All language subtitles for Father Dowling Mysteries S03E11 The Fugitive Priest Mystery

This is where we keep all the
securities for our clients, Father.

Securities? What about cash?

Heh, this is a brokerage
house, not a bank.

We just keep
negotiable bonds here.

But they're easily
convertible to cash.

- Really?
- Yes.

The face value is
written on each one. See?

Hmm. How interesting.

Especially for someone on a fixed
income, like your parishioner, Mrs...?

Carmichael. Yes, she's very
concerned about financial risk.

At her age, she can't
afford to lose her life savings.

Frankly, Father, if she's keeping
her stocks and bonds at home,

she's already
taking a great risk.

If Mrs. Carmichael
gave Abramson & Sloan

authority to manage
her investments,

we could store her bonds
here, safe in our vault.

Mm-hm.

- I'm embarrassed to ask.
- Yes, Father?

Well, you say that these
bonds are convertible to cash.

Forgive me, how
secure are you really?

I mean, for instance, what
are the chances of a robbery?

Father. Heh. FRANK: Hmm.

Our security system
is state-of-the-art.

We have visual surveillance, alarms,
guards, an electronic locking system.

The only way anyone can get
into our vault is if we let them in.

That's most reassuring.

Well, I've made up my
mind. I'll be back at 2:00.

You and Mrs. Carmichael?

Actually, I'm coming with
her son and the family lawyer.

He has the power of attorney.

Oh, uh, I'm parked out back.

Oh, use our rear door,
Father. It's less of a walk.

Thank you for putting
my mind at rest.

- Father Dowling, it's a pleasure.
- Hmm.

Goodbye.

There you are.

Good morning, Father.

Everything's all set.
Be back here at 2:00.

Are you sure
he'll do it, Blaine?

My brother is a priest, and he's
about to become his brother's keeper.

Why don't you watch where
you're going. You almost hit me.

Sir, you were jaywalking.
Can I see some ID, please?

Oh. Well, make it snappy,
will you? I'm in a hurry.

Dispatch, give me a
check on a Blaine Dowling.

DISPATCHER: Roger.
Multiple offender.

Sir, are you aware you have over 20
unpaid parking violations outstanding?

Are you aware that you have
a face that could stop a moose?

All right, that's it, let's go.

Thank you.

Mm. Marie, these are wonderful.

It's a new recipe for the batter, no
eggs. You're sure they're light enough?

Mm.

My first husband,
Mr. Sweeney, always said

that a pancake
should be like a cloud.

More air than water.

These pancakes
were made in heaven.

That's where Mr. Sweeney is.

Father Dowling? Oh, good.

I was afraid you'd
leave before we talked.

- Oh, heaven forbid, Phil.
- Hmm. Late breakfast?

Father Dowling was
up until 2 in the morning

making posters for the St.
Michael's Annual Street Fair, Phil.

Remember you said you were going
to help us with the parish fundraising?

That is why I'm here, Sister.

Here you are, Frank.

"The Fine Art of Fundraising"?

"How to Beg Without Pleading."

"Your Money or Your Hype."

"Getting Others to Give for Their
Own Good." Phil, what is this?

A motivational
training program, Frank.

Modern fundraising techniques
for the non-profit corporation.

St. Michael's Church is
not a corporation, Phil.

But the principles
are the same, Frank.

Fundraising is the
fiscal heart of parish life.

The bishop feels that you could be
doing a lot more to raise donations,

so consider these tapes my
little contribution toward that effort.

The parishioners of St. Michael's
are giving all they can afford.

People always feel that they
are giving all they can afford.

But as tape six tells us,

the average pocket is
much deeper than we think.

I'll get it, Marie.

Mm, those pancakes
smell delicious, Marie.

Do they? Thanks.

Hello?

What?

I'll be right there.

- I'll warm the griddle.
- If it's not too much bother.

Don't they feed you
at the diocese, Phil?

I've a very active
metabolism, Sister.

Does the word "cholesterol"
mean anything to you?

Steve, I, uh, have to
run an errand downtown.

Okay. I'll drive you.

