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Father Dowling, this is

absolutely the most wonderful day of my life.

I am so happy.

Me, too, Father.

That makes it unanimous.

God bless you both,

and may you feel this way forever.

Thanks for everything, Father.

That one was made in heaven.

Yeah, they're a perfect couple.

Laurie, hi.

Look, I won't be home till late tonight.

Yes, it's Tuesday, another meeting.

I'm telling you the truth.

Honey, please don't question me, just trust me.

Late. Don't wait up.

Laurie, I...

Oh, Laurie, I just can't believe this.

I saw it with my own eyes.

Well, there may be a perfectly innocent explanation.

Like what?

Why did you follow Tom?

Every Tuesday night for the past month,

Tom has had these meetings.

Last week, I called his office

to ask him to pick up Chinese food to bring home for dinner.

He wasn't there

and his secretary said there were no Tuesday-night meetings.

Well, did you ask him about it?

Didn't even have the courage to lie to me.

He just got red in the face,

and said that I shouldn't cross-examine him.

Father, I have never seen him like that before.

I just can't believe this.

I've known Tom his whole life.

I-I baptized him. I gave him his First Communion.

I married him.

So did I, Father.

Looks like we both made a mistake.

Father Dowling.

Hmm?

You have to sign for your visitor, Mr. Bascom.

Is something wrong?

Can we, uh, talk privately?

About what?

About you and Laurie.

She came to see me last night.

She says that you're seeing another woman.

That's not true.

She says she saw you with her.

Father Dowling, she's upset.

I think she's going through some pregnancy things...

Tom, I...

Look, I have to get back to work.

Is there anything you want to tell me?

N-no. Not a thing.

Well, you have a talk with her.

She's very upset.

I will. I promise.

- Thanks for dropping by, Father. - Mm-hmm.

And don't worry. Everything's fine.

Do you believe him, Frank?

I don't know.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know that either, Steve.

Uh-oh, excuse me.

Marie, is Father Dowling here?

Your timing is incredible, Father.

He's just sitting down to lunch.

Amen.

I have very important news.

I want you to hear this too, Marie.

Monsignor Schlesinger, from Latvia,

an envoy from the Vatican,

is touring this country.

Yes, I read about him in the Catholic Digest.

He'll be in Chicago this weekend,

and he wants to visit a typical, ordinary, everyday parish.

Father Dowling, Sister Stephanie, Marie,

he's coming to St. Michael's.

This was your idea?

This is the most ordinary parish in the diocese.

Well, thank you, Father Prestwick.

You know this could be the Vatican contact

I have been praying for.

I don't know how far

it could get me, I mean, maybe even as far as Rome,

but we've got a lot of work to do to get things

spruced up around here.

Don't want the monsignor to get a bad impression.

Well if he wants to see a typical parish,

why don't we just leave things the way they are?

Excuse me.

Sure.

St. Michael's.

Laurie. Uh, hold on, I'm going to another phone.

Steve, would you, please?

You know, Marie, maybe you could make him

some special Latvian dish to make him feel at home?

These potatoes are delicious.

Is there any gravy?

What do they eat in Latvia?

I'll check that out, Marie.

Now let's see what else.

You know if you wanna spruce things up

the sink in the bathroom's had a leak for about a year now.

What if this monsignor from Latvia

wants to wash his hands or something?

Well, what do you expect it would cost to fix it?

I would guess about $387.53.

Approximately.

I better make a list.

I'll make one for ya.

Uh, Father, would you excuse us a minute?

What'd she say, Frank?

Well, today's Tuesday,

and she's going down to that apartment tonight

and have a showdown with Tom when he comes out.

Well, that'll be a disaster.

I tried to talk her out of it.

So we compromised.

I'm going instead.

Tom?

Father Dowling. What are you doing here?

Waiting for you.

I-I'm sorry. I can't talk to you right now.

From what I've just seen,

I think you better.

Thank you.

