Sounded louder than that.

Frank, what's going on?

Don't get upset. Somebody took a shot at me.

I can tell you exactly who it was, Father.

Jesse Gallagher, no doubt about it.

That makes sense, Frank.

I didn't see who it was.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Jesse Gallagher finished his time

and was released from Joliet two days ago.

What more do you want, Father?

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

One of our units picked up

a suspect running away from the church.

Oh, invite Mr. Gallagher in so Father Dowling

can say hello to him.

Father Dowling...

Father Dowling, would you tell them who I am?

Lieutenant, this is

Father Philip Prestwick.

You see?

I'm sorry, Father.

And just what were you doing

- running at this hour? - I was testing

the distance for our... our charity 10K this Sunday.

I'm-I'm the race coordinator.

Did you see anyone suspicious?

No!

Why? What on earth is going on?

Someone just tried to shoot Father Frank.

I'm fine.

Who would want to do such a thing?

We're not certain.

I can give you odds

on who it was.

An ex-con named Jesse Gallagher.

Father Dowling was a principal witness against him

in a murder trial eight years ago.

- You were? - I was in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

I saw Gallagher running out of a restaurant

with a gun in his hand, and...

later I picked him out in the police lineup.

His lawyer bargained him down to murder two, but he

wasn't satisfied in serving eight years... he swore he'd

get revenge on all the people who had anything to do

with setting him up: the judge, the D.A.,

Father Dowling and me.

And now he's out, making good his promise.

Did you know in advance that Gallagher

was getting out of prison?

- Oh, yes, ma'am. - So why didn't you

tell Father Dowling?

Oh, but we did, Sister.

I called him.

I offered him protection.

But he told me he didn't want

any cops hanging around.

You try to reason with him.

I'm going to try to find Jesse Gallagher.

Where you gonna look?

Well, look, he served his full time,

so the parole records don't show

where he went when he was sprung.

All we know is that he's somewhere in the city.

Lieutenant, thank you for coming out.

No. You can thank me by staying inside

and keeping away from the window until I've called you

and told you I've got him.

Father Dowling, I am going to say a prayer of thanks

for your safe deliverance.

And don't forget you're running in the jog-athon on Sunday.

I won't forget, Father. Thank you.

And good night.

I am so mad at you.

You know that Gallagher is a killer, Frank.

He said he was going to kill you.

They told you when he was getting out of jail,

and you ignored it.

Steve...

be reasonable.

I can't do my parish work

with a police escort looking over my shoulder.

Yeah, well, you can't do it dead, either.

Maybe now you'll take this seriously.

I do take it seriously.

Besides, my life is in God's hands.

Well, he helps those who help themselves.

If Gallagher's going back to the old neighborhood,

the cops are never gonna find him.

But I know some people who might know where he is.

All right!

Yes!

I used to spend a lot of time here back in the old days.

Doesn't look like it's changed much.

Will you look at that?

They're gambling, right out in the open!

That's not gambling, Frank.

That's a sure thing.

Stan French... He's hustling a mark.

I wonder if he remembers me.

Well, who is he?

He's probably the second best bowler

between here and Lake Michigan.

- Who's the best? - His brother Jim.

He taught Stan to bowl when Stan was a kid.

Be right back.

Uh...

Hey, Stan. How you doing?

Steve Oskowski!

Yeah. You remembered.

You changed your look.

Changed more than that.

I guess you don't bowl no more.

Not in these shoes. But I wouldn't mind

knocking down a few for old time's sake.

Well... how about one line, no spot,

200 bucks?

Okay.

The altar boys' fund could use the money.

I'll go get a ball and some shoes... I'll be right back.

Yeah. Oh, wait, Sister.

Where's the money?

I'm good for it, all right?

What are you doing?

Well, he's an old pal of Jesse Gallagher's, Frank.

I'm gonna bowl a game with him.

- What for? - For 200 bucks.

Steve! St-St... We don't have 200 bucks.

It's okay, Frank... I'm the one

who taught his brother Jim how to bowl.

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Oh, no!

All right, you got it!

Oh, no!

Doesn't look too good for you, does it, Stan?

You may be a nun, but don't push it.

Listen, I don't want to take your money, all right?

I just want some information.

I'm trying to get ahold of Jesse Gallagher.

I heard he got out of the joint.

I don't know where he is.

Come on, Stan.

All I need to do is get any kind of mark this frame,

you're $200 lighter and you look like a jerk

in front of your buddies.