The car is acting up a little. With
luck, I should be able to get it started.

What? Oh, no.
Don't bother, Steve.

I called a cab. I'm just
going to wait for it outside.

Frank, what about these tapes?

Please. Later, Phil.

Well, what do you
suppose that was all about?

I don't know.

But I don't think
he won the lottery.

Parking tickets? You're in jail
because of unpaid parking tickets?

How careless of you, Blaine.

What can I say, Frank? I
had other things on my mind.

What other things?

- You remember Great-uncle George?
- Yeah.

He moved to Montana when we
were kids. I thought he died years ago.

Actually, the old boy
kicked off last month.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Guess who he named
as his only heirs, Frank?

That's right, you and me.

I didn't know Uncle
George had any money.

$100,000 in negotiable bonds.

I was going to
tell you all about it.

Yeah, but you had
other things on your mind.

Listen, if that's
true, it's a godsend.

St. Michael's can use the money.

There's one little problem.

And what's that?

Well, according to
the terms of the will,

one of us has to sign the estate
papers at 2:00 this afternoon.

I planned to go myself
when this happened.

My lawyer is posting bail,

but with the paperwork, I
won't get out of here until tonight.

And what happens if the
papers aren't signed by 2:00?

The entire estate goes to his
favorite charity, the United Dog Fund.

I was counting on
my share to retire.

What?

I've been a hustler
too long, Frank.

Maybe the marks aren't as
gullible as they used to be.

Maybe I'm losing
the edge. Whatever.

But the truth is, I'm
tired and I want out.

This money is my
chance to go straight.

What do you say, Frank? Will
you go and sign the papers?

Why don't I believe you, Blaine?

Go to the brokers and see for
yourself. What's the harm in that?

Frank, you know you cannot
trust him. It's got to be a con.

All Blaine wants me to do is to sign
some papers at a brokerage house.

Now, what could possibly
be wrong with that?

I don't know.

But when Blaine is
involved, anything is possible.

- He says he wants to go straight.
- And you believe him?

Well, I have to look for
the good that's in him.

You could be looking
for a long time, Frank.

I can't refuse to accept the possibility
of Blaine's redemption, now can I?

Well, if you're not going to
change your mind, let me drive you.

No. I better do this alone.

Besides, you have to cover
for me at the hospital luncheon.

There's my cab.

Frank, you really should
listen to these tapes.

- Not now, Phil.
- They're excellent.

And with St. Michael's
finances as shaky as they are...

Philip, that's my cab out...

You can't afford to miss an opportunity
to improve your fundraising efforts.

Philip!

Sorry, Frank.

As long as I'm pastor here,

I will handle St. Michael's
difficult fundraising

- my own way, in my own time.
- Yes, but Frank...

Besides, St. Michael's
may be coming

into a substantial amount
of money this afternoon.

Is that right? That's
wonderful. How?

Well, why don't
you wait to find out.

Don't look at me.

He said to use the rear
entrance. I guess this is it, huh?

Father Dowling,
good to see you again.

Father Dowling, right
on time. Right this way.

What are you doing? - Guess.

- This is a robbery.
- Oh, my God.

Play your cards right, you
won't get hurt. Tell her, Padre.

That's right. I'm sure these men
are professionals. What's this for?

Protection. Keep her covered,
or she's dead and so are you.

Oh, no.

Get in!

For God's sake, why?

Hey, you want to make
your getaway, don't you?

Getaway? Oh, Lord.

You on for tonight?
I'm feeling lucky.

Yeah, should hear
something around 4:30.

- Call me. You know where I'll be.
- Oh, yeah, you practically live there.

Okay, Arnie. Here is
as good a place as any.

Let's go, Padre.

Come on. Come on.

Nice working with you, Father.

- You won't get away with this.
- I'll take that bet.

Marie, am I in your way?

Oh, no more than usual.

- What?
- Never mind.

Hey, Phil.

Phil, would you help me put
these posters up around the parish?

- Phil?
- What? Oh.

Sister Stephanie, I have
just been listening to tape 12,

which is "Your Time
and Their Money."