Okay, Shirley, we'll see you tomorrow.

You never were any good at lying, Tom,

and I certainly don't think this is the time for it.

Now, I saw you with her, and Laurie saw you with her.

All I can say is it's not what you think.

I love Laurie.

Then what on earth were you doing

in another woman's bedroom?

I'm sorry, but I can't tell you that.

Tom, for the sake of your marriage, for your baby,

you better tell me.

Believe me, if I could, I would.

That's not good enough.

Don't you realize how much pain you've caused Laurie?

Now, the least you owe her is an explanation,

if you got one.

It's a question of national security, all right?

And I shouldn't even have told you that much.

National secur...

Not so loud.

Are you serious?

Do you have a Bible on you?

I have my missal.

May I have it?

I swear on God's holy Word

that I am not having an affair...

- All right, hold it right there! - Freeze! Hands on the table!

Thomas Bascom?

- That's right. - I'm Special Agent Dunbar,

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

We're taking you into custody.

On your feet, Padre.

Uh, hey.

Can I speak to you in private?

We'll have plenty of time to talk downtown.

What is going on here?

Well, if you really don't know,

you've got nothing to worry about.

You're making a mistake.

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

Call Sister Stephanie at Sacred Heart Convent.

She'll vouch for me.

The FBI just picked him up.

It's all going according to plan.

Yeah, that's Father Dowling.

Thanks for coming down, Sister.

Well, why is he here?

You're free to go now, Father.

Hi, Frank.

Sorry about the book.

We had to check for possible concealment.

I'm not in the habit of hiding state secrets in here.

What about Tom Bascom?

That's a security matter, Father.

- That's all I can say. - He's a parishioner of mine.

I want to help him.

Well, we'll take care of him, Father.

Good night.

Frank, what is going on?

I wish I kn... knew.

But that man I saw when I went to Tom's lab.

Well, who is he?

I'm gonna find out.

Excuse me, uh, I think I saw you the other day

at HTC Electronics.

That's right, Father Dowling.

Yeah. Oh, this is Sister Stephanie.

- How do you do? - Hi.

Do you mind if I ask who you are?

Not at all. My name is Phil Spaulding.

I'm the chief of security at HTC.

Is that why you were watching me?

I was keeping tabs on all of Bascom's visitors.

What for?

Well, that's classified information,

and not mine to give.

Mr. Spaulding, Tom Bascom and his wife are

- parishioners of mine. - She's pregnant,

and she's very worried about her husband.

That's FBI jurisdiction now.

If you want any answers, you'll have to ask them.

Father, what happened?

Where's Tom?

Well, I spoke to him, and he swore to me

that he is not having an affair with this woman.

That's the good news.

The bad news is, he's being questioned by the FBI.

The FBI?!

Now, Laurie, please don't get upset, all right?

But why?

They said it had something to do

with national security.

Does that make any sense to you?

Well, Tom works with top secret material at the lab.

His company builds spy satellites for the government.

Well, evidently there's some problem,

and they wanted to talk to him about it.

I don't understand.

Neither do I.

But I think he's gonna need a lawyer.

I'll call Mr. Vance... That's his boss.

He's worked with him for eight years; he'll help.

- Let's hope so. - Mm.

Father Dowling, Sister Stephanie,

this is my boss, Mr. Vance.

He got me out.

- How do you do, Father? - Mr. Vance.

- Hi. - Sister.

Any idea what's going on?

Well, I'd heard that Phil Spaulding

was investigating a leak.

Of course, I had no idea it could be Tom.

I was stunned.

You do believe him, don't you?

Well, there'll be a hearing on Monday.

I'm sure this will all get sorted out.

I'll talk to Phil,

find out what's at the bottom of this.

Meanwhile,

you go home

and you take care of Laurie and that little one, hm?

Thanks, Mr. Vance.

Thank you.

I'll call you.

- Father. - Good night, Mr. Vance.