You're getting beat by a nun, Stan.

It's up to you.

All right, all right.

I heard he's staying at his girlfriend's, okay?

Great game, Stan.

Forget about the 200 bucks,

- all right? - See you.

See you.

Gallagher's staying with his girlfriend.

I have the address.

♪♪

Yes, what is it?

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

We're from St. Michael's Church.

Uh, may we come in, please?

Oh, I'm sorry, this isn't a good time right now.

Please? It's very important.

Oh.

Thank you.

We're looking for Jesse Gallagher.

Oh. I-I don't know anyone by that name.

You know, you're making a mistake

trying to protect him.

Do you realize he's done time

- for murder? - She knows all about me.

Jesse.

Now who the hell are you?

Don't you remember me, Jesse?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, you're the priest who eyeballed me at my trial.

What was your name again?

You know his name. You know where he lives, too.

You tried to waste him last night.

What? Are you crazy, or what?

Somebody took a shot

at me last night about 10:30 outside

St. Michael's rectory.

- What, you saying it was me? - I'm asking.

Was it?

He was here with me

last night.

Cyndi! Look...

This guy helped send me

to the joint once already.

You don't have to tell him anything.

I'm not asking her.

I'm asking you.

All right.

All right, and I hope you recognize the truth

when you hear it.

It wasn't me.

And if somebody croaks you tomorrow or the next day,

that won't be me, either.

But don't expect me to shed any tears about it.

Now, why don't you get out of here and leave us alone?!

- Hey... What are you...? - Jesse!

Spread 'em, Jesse.

Hello, Jesse.

I thought I'd save you the trouble

of coming to look for me.

Mr. District Attorney.

I already heard what happened. It wasn't me.

Well, that's what you said the last time.

Last time...

I was guilty, and I paid for that,

but this time, you got no reason

- to arrest me. - Well, you can read

the warrant for yourself in the squad car.

Just like old times, isn't it?

Why did you go after the priest?

Why didn't you come after me?

'Cause you didn't have the guts, huh?

Father Dowling, do you remember me?

Of course I do, Mr. Byrne.

You were a great witness eight years ago, Father,

and, uh, I want you to help me out again.

Well, all I can testify is that somebody took a shot at me.

I can't say who it was.

Well, don't you worry.

It's my job to convict him.

I'm on his hit list, too, so,

I have plenty of incentive to put him away.

Self-defense.

How did you find him?

Oh, you did that for us, Father.

We had a protective surveillance on you,

and you led us right to our friend here.

I think we can take him downtown, Lieutenant.

Jesse,

- I didn't know anything about this. - Yeah.

Well, the way I figure it, you did me once,

and it cost me eight years of my life.

Now you're trying to do me again.

Next time, it's gonna be my turn.

- Oh, Jesse! - You hear me?

Jesse! Oh.

Judge Larkin.

Phil, you know Lieutenant Fleming?

Oh, yes.

This is Father Dowling.

I remember you from the Gallagher trial.

- How are you, Father? - Very well,

- considering. - Phil,

Jesse Gallagher is out of prison,

and he took a shot at Father Dowling last night.

Really?

Well, how did you survive, Father?

I'm not quite sure.

Good luck, and bad marksmanship, I guess.

We're not certain...

Your Honor, we had to let Gallagher go because

we didn't have enough to hold him on.

You mean, he's walking around loose?

Well, his girlfriend

got him a smart lawyer.

Now, listen, Fleming and I are both

on his hit list.

So are you, Phil.

We've got to put our heads together.

Well, as a matter of fact, I did get a phone call yesterday.

Didn't say who he was,

but he told me to hurry up and get my good suit

to the cleaners because I'd need it to be buried in.

You should have reported it, Judge.

Well, if I called you guys

every time I had a death threat,

the overtime would bankrupt the police department.

If you'd have listened to me at the trial,

and if you'd given him life,

we wouldn't be having this problem now.

You're a hell of a D.A., Sam.

Don't ever let 'em

make you a judge.

Thank you.

I'll settle for governor.

Your Honor, I'm gonna put a man

on you 24 hours a day

until we get this guy off the street.

Now, do you really

think that's necessary?

It's absolutely necessary.

I have my own security detail from the D.A.'s office.

Fleming has his .38. And what about you, Father?

Well, this is a difficult situation.

I... I don't think that I can perform my duties

as a priest with a police escort, so I'll have to decline.