I think I have the solution to
St. Michael's fundraising crisis.

- What?
- Telephone solicitation.

- You mean like dialing for donations?
- Exactly. Heh, heh, heh.

I can't wait till
Frank hears this.

- Neither can I.
- Ha, ha, ha.

I'll get it.

Oh, hi.

Marie. Father.

Sergeant.

Where's Frank?

He's out.

Is something wrong?

Father Dowling just robbed
a brokerage house downtown.

Oh!

You got any knives
or weapons on you?

Didn't I see you on State
Street the other day?

No, you didn't, man. I
don't even go up there.

Sergeant, this is
terrible. It's all my fault.

Your fault? How
is it your fault?

There must be some mistake.

I thought so too, but then I saw the
tape made by the vault security camera.

Frank was on the tape?

Big as life and holding a gun.

Oh, now, that I don't
believe, not Father Dowling.

There were plenty of
witnesses, Marie. Frank did it.

I don't know why he
did it, but he did do it.

I blame myself. I worried
Frank about money.

Finally, he said he'd handle the
parish fundraising problem his own way.

Fundraising problems?

Now, wait a minute,
Father Dowling is no thief.

But he said that St. Michael's
was coming into big money.

He snapped under the
pressure and I drove him to it.

Father Dowling did not do
anything. Where is he now, Clancy?

I was hoping you'd tell me.

But if you don't know and you do
hear from him, tell him we've got to talk.

Blaine.

Blaine? STEVE: Blaine.

His no-good brother. He did it.

That's what I thought, but it turns
out brother Blaine has got an alibi.

He's in jail.

Can't get any more
airtight than that.

You set him up.

Sister, how could
you think such a thing.

How uncharitable of you.

The police say that Frank stole half
a million dollars in negotiable bonds

from a brokerage house, Blaine.

So I heard. Tsk, tsk,
tsk. Shocking, isn't it?

You have got to tell the
cops that you set him up.

Are you asking me to lie?

Sister, the last time I
looked, that was still a sin.

He's your brother.

You know, he's your brother. Doesn't
that mean anything to you, Blaine?

Well, if you like, I could
suggest a good lawyer.

Next time you see him, tell Frank
confession is good for the soul.

- Steve.
- Unh!

Frank, what are you doing here?

I figured you'd come to see Blaine
when you found out what happened.

He denied everything, right?

Yeah. Frank, you got to go see
Clancy. You got to set the record straight.

Tell her that Blaine set you up.

I have no proof, Steve.

Clancy is not going to arrest Blaine
on my unsubstantiated accusations.

In a few hours, Blaine is
going to be released from jail.

He's going to split the stolen bonds
with his partners and they'll be gone.

I've got to find those stolen bonds
and get proof of Blaine's involvement.

Why did it have
to be you, Frank?

Because I'm his brother.

And because I'm
the one he framed.

Let's go.

I don't think Father
Prestwick is here, Frank.

Good.

Steve, I noticed something about
the thieves when I was with them.

One of them was a bodybuilder,

and judging from the way he looks,
he probably goes to the gym every day.

Well, there are a lot
of gyms in Chicago.

Oh, sister, I've just been
over to church saying a rosary.

Father Dowling, are you all
right? Where have you been?

Do you know the police
are looking for you?

Where'd you find that
coat? Come over, sit down.

I'm giving you something to eat.

I'm fine, Marie. Really, it's all right.
This whole thing is a misunderstanding.

Yeah, some misunderstanding.
Clancy thinks you're a bank robber.

A bond robber, actually.

Look, everything is
going to be all right.

I just have to check the phone book
and then I've got to go out for a while.

Are you hungry? I'll fix
you some sandwiches.

Sly, the bodybuilder, was wearing
a T-shirt. It had a name on it.

But I could only make
out a couple of letters.

There was an "A" and a "V"
and underneath was a "Y."

Here it is.

- Here it is, Frank. Dave's Gym.
- Okay.

- On Fourth Street.
- A-V-E-S...

- G-Y-M.
- That's it.