Good night, Sister.

I believe you.

Even if the FBI doesn't.

Not exactly a ringing endorsement.

Well, he did manage to get Tom out.

Probably wanted to look good.

About a month ago, I was contacted

by the redheaded woman you saw in the apartment.

She said her name was O'Grady and that she was an FBI agent.

She also told me that the company

was having problems with its security and that the FBI

wanted me to try to take top secret documents

out of the lab overnight to see whether the system was working.

And you believed her?

I know, I know.

I was skeptical, too.

But she convinced me.

She showed me her credentials.

She even took me down to FBI headquarters

and had me sworn in as a special operative.

Well, that's impossible.

It was a different building... I realized that

last night when the real FBI arrested me.

But, at the time, it looked absolutely genuine.

It had the FBI seal on the door,

flags, a picture of the president.

Do you have any idea where this building was?

No. It was late at night and we went in the back.

I do know the office was on the 14th floor.

So you did what O'Grady asked you to do...

You took some documents out of the lab.

Yes. We met every Tuesday night,

and she made photocopies for proof

that the system had been penetrated.

That's why the lights were out...

So she could photograph the documents.

Made it look like Tom was having an affair,

so they'd have a cover story.

If I'd known you were gonna find out about this,

I never would have gone along with it.

I'm just glad to know the truth.

The FBI didn't believe me.

The real ones, I mean.

They have no agent named O'Grady.

Naturally.

Well, they checked out your story, though, didn't they?

They went to the apartment, but the woman who lives there

who has the canaries has never heard of me

or Agent O'Grady.

♪♪

Oh, my, who's dead?

Oh, nobody's dead.

No, we just want to talk to you.

What a relief!

The last time a priest and nun came to my door,

it was to tell me about my cousin Bert.

- Please come in. - Thank you.

Daphne, Chloe, we have visitors and no one's dead...

Isn't that nice?

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

- How do you do? - Hello. Hi.

You're Florence Galthworthy?

- That's correct. - Yeah, that was the name on the mailbox.

Yeah, we just wanted to ask you

about two people who came to this apartment.

This man is one of them.

I don't recognize him.

I told the other gentlemen from the FBI.

I never did find out why

- they were looking for him. - Mm.

The other was a tall redheaded woman, good-looking.

No. Nobody comes to see me.

I lead a solitary life.

I'm a writer.

This was on a Tuesday night.

Oh, well, that would be impossible, unless...

they came to visit Daphne and Chloe.

Girls, has anyone

been in to see you while I was out?

They say no.

You were... you were out Tuesday night?

Well, Tuesday night's my rewrite evening.

I'm preparing a manuscript.

You see, I'm about to be published

- for the very first time. - Oh, congratulations.

Well, I certainly have waited long enough for it.

I must have sent out

over a hundred of what publishers call

"unsolicited manuscripts" over the years,

but I never received any positive response at all

until Miss Cantrell contacted me.

Miss Cantrell?

She's going to publish a collection of my bird stories,

and... the dictating machine is in her office...

I use it for rewrites...

And that's where I go on Tuesday nights.

And what does this Miss Cantrell look like?

Well, um... she's very tall

and has auburn hair...

Oh, but she's my publisher.

How did Miss Cantrell find you?

Well, I assume she was familiar with my work. I...

I-I write about birds, you see.

And she just showed up here one night out of the blue

about a month ago.

So every Tuesday night you're at her office?

That's right. Uh, she picks me up here

and drives me there... I don't have a car, you see.

Where is this office?

Uh, downtown.

I-I don't recall the address, but I know the building.

Florence, I wonder if you would do us a big favor?

Steve, look out!

Are you okay?

Come on, Frank.

Florence, back inside.

Did you get a look at her, Frank?

Red hair.

It's O'Grady.

What are we gonna do if we catch her?

I don't think we have to worry about that, Frank.

There it is... That's the building.

I'm sure.

Nice work, Florence.