You're making a big mistake.

He's gonna come after you again.

Have any of you thought

it might not be Gallagher at all?

He told me he didn't do it.

He told you.

Father, your trusting nature

is probably a-a big plus in your line of work.

But we're dealing with a convicted killer.

He paid for that crime.

And I think it's possible

that prison has made him a better person.

- Be the first time. - At least he's entitled

to the benefit of the doubt, just like any other citizen.

Isn't that correct, Your Honor?

You've got a very good point, Father.

But we do have to be careful.

And that's what Sam here is trying to say.

Exactly.

Yes, but you see, I do have my own kind of protection.

Father, I admire your faith,

but I got to tell you,

I don't think much of your judgment.

Is Jesse here?

No, but he'll be back soon.

Please go away.

I need to talk to you.

I have nothing to say.

Look, I realize you have a right to privacy, Cyndi,

but my friend Father Dowling has rights, too,

and one of them is the right not to be murdered

by your crazy boyfriend.

Jesse didn't do anything.

Why can't you leave us alone?

I swear to you that he was here with me last night.

He's not a killer! Not anymore.

Come here.

I remember Jesse Gallagher from the neighborhood.

I know what kind of guy he is.

You seem like a very nice person.

And what I can't figure out is,

what are you doing with someone like him?

I met him when I...

when I was doing volunteer work at the prison last year.

And then we started writing to each other, and...

Yeah, what-what I'm saying is, maybe you don't

know him as well as you think you do.

I mean... a bunch of letters,

and-and you've had, what,

two days with him on the outside?

No. I'm telling you that he's changed.

You don't know him!

He's a sweet, loving man.

Hey, baby?

Hey, baby?

Jesse!

And what the hell are you

doing here?

Your little frame-up didn't work, did it?

You and your friends got some new ideas

to railroad me back to the joint, hmm?

How are you gonna set me up this time?

- Nobody is setting you up. - Yeah.

Jesse,

she was just...

Hey, I told you not to talk to her anymore!

You don't understand what's going on.

Just...

Please stay the hell out of it.

Now, I did my time.

I don't owe anybody anything!

But that fat cop and the D.A. are out to nail me.

Now, if that's what they want,

then you better tell 'em to take their best shot.

'Cause if I go this time, I'm gonna take

a lot of people with me.

Now, you better get out of here

before I lose my self-control.

Very sweet.

Very loving.

You need any help, you give me a call, all right?

Yeah.

Post seven. Send an ambulance.

I was bending down to open up

a desk drawer just as he fired, so he missed.

When I fell, I... bumped my head.

Strange thing is, though, that I...

I can't walk.

They're not sure if there's any nerve damage or not.

The doctor said, um,

this paralysis might just be a posttraumatic shock.

I hope he's right. Did you get a look at him?

No, I just caught a shadow in the window.

Could have been Gallagher.

Phil, I promise you,

we're gonna track this man down, and we're gonna make him pay

for what he did to you. Now if

you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I, uh...

I have to change for a press conference.

You take care of yourself.

Good night, Father.

Good night.

One thing Sam Byrne will never be late for,

and that's a press conference.

He's a very determined man.

He's determined

to be governor of this state.

Handling this case is gonna give him a John Wayne image.

Not only able to protect himself, but

the whole community from revengeful killers.

You find Gallagher?

Not yet.

Uh, he moved out of his girl's place.

Now, I've got men checking out all of his old haunts.

Trouble is, we've come up with a witness

that puts him in a bar downtown at the time you were attacked.

Are you saying there's an alibi?

Yeah.

It's an old pal of his.

Uh, also an ex-con.

And he's lying to save Jesse's bacon, but, uh,

we'll break him down. Don't worry.

What if he's not lying?

Father, I don't tell you how to run your church.

Please don't tell me how to do police work.

Good morning, Frank.

You ready for a little exercise?

Oh, Steve, please don't make it any worse

by being so cheerful.

Uh, no.

Father Frank is in training. He doesn't need

to load up on all this heavy food.

Nobody just told me.

Oh, Steve.

Now, Frank,

we're gonna run a couple miles, you're gonna feel great.

I'm doing you a favor, believe me.

I don't know how I ever let myself get talked into this.

It's for charity, Frank.

Well, charity begins at home.

Look at this waste!

If Father Hunnaker were alive,

he'd be turning over in his grave.

Yeah.