The other robber, Lou,
said he'd call Sly at 4:30,

and I'll bet that Sly
will be at this gym.

It's almost 4:00 now.

So, what do you say,
Frank? Let's get physical.

This is so mortifying.

You don't want to
get caught, do you?

Well, of course not.

Sneaking around like this makes
me feel like I've done something wrong.

I know it's ridiculous.

Steve. Look, that's him.

Let's hope he can
lead us to the bonds.

Well, we'll see.

Excuse me.

Hi, members only.

Oh, do you have like
a trial membership?

He's nervous.
It's his first time.

Well, you can purchase a one-day
workout pass at our special rate,

and I'll be happy to get you
dressed and show you around.

Great.

- No pain, no gain, Frank.
- Heh, heh, heh.

There he is.

It's almost 4:30. Sly should
be getting that call any minute.

Go hang out by the phone,
Frank. I'll keep him busy.

Okay.

- Hi.
- Hi, how you doing?

Good. That looks hard.

It ain't easy.

How much can you lift?

I bench 280 and I jerk 320.

Really? I'm impressed.

I've got 225 on
the bar right now.

No kidding? Well, you
make it look like a feather.

That's nothing. Slip
another 50 on the bar.

Really?

Yeah, go ahead.

Okay. Go ahead.

Uh-uh-uh. No standing around,
sir. Come on, house rules.

Let's get you strapped
into something.

Maybe we should start with something
easy. How about the treadmill?

I'm waiting for a phone call.

Well, they'll call you.
What's your name?

Never mind.

Okay, now, you can start
this at any pace you want.

How about stationary?

- Kidding.
- Heh, heh, heh.

Let's see.

Oh, I think that
phone call is for me. I...

Could you please turn this off.

It's okay, Charlie has got it.

Dave's Gym.

Yeah. Hold on, I'll get him.

Please, will you turn this
thing off. I've really had enough.

I think I tore a ligament
or a tendon or something.

You'll never get into
shape with that attitude.

You know what they
say: No pain, no gain.

That's all right with me.

- Hey, are you Sly?
- Yeah.

You got a phone call.

Need me to spot you?

- I think I pulled something.
- Yeah, I think you did.

Hello, are you waiting for Sly?

He can't come to
the phone right now

and he asked me
to take a message.

Uh-huh.

Southside Tavern in an hour.

Yeah, sure, sure. I'll tell him.

Yeah. Goodbye.

It's harder than it looks, huh?
I'm sorry you hurt yourself.

Uh-huh.

Poor guy, his eyes are
bigger than his biceps.

Sly is going to meet Lou for a poker
game at Southside Tavern in an hour,

but we're gonna
be there instead.

- What about Sly?
- I called Clancy, told her to pick him up.

We'd better get out of here.

Yeah, I'd better get home
and change into my poker outfit.

Marie, we must do something
to help Father Dowling.

Well, didn't the bishop have any
ideas? You did tell him, didn't you?

Beef stew? Oh!

My favorite! Marie, do you mind?

- What exactly did the bishop say?
- Well, he, uh...

Marie, I opened
my mouth to tell him

- and I hyperventilated.
- Oh.

The bishop thought I was choking.
He started smacking me on the back.

He's quite strong, you know,
for a man of his position.

I'm sore from my neck to
just below my scapula here.

- So you didn't tell the bishop at all.
- No, I...

You can't present His
Excellency with problems, Marie,

unless they are accompanied
with great solutions.

But you don't have a solution.

I thought that Father Dowling
could perhaps go underground,

you know, with one of those
witness protection programs?

Well, I think you have to be
guilty before you can do that.

- Oh, no.
- Oh! He can join the Foreign Legion.

I've got an angel
food cake in there.

Do you want it to come
out fallen flat as a pancake?

Forget the Foreign Legion,
Marie. He doesn't speak French.

Think, think, think.

Oh, no, Marie.

I'm just looking for
an easy way out.

I obviously need to go and
speak to the bishop now.

- Yes.
- This needs salt.

- Oh!
- Oh!

I'm sorry, Marie.
I'm off to the bishop.

Lord, forgive me
for what I'm thinking.