Would you like to come up and meet her?

She's on the 14th floor.

This is the office.

- Well, that's odd. - What's that?

Well, the name was on the door: Cantrell Publishing.

Well, it's not there now.

We better find out who rents this office.

I'm sorry, there are no collections

allowed in this building, Father.

No, we want to ask you about one of your office suites.

Why? Were you thinking of opening a church?

No. Just like some information, if...

you'd be good enough to oblige.

What kind of information?

Well, it's about suite 1411.

We were wondering

who rents it.

Nobody. It's a storage room.

How long has it been a storage room?

- A long time. - Well, that's impossible.

My publisher, Miss Cantrell,

- that's her office. - You're wrong, lady.

Are you sure?

I know my tenants.

Uh, you'd know about this one.

I'm busy.

You want any more information, dial 411.

Thank you for your trouble.

Come on, Florence, we'll drive you home.

Marie.

The sink in the bathroom, it's gone.

Plumber took it this afternoon.

But there's... there's nothing but a gaping hole there.

He's gonna bring a new one tomorrow...

At least he said he was. Look at this.

Cracked. Cracked.

- Cracked. - That one is not cracked.

No, it's chipped.

Take your pick.

We can't serve the monsignor with this china.

That's what I've been telling you.

And as for that Latvian pudding recipe you gave me,

well, I don't even want to tell you the things

they want you to put in that, but they're not gonna

- cook 'em in my kitchen. - Oh, you can substitute, Marie.

Oh, Father Dowling, Sister, where are you going?

Oh, uh, we have some evening rounds to make.

We like to drop in unannounced from time to time.

We are in the middle of a financial crisis here.

My budget for the monsignor's visit

did not include replacing the bathroom sink!

Well, you said you wanted it fixed.

Fixed, yes, but not a new sink.

Well, the old one was beyond hope.

Like these dishes.

Would you excuse us? We have to go.

Looks like nobody's been here for months, Frank.

Eh, could be camouflage.

Nothing but old files in boxes.

Frank, look at this.

- Mm? - Look.

Hello.

This is the fake FBI office.

Doesn't surprise me.

So, who are these people?

That's the next thing we got to find out.

Well, how are we gonna do that?

Well, the manager is sure in on this.

Frank!

That sure was a close one.

Yeah, she's tying up loose ends.

Stay back, Steve.

Um, there's a fire extinguisher out in the hall, Frank.

Make sure she's not out there!

She's gone.

Well, hurry!

Well... there's nothing left.

O'Grady did a good job.

Let's go check the manager's office.

Yeah.

- Excuse us? - Hello?

Hello?

He's dead, Frank.

She's taking care of loose ends, all right.

Sergeant Clancy, please.

Who's there?

It's Father Dowling, Tom.

Thanks. Sorry it's so late, but this is important.

Come in.

We found your phony FBI office tonight, Tom.

And we just missed your friend, O'Grady.

She killed the manager of the building to shut him up.

Now, we've got a plan, but we're gonna need your help.

Sure. What?

Well, we're sure that whoever's behind this

must be connected to HTC.

Somebody in the company?

Right. And whoever set you up must have top security clearance

or they wouldn't have access to the secret documents.

I can't imagine anybody in the company

doing something like this.

Yeah, well, we can.

If we can find out

what Spaulding has in his file on you,

we might get a better idea of what we're up against.

It might even be Spaulding himself.

I never had a good feeling about him, you know.

And he's the one

that made the case against you.

Our problem is, how do we get a look at the file?

Well, I've got the codes

to get through the security gates.

But what if they've been changed?

No, it would take at least a week.

I could sneak into Spaulding's office.

Oh, I don't think so; let us handle it.

We've had plenty of practice lately.

Yeah, you're not the sneak-in type.

Why don't you just write down the codes and draw us a map.

And say a prayer.

♪♪

It's unlocked.

It's about the only thing around here that is.

Ah.