Steve, we can't waste any food, huh?

Good morning!

Mmm. Is that the smell of bacon and eggs?

You have great timing, Father.

- Ah. - Sit down.

You've already finished breakfast?

It looks that way.

Ah.

Amen.

Father Prestwick,

I-I... I don't think I'm gonna be able to participate

in your jog-athon after all.

Oh, Frank, you just need a couple workouts,

and you'll be in shape.

Sister Stephanie's absolutely right.

It'll do you good, Father Dowling.

Besides, you can't let down St. Michael's.

Every parish in the diocese is entering a team of runners.

And it's only ten kilometers.

Yeah, well,

the spirit is willing,

but the flesh is out of shape.

Did you know that Father Kovac is running for St. Anthony's?

He's 91 years old.

Well, I guess if Father Kovac can do it, so can I.

Okay, Frank, way to go.

Let's-let's get out of here.

Tell me something,

how on earth did you ever talk Father Kovac

into running a 10K race?

I told him you were going to do it.

Marie, this bacon is delicious.

Let's do some stretches first, Frank.

There you go.

What's this got to do with running?

You want to run?

Okay.

I guess Lieutenant Fleming

didn't understand when I said I didn't want police protection.

Yeah, well, I asked him to keep an eye on you.

Steve!

Steve!

Frank, you scared me to death.

What are you doing out here.

Reconstructing the crime.

Come here.

I was standing right here,

just putting the key in the lock.

That's when the shot came.

Now, I was an easy target,

and there are plenty of places to hide all around here.

He was probably very close to me.

Well, you're lucky to be alive, Frank.

Not that lucky, Steve.

I don't follow you.

There's something strange here.

Gallagher is a killer.

If he wanted me dead, he wouldn't have missed.

Well, so what are you saying?

Suppose whoever it was

didn't really want to kill me,

but only wanted us to think that he wanted to kill me.

So, you're saying he missed on purpose?

Well, it's a possibility.

Yeah, but why?

I don't know why.

Frank, I am really worried about you.

And I appreciate your concern, believe me.

But whatever's going on,

it's not over yet.

Well, in that case, get inside before something bad happens.

Yes, ma'am.

Yeah, Byrne here.

Yeah.

Well, I think you're making the right decision.

All right, I'll tell you what,

um, I'll meet you, and we'll talk it over.

All right?

I'll be there.

Honey, I'm sorry, I got to go.

Oh, Sam, this is your night off.

I'm sorry, honey, I got to go; I'll be back soon.

Come on, come on.

I'm Father Dowling from St. Michael's.

Sister Stephanie.

We're very sorry.

It's nice of you to come.

Oh, uh, I know this is a difficult time for you,

but I would like to talk to you.

I have all the condolences I need, but thank you, Father.

I do have some questions I'd like to ask you

about your husband.

Could you come back this afternoon?

They'll all be gone.

Thank you.

No, no, no, I'd really rather not.

Where to now, Frank?

I think I'll have a talk with Gallagher's friend.

The one who alibied him for the attempt on Judge Larkin.

He's a bartender at Alfredo's restaurant.

Oh, Frank, no.

Alfredo's is a hangout for mob types.

They are not your kind of people, believe me.

And anyway, if this friend is lying about Gallagher's alibi,

he's not gonna tell you the truth just because you ask him.

Hmm.

Where on earth did you get that outfit?

How do women walk in these stupid things?

Frank, why are we doing this?

I want to find out for myself.

"Tried to off Judge Larkin"?

Yeah.

Three of the people on Gallagher's hit list

have been attacked, Frank; one of them is dead.

Now, what is it gonna take to convince you?

Okay, okay.

"Big bucks."

"Payout some big bucks if you'll roll over on Gallagher"?

You sure that's the way to do it?

Yeah, I'm sure, but forget about the roll over part,

- and it's "lay out" - Oh.

- Some big bucks. - Eh...

So, you ready?

I think so.

What will it be?

You Freddy Conners?

Who wants to know?

He does.

Who's he?

You don't know?

No, I've never seen him before.

You familiar with the scene in New York?

No.

He's big in New York.

He's very big.

And he wants to talk to you.

Yeah.

Sure.

This him?

W-What can I do for you?

My name is M...

Mr. Smith.

I want to talk to you about Jesse Gallagher.

Oh, sure.

Jesse's an old pal of mine.

Yeah, that's what I understand.