If I can convince
Lou that I'm Blaine,

maybe we can find out
where those bonds are.

Frank, do you play poker?

I've played gin rummy.

I'd better stick close.

- Hello, Lou.
- Hey, boss.

You made it out of jail, huh?
- Hmm.

Hey, I see you don't
waste much time, huh?

- How you doing, babe?
- Good.

Who's this?

Blaine Dowling, my
boss. Boss, meet Franco.

Hi. LOU: Jackie.

How are you?

- Lobo.
- Hi.

Hi.

We're waiting for Sly.

Sly is not going to
be able to make it.

- No, he had engine trouble.
- Oh. Wow.

He ought to take that piece of
tin to Arnie's, huh? Ha, ha, ha.

- Hey, you gonna sit in?
- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

The ante is two large.

Who's ante is too large?

Two hundred dollars. I didn't
quite bring that much with me.

Then you're out of here.
- Hey, Franco.

Hmm? He's good for
it, huh? Heh, heh, heh.

After today, we're all
good for it, right, Blaine?

The greens are 25,
the whites are 100.

Let's play cards.

So, uh, how did the
withdrawal go, Lou?

Oh, it went great.

The paperwork in a safe place?

Yeah, dropped it off at
Arnie's, just like you said.

Mm-hm.

All right, I'll open for 50.

Uh, I'm in.

I'm in.

I'm out. Going to
save me some money.

- Jack?
- I'm in. Give me four.

You can only take three.

Give me three.

What about you, huh?

Uh, I'll take two.

Who's playing, you or her?

Dealer is good.

He's a good dealer.

I'll bet right into
that bad hand. Fifty.

How come Arnie
is not in the game?

Arnie has got a business to
run, you know that. I'm out.

- What are you doing?
- Oh.

I'm in.

I'll see that 50

and raise it 500.

I'm out.

Hey. You going to call or what?

- In a minute.
- No, you don't got a minute.

All right.

I'm in.

Read them and weep.

Ho-ho.

Flush. Heh.

I have the same thing.

Except mine seems to
be in consecutive order.

What is...?

Read them and weep.

You lousy cheat.

Frank!

- Hey, Lou, I'm sorry.
- Forget it.

- I wasn't aiming at you.
- Forget it, forget it. I said forget it.

Where's Frank?

He's not here.

I can see that. Where is he?

I don't know, exactly.

Come on. I'll walk
you to your car.

No, you don't have to
do that, really. It's fine.

I insist.

Look, if you see Frank, tell him I
don't think that he stole those bonds.

But he's got to come in,

or somebody is gonna make
a case that he's an accessory.

Understand?

When I see him, I'll tell him.

Do that.

Psst.

- You're getting good at this, Frank.
- I wish I weren't.

- Where to?
- Back to the rectory. I have to think.

Frank.

I think Marie is out shopping.

Why don't you go in and relax
and I'll make you some tea, okay?

Hello, Frank.

I guess we'd better talk, huh?

I guess we'd better.

Frank, there you
are. Thank goodness.

Where have you
been? Are you all right?

- Is he under arrest?
- No, Father. Not yet.

- I'm fine, Phil.
- Oh, Frank.

The bishop has already spoken to
me about this. He's extremely upset.

But he wants you to know you'll be
getting the best legal advice available,

as well as psychiatric
help, of course.

Well, thanks for
your concern, Phil.

Temporary insanity is
probably your best defense.

I've spoken to several
top lawyers about this.

Mm-hm. Thank you, Phil.

Now if you'll excuse us,

Sergeant Clancy and I have a
few things we'd like to discuss.

Do you think that's a good
idea without counsel present?

- Well, I'll take my chances.
- All right.

Frank, tell me you didn't do it.

- Clancy.
- Sorry, I had to ask.

Blaine did it, didn't
he? He set you up.

You know, Frank, I
was thinking that...

Surprise.

Surprise.

When does Blaine
get out of jail?

He posted bail. He'll be on the street
as soon as the paperwork is processed.

Two hours.

Clancy, give me those two hours.