"Security, current."

Here we are.

"Thomas Bascom."

"Clearance of Thomas Bascom."

Surveillance reports.

Including me.

Hello.

Steve, take a look at this.

All right.

"Greater Chicago Savings and Loan.

"Dear Mr. Spaulding,

"re your request for information,

"account number blah, blah,

Thomas M. Bascom opened a bank account for $50,000"?

Mm.

Frank, Tom never said anything about this.

Well, maybe he didn't even know.

You know, anyone can open a bank account in any name

and make deposits in it.

Yeah, if they were setting Tom up,

it would look like payoff money.

What I'm wondering is, how did Spaulding find this account

at this particular bank?

Well, he knew because he put it in there, Frank.

He's framing Tom and then investigating his own frame-up.

Let's see if he's got anything else on Tom.

Oh! Let's get out of here!

- Come on, Steve! - But the file!

Forget the file!

To the middle of the room, hands in sight.

You have been apprehended.

Drop all weapons and step to the middle of the room,

hands in sight.

Freeze!

I'll take it from here.

All right, you two, I want some answers.

We'll talk to the police.

And maybe the FBI. Maybe.

Oh, you will talk to me before you leave this room,

I promise you that.

I got the call at home.

What's going on here?

These two broke in to my office.

They were going through the Bascom file.

They broke in here?

Phil, how does that happen?

Bascom must have helped them.

Mr. Vance, if we're burglars, why didn't he call the police?

What about that, Phil?

I was concerned about the potential embarrassment

to the company.

Father, why are you here?

We believe that Tom Bascom is innocent.

- We're just trying to prove it. - Yeah, what we've found looks

like a frame-up by your head of security, Mr. Spaulding.

That's ridiculous.

Father Dowling,

your entering these premises without permission

is a very serious offense.

I should call the police.

You don't want any more bad publicity, do you?

I think perhaps we ought to let this whole thing sit

until tomorrow.

I'll decide then how to deal with you.

Come on, let's go.

Good night, Mr. Spaulding.

Sleep well.

Did you ever consider that Spaulding might be behind this?

Father, you're way off base there.

Phil Spaulding is above suspicion.

So is Tom Bascom.

Good night, Father, Sister.

My advice would be to go home and try to stay out of trouble.

At least for the rest of the night.

You know, actually, Frank, I'm glad he showed up.

Who knows what Spaulding would've done to us?

- Did you see the look on his face? - Yes.

You know, what we need is a plan.

Frank!

I'm thinking, Steve!

It's all right, you're not bothering me!

That's wonderful!

But if you could stop for just a minute,

I just got the monsignor's itinerary!

He's going to be flying in from the archbishop's residence

this afternoon by helicopter!

Where's he gonna land?

I got the... Marie!

Huh?

I have arranged for the police

to block off the intersection at the corner.

And I got the band from the Holy Name Catholic School.

And the Knights of Columbus Drill Team.

That's a typical ordinary parish for you.

He's coming at 4:00 sharp.

What is that smell?

That's that Latvian pudding.

It's supposed to simmer for six hours.

I don't know if I can stand it.

I got it!

Oh, whatever it is,

it cannot cost any more money, Father Dowling.

I'm already over budget now.

Father Prestwick, this isn't gonna cost you one cent.

Steve, come on.

Don't forget, 4:00 sharp!

Mr. Spaulding's office.

I don't want to talk to him.

I just want to leave him a message.

It's very important.

Would you tell him to meet me in a hour,

the place where the canaries are?

He'll know who this is and what it's about.

At least I hope so.

Well, if he understands the message and shows up,

that means he's our man.

This is more company than we've had

in years, isn't it, girls?

I hope you know what you're talking about, Frank.

Oh, Clancy, have I ever steered you wrong?

More than once.

Well, let's just hope that this is not one of those times.

Hello?

Yes, I'm alone.

Tom, I found out who's been setting you up.

That's wonderful.