Someone tried to off Judge Larkin the other night,

and I heard you gave Gallagher an alibi.

Yeah, yeah.

We were in the back room, playing gin.

Oh,

I'm so disappointed to hear that.

How come?

Well, let's just say I got

a little unfinished business with Jesse.

And I'd be willing to pay some big bucks

if I heard that alibi was a roll-over.

A what?

A phony.

Oh.

Yeah, that's right.

A phony.

Don't you understand me?

Something funny about the way I talk?

No, no, sir.

Yeah.

Now, what about my proposal?

Well, um,

maybe we can work something out.

You mean you'd be willing to change your story?

Yeah, if the price is right.

Well, you just said you and him were such great pals.

We are,

so if you want me to rat him out,

it's gonna cost you extra.

Rat him out, huh?

I like that.

That's colorful.

I'll be in touch.

Nice talking to you, Mr., uh, Smith.

Frank, you were beautiful.

Well, with a little more rehearsal,

I could have been better.

No, you were great.

But all we found out is that Gallagher's buddy is a liar.

Yes, but he was telling the truth about the alibi.

If he hadn't, he would have said so

when I offered him the money.

Instead, he said he'd change his story.

You're pretty sharp, Mr. Smith.

Well...

Oh, it's all right, Father; I'm awake.

Didn't want to disturb you.

Not at all; glad for the company.

Oh, this is Sister Stephanie.

Hello, Your Honor.

I hope you're feeling all right.

Well, I've felt better.

I suppose I shouldn't complain.

- Those for me? - Mm-hmm.

Well, that was sweet. Thank you.

- You're welcome. - Well, what can I do for you?

We wanted to talk to you about Sam Byrne's murder.

Gallagher did it.

You still don't have any doubts about that, do you?

Well, we do have a theory, and we need your help.

Yeah, you knew Sam Byrne pretty well,

and we were wondering if-if you knew anybody else

who might want him out of the way besides Gallagher?

Well, Sam was an abrasive guy.

Like anyone in his position, you know,

he's going to make enemies.

But you're barking up the wrong tree.

The same person who just missed you and who got a piece of me,

that's who killed Sam.

Do you have any other theories?

Yes, I was thinking that Lieutenant Fleming

is the only one on Gallagher's list who hasn't been shot at.

As a matter of fact, you're right.

Yeah, well...

Men can be difficult.

My late husband... God rest his soul...

Was not easy to get along with, but we were happy.

At least, he was.

So, don't ever give up hope.

Oh, here they are now.

You've got a visitor.

- Hi. - Hi, I've been waiting for you.

Do you know where Jesse is?

He sent me to the bank to get some money out

so we can leave town.

Yeah, but the cops are looking for him.

He's never gonna make it out of town.

Doesn't he realize that?

I don't know; he's gone crazy.

He thinks that if they find him,

they'll kill him.

And he's got a gun, Father,

and I think he'll use it.

- I don't know what to do. - Where is he?

He's waiting for me at a warehouse on Fifth Street.

Would you take me there, please?

- Well, what are you gonna do? - I'm gonna try and talk

- some sense into him. - Yeah, but Frank, you can't go out there.

The cops are gonna tail you.

Hm.

So far, so good.

Are you sure I can't get arrested

for impersonating a priest?

You want to worry, Marie, worry about Frank.

♪♪

Jesse? It's me!

Jesse?

Now, hold it just a minute, Jesse.

I know you're not glad to see me.

You know, you got a bad habit

of showing up where you're not wanted.

- Did you bring the cops again this time? - No. I had

a tail on me, but I got rid of them.

Now, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important.

Did you bring the money?

The police are watching the highways

and the airports... you'll never make it out of town.

You told him everything.

Listen to him. Please? He wants to help you.

No, he wants to help me get back into the joint.

Oh.

Oh, don't you understand?

- He is part of the frame-up. - Jesse, if I believed

you were the killer, why would I come here?

Well, you might wish you hadn't.

Go! Go!

You brought the cops!

No, I didn't.

They're all over the place!

Man, oh, man, you really did me this time, Father.

Jesse,

Jesse, he didn't bring them.

They must have followed me.

This is Lieutenant Fleming, Jesse.

I know you can hear me.

There's no way out.

We have the building surrounded.

Take a look.

I've got your pal,

Father Dowling, up here with me!

If I go, he goes, too!

Father Dowling, are you all right?

Fine, fine.

We're just talking.

Gallagher,

you have just two minutes

to come down those stairs with your hands up.

Not this time!

You want me, come get me!

What about Cyndi?

I didn't ask her to get into this.

Jesse, she's here because of you.

You've got to take responsibility for her.

Jesse, I love you.

Please don't let them kill you.

Honey, you better go.

No. Not without you.

I'm going in.

What about the priest, Lieutenant?

He's on his own... but while he's keeping Gallagher busy,

- I can get the jump on him. - Look, we have procedures...

I am going in.

Now, deploy the men and wait for my signal.

They're gonna kill you, Jesse... is that what you want?

What difference does it make?

I spent the last eight years of my life in prison;

looks like I'm gonna spend the rest of it dead.

The choice is yours to make.

I'll help you prove your innocence,

but you just can't...

Jesse, don't!

What do you want from me, man?!

I killed a man, and I paid for that!

But this time I'm clean,

and you know that, don't you, Fleming?

You're the one behind this frame-up, aren't you?

Now, you tell me, or I'm gonna blow you away right now.

Let him go before it's too late!

- It's already too late! - No, it's not!

Not if you put that gun away.

I'll stay with you... I won't let anything

happen to you.

What, am I supposed to trust you?

If you want to live, if you want to clear your name,

I'm the only chance you've got.

OFFICER: I'm going in!

This man is under my protection.

I know this is very difficult for you, Mrs. Byrne.

You said you had some questions.

Please, go ahead.

Well, Jesse Gallagher is now in custody,

but I think it's possible that someone else

may have murdered your husband.

And then Gallagher was framed to divert suspicion

from the real killer's motive.

Do you know of any special investigation

- your husband was working on? - Or any enemies

- he might have made? - He didn't tell me too much

about his work... But I do know that he was

getting ready to go before the grand jury, and he was

preparing some new evidence.

It would be helpful if we could see his files.

Yeah, maybe you could call his office

- and ask them to let us... - Sam never kept

sensitive material in his office.

Too many leaks.

- Where did he keep it? - In a safe in his study.

You're welcome to go through it.

Oh, we'd really appreciate that.

♪♪

- Frank. - Hmm?

Frank, I think I found something.

It's a police corruption scandal.

It looks like it's getting ready

to explode.

Police?

You thinking about Lieutenant Fleming?

Mm.

Hello.

Hi, Father Dowling.

- And Sister Stephanie. - Sister Stephanie and I

have found out that Jesse Gallagher is innocent.

Ah. Maybe he'll hire you for his lawyer, then, Father.

But if he does, I can tell you,

you won't have much of a case.

You're the judge; let me run the evidence by you, hmm?

Why, sure, go ahead.

Well, Sam Byrne was working on a police corruption investigation,

and he had a secret file.

We went to his house, and we found this file in his safe

in his study.

Ah. What's a bunch of crooked cops

- have to do with Jesse Gallagher? - Well, there are

other names in here besides just cops.

Lawyers and aldermen.

Your name was there, Judge Larkin.

Sam Byrne was preparing a bribery indictment against you,

and he had the evidence

to back it up.

Well...

I'm not gonna comment on that, Father.

He offered you a deal.

He went to visit you alone, without a security guard,

because you begged him to keep it a secret.

And then you killed him.

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

And I'm beginning to lose my patience.

Sam Byrne was your target all along.

Everything else was just a smoke screen.

You took a shot at me,

and then you staged an attempt on yourself

because you saw an opportunity

to frame Gallagher, and get away with murder.

That's a wonderful theory,

but it won't hold water.

How could I kill Sam?

I can't walk.

The doctor says there's no organic damage.

You are whistling in the dark,

Father Dowling, and you know it.

I've heard your evidence, and I find it unpersuasive.

Well, I hope you'll think it over, Judge.

Good to see you on your feet again, Your Honor.

I'm not going to say anything

until I speak to my attorney.

You guys haven't got a chance today.

I don't think I could make it, Steve.

Oh, sure you can, Frank. Now, come on,

wouldn't you rather be doing this

than be holed up in a warehouse with a trigger-happy suspect?

Ask me after the race.

Okay,

everybody to the starting line.

You'll never make it.

- Hello. - Good luck, sonny.

Now,

if anybody should happen to feel faint,

the sisters of St. Teresa's will be standing by

along the course with salt tablets.

All right, everybody ready?

Yeah!

Okay.

On your mark...

get set...

How long is a 10K?

About six miles.