So you can play
detective, Frank?

Do you have any idea what
kind of trouble you're in?

I have never asked for a
favor, but I'm asking for one now.

I need those two hours.

You never make it
easy, do you, Frank?

Two hours. Then I want you downtown
and we'll see where it goes from there.

Thank you, Clancy.

You know, Frank, I got to tell you,
this really looks like a dead end.

Sly and Lou are out of the picture, and
we haven't found those stolen bonds yet.

Lou and Sly left
the bonds with Arnie,

and Lou said Arnie owns his own
business, but what kind of a business?

I think it had something
to do with cars.

Because, remember, he said that
Sly should take his car to Arnie's,

which means that he either sells
cars or he fixes them or something.

Wait a minute.

Arnie had grease ground into
his hands and under his fingernails.

The hands of a mechanic.

You owe us ten large, Arnie
boy, not to mention the vig.

Not to mention the vig.

Well, one good thing:

If the wagon breaks down,
maybe this guy Arnie can fix it.

You going to be Blaine again?

It worked before.

We've been patient.

Very patient. But
you keep stalling.

What excuse you have
for us this time, Arnie boy?

Did your uncle die again,
eh? We want our money!

- Yeah, we want our money.
- Where is it?

- Yeah, where is it?
- This time tomorrow. I swear!

Not good enough, Arnie boy.

Not good enough.

Do him, Bud.

- Why don't you do him?
- Okay, I'll do him.

No. Oh, God, no. Please.

No, don't kill me, please! No!

Okay, that's enough.

Boss!

Party's over.

Time to call it a day. Just drop
your hardware nice and easy.

I thought you were still in
jail. Thank God you showed up.

Yes, he moves in strange
and mysterious ways.

Uh, I mean, looks like
I got here just in time.

Just a little credit matter
and they went crazy.

You going to waste them, boss?

- Well, uh...
- Wait a minute. Give us a break.

Yeah, give us a break.

Let's put them in the trunk
and get them up on the rack.

Good idea. You heard the lady.

Move. Go, go, go.

- Get in there.
- Get in. Get in, get in

- Go! In the trunk.
- Hey, easy. All right.

- Watch the suit.
- Duck.

- You can't do this.
- Who's she?

Let us out of here.

She's with an organization
I do business with.

Now, look, Arnie, let's get
serious. Where is the loot?

Boss, what kind of
a question is that?

You think I'm
holding out on you?

That's not what I'm saying. I
just want to know where it is.

Well, it's right where
you told me to put t.

Uh-huh. So that's
where it still is, huh?

That's right. Boss,
what's going on?

- Is there a double-cross or something?
- No. No double-cross.

Look, we're not
getting anywhere.

Just stop playing 20 questions
and answer the man, all right?

Or I'm going to let
your friends down

and they can continue
their conversation with you.

What's going on?

Wait a minute.
You're not the boss.

- You're his brother, the real priest.
- Can't fool you.

We still need to know
where the bonds are, Arnie.

So either you tell us or
you tell them. It's up to you.

- Open it up!
- No. No, all right, leave them there.

The bonds are in Blaine's car.

That's where he told me to leave
them. North Avenue and Sedgewick.

It's a silver sedan. The
bonds are in the trunk.

- Open it up!
- Thanks.

Sorry, Arnie, but the cops
are following me everywhere.

Come on, come on, open up!

Arnie lied to us, Frank.

- I don't think so, Steve.
- So then where's the car?

Where's the half a million
dollars in negotiable bonds?

I don't know.

Blaine is going to be getting
out of jail any minute now.

What are we going to do?

Not only haven't we got the bonds,
we've eliminated Blaine's partners.

He gets all the money, and I get to
go downtown with Sergeant Clancy.

He's won, Steve. Blaine has won.

Father, we were all so worried
about you. Did you find the money?

Hate to say it, Marie, but I
think Blaine outsmarted me.

We're all out of leads.

It can't be as bad as all that.
- Heh, heh.

I just don't know
what else to do.

Blaine tricked me into helping
his men rob the brokerage house.

And then those men put
the stolen bonds in his car,

and now Blaine's car is gone

and I haven't got one shred of proof
to connect Blaine with the robbery.

Frank, not to be the pessimist,

but I think it's time you should give
some thought to your legal defense.

Oh, heh, heh. Not
now. Please, Phil. No.

Frank, I just don't think you realize
the seriousness of your situation.

- Yes, I do.
- It's a felony, Frank.

- I know.
- He knows, Father.

Marie, it isn't like parking tickets,
where you just pay them and walk away.

Parking tickets?

We have to file this writ of
habeas corpus, arrange bail.

There might even
be a grand jury.

Why did he get so
many parking tickets?

- What?
- Sorry?

Why didn't he just pay them?
Unless he had a reason not to.

Steve.

You call Clancy and tell her
I'm going to give myself up.

Oh.

Blaine? They're letting you out?

Looks like they're
putting you in, Frank.

You can't let them do it.
You've got to tell them the truth.

- Come on, Father, let's go.
- No, wait. Please.

Blaine, tell Clancy you're
the one who stole the bonds.

How could I have done
that when I was in jail?

Speaking of jail, I don't think
you're going to enjoy the experience.

- You can't do this, Blaine.
- But look at the brighter side.

They can always use
another priest in there.

But I'm innocent! BLAINE: Hmm.

That's what they all
say. Right, sergeant?

Goodbye, Frank. Good luck.

Here you go.

Cash, driver's license.

Let me have my keys.

- There you go, sir.
- Thank you.

You bet.

It almost worked, Blaine.

You're supposed to be in jail.

No.

You're supposed
to think I'm in jail.

That way when you got out, you'd be
free to come here and pick up your car.

You set me up.

Suppose it runs in the family.

You parked your car
in a tow-away zone

knowing it would be impounded after
Arnie stuffed the bonds in the trunk.

You counted on the
police not searching it.

They'd never know that the
trunk was filled with stolen bonds.

That's very good, Frank.

- Put it away, Blaine.
- Oh, why should I?

Because of them.

You're coming with me.

- No.
- I'll do it, Frank. Don't think I won't.

Anybody moves, he gets it.

Let's go.

When did it happen, Blaine?

When did you make the decision?

When did you decide to put
your humanity behind you?

Keep moving, Frank.

Keep moving.

I can't let you get
away with this, Blaine.

Keep moving.

This is as far as I go.

I'm warning you, Frank.
I'll kill you if I have to.

No, you won't.

You can't. I'm your brother.

Do you think that matters to me?

I hate you more because
you are my brother.

I hate your sanctimonious,
holier-than-thou attitude.

I always have.

I hate everything you stand
for, everything about you.

What I hate most is
that you don't hate me.

You're right.

I love you, Blaine.

And I know you
won't pull that trigger.

You're wrong, Frank.

And this is the last
time I'm going to tell you.

Move or you're a dead man.

- You'd really do it?
- I will do it!

Then go ahead.

Damn you, Frank.

Clancy.

Drop it.

That was way too close, Frank.

You took a terrible chance.

I knew he wouldn't shoot me.

How did you know that?

Well, he didn't, did he?

Let's go home.

Yay.

- Great. Now do "Jailhouse Rock."
- Oh.

Father Dowling?

Father Dowling,
this is terrible.

How am I going to
pay for all of these?

Pay for what?

Those lawyers I consulted
on behalf of your legal defense.

Every single one of them
billed me for their time.

And their time was
extraordinarily expensive, Frank.

I had no idea.

I can't tell the bishop.
What am I going to do?

It's not good to have
lawyers mad at you, Father.

How was I supposed to know that they'd
bill me for a simple phone conversation?

Fifty dollars for 15 minutes.

This guy charged me
$200 for half an hour.

Only lawyers have
this kind of money.

Fortunately, the brokerage house
paid us a reward for returning the bonds.

Reward?

Yes.

Enough to take care of your legal bills
and a bit left over to fix the parish car.

So everything is
going to be just fine.

Thank heavens.

Besides, if worse comes to worse
and you still don't have enough money...

You can always rob a bank.