Hold on. We're not out of the woods yet.

Now listen to me.

Don't tell anybody what I'm about to say to you,

or this whole thing could go up in smoke.

Right. I'll be there.

Laurie.

You surprised me.

What is it?

Nothing.

I have to go out.

- Where are you going? - I can't tell you,

but it looks like everything's going to work out fine.

Tom, it's not gonna be like last time.

Now tell me, who was that on the phone?

Shall I get that?

No, we'll handle it.

Come in, Mr. Spaulding. We've been expecting you.

What the hell is this?

Nice of you to respond to my message.

That was you!

Yep.

But you thought it was O'Grady.

So the only explanation of you showing up here

is that you're part of the conspiracy.

Wrong.

Mr. Spaulding contacted us, told us he'd received a call

from a girl he assumed was Bascom's accomplice.

But how did he know to come here?

I read about the canaries in the FBI report.

I remember little details like that.

It's part of my job.

Father Dowling, the bureau is in charge of this case.

We don't need any help from you.

But Tom Bascom needs all the help he can get.

Look, I shouldn't even tell you this,

but just to ease your mind,

we no longer consider Bascom a suspect.

What?

Well, then, who is your suspect?

I can't tell you that.

Frank, we gotta go.

It's almost 4:00,

and the monsignor's gonna be landing soon.

Mark time, mark.

My cousin was in labor with her first girl for 54 hours.

Oh, I don't think you're gonna take that long.

You're gonna be real quick.

Like Edna Mulcahy.

She had her fourth in a taxicab stand.

Seven cabbies helped her deliver.

If you ask me, that's more attention

than she would have gotten at the hospital.

Laurie, we have great news.

Where's Tom?

Well, that's what I came to tell you.

He got a phone call. He's meeting Mr. Vance.

He has proof that Tom is innocent.

Vance?

He's the only other one it could be, Frank.

Where's Tom meeting him?

Oh, well, down at that office building downtown.

We're never gonna make it in time.

What's wrong?

Oh, there you are.

Come on, His Excellency is just about to land.

Be right back.

Okay, start the band.

Start the band.

What a world we live in.

He came all the way from the archbishop's residence,

and it only took five minutes.

Isn't that amazing?

It certainly is, Father.

Father Frank, Sister, where are you going?

Monsignor.

No, I'm his translator.

Oh. Uh... where is His Excellency?

Hello, Tom.

Where have you been? I'm about to be arrested as a spy.

I know.

So, you just disappeared and left me to take the rap.

I'm surprised it took you so long to figure it out, Tom.

But I guess everybody's an amateur outside his own field.

You and Vance played me for a fool.

Why?

Just business.

He got a better offer someplace else.

It's nothing personal.

I liked you, I really did.

Looked forward to our little Tuesday sessions.

It's very good of you to take it this way, Monsignor.

You're gonna kill me.

You're going to commit suicide, Tom,

and I'm going to supervise.

They'll never believe I'd kill myself.

You left a note.

Don't you remember?

"I've done everything I can do to conceal the truth,

"but the personal strain is too great.

"I can't continue like this.

Signed, Tom Bascom."

I wrote that for you to give to your boss.

It was about telling my wife I was undercover.

It's time to go, Tom.

There they are.

Freeze! FBI!

Frank!

All right! Whoo!

Where's the monsignor?

Oh, well, he, uh, had to catch his flight back to Rome,

so we dropped him off at the airport.

Guess that means I can throw away that pudding.

- But... - Don't worry, Father Prestwick.

He said he had a really great time.

That's right.

He asked us to apologize

and to thank you

for arranging such an exciting adventure for him.

Really?

Yeah. He even asked Frank to write your name down for him.

That's good.

Isn't it?

Yes.

I think so, yes.

Excuse me, Father Dowling, I have to dismiss the band.

Yeah.

Frank?

Hmm?

Where did you learn to speak Latvian?

Same place you